Seed Pod Poem by Marshall E Gass

the atomic seed enveloped in the universe
presents reality in material bondage

unknown to us the ideal shadow adheres itself
within the pod invisible yet known

the two weights balancing on the fulcrum of life
must swing either way to watch and wander

this journey from beginning to end
birth to death continuum. we are dead

even before birth. The clock ticks gently
between being and un-being. we decide.
Author Notes

We present ourselves in material form as visible beings. This is reality in a physical form. Yet we have an idealistic side on the other half of the coin which is shows who we are- idealism. Put simply: what we are/who we are.

Therefore, life itself can 'balance' only between these two 'weights' on the fulcrum of life itself. The moment we are born we are also dying- based on this perception. We were never born or never die!

Theoretically, we are not really born or dead, but just a continuum in the greater scheme of things 'universe'. Materialism cannot exist without Idealism or vice versa.

Once we recognise this fact, all the answers of existence unfold.

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