110. Scientific Truth

Oh science thinks it can discover all truth,

But, “What is truth?”, should they ask.

For they may have the way things seem to be;

All truth held in a little flask.

For as to find what one cannot see or touch,

Would be too difficult a task.

The question becomes, “What is real and true?”

Does the knowing of each sense,

Conclude for all how truth should be measured?

For even quarter more mind to dispense,

Would change every scientific truth we know;

If scientists didn’t state: “Nonsense!”.

K. Aldaya, 12/12/04

67. Feeling’s Gone

My hands they are there,

Every finger I see.

Each finger can move,

To a thought’s plea.

But is what we perceive unvarnished reality?

If reality is purely perception.

If moved a finger not.

Shall I see the hand as false,

When feeling is not sought.

When feeling is all gone,

What truth or real have I got?

K. Aldaya, 8/1/04

5. Two Worlds

The wind it blows through these wheat fields. The sun shines down, warming the air. I stand amidst this stunning beauty just looking all around. The ground is soft. The air is cool and light. The clouds they are many and scattered about in this sky that is bluer than ever before. The scents in the air are of perfumes of angels, and the wind blows with a lightness that goes right to the bones. I close my eyes and breathe it all in and hope that this will never end. Suddenly the sky grows dark and the sun is gone and nowhere in sight. The wheat in the distance starts to fall and vanish; leaving only the dark dirt in its’ wake. Quickly it moves…closer and closer, until all around me is dirt; and the scent in the air of damp soil burdens my lungs making each new breath harder and harder. Then all at once the wind dies as well and my body feels heavy and weak. I just stand there in this scene of nothing wishing this scene never had to appear; but this scene and world is reality and the other only something that can be in my dreams. So I fall to the ground and close my eyes wishing that this world didn’t have to be and the world with the life was the ‘real’ reality; not this picture of emptiness and desolation…this world of nothingness, nothing, none….life, totally gone.

K. Aldaya, 9/21/02

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