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poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Nov 13, 2018

My 
eyes see.
My 
ears hear.
My
 skin feels.
My
noes smells
My 
mouth tastes.
My
brain interprets.
Information.
It’s all 
information.
Energy.
Vibrations.
The view.
The sound.
The breeze.
The cupcake.
The oder.
All information.
Chemical,
electrical stimulus.
No brain 
to process.
No reality
to experience.
All vibrations.
All energy
to interpret.
Everything 
is energy.
Everything 
is vibrations.
No brain
no reality.
The Universe 
a field
of energy,
 a 
realm of
vibrations.
Including us.
Vibrations 
interpreting 
vibrations.
Energy 
interpreting 
energy.
Energy
never dies
it simply 
changes 
vibration.

 

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