Wherever You Go
©2015, Olan L. Smith
You befuddle my mind, Wizard, and turn it inside out.
Blend after stirring is your recipe for confusion amid consciousness;
I try to pin down and fix a concept only to find I am fastening air
To air, and the pegs drift away in the void. Old ideas, concepts,
Realities wash away with the tide, and the only constant I find is change.
We are not the observer―we are the illusion, and the question
Becomes are you an illusion, too. Why create an illusion that thinks?
Is it all about you? The Wizard replies, "It has never been about
Me, it has always been about you."
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The Wizard!
PoetryThe Wizard! This collection from Olan L. Smith is a dialogue series that asks questions and ponders evidence about existence. We will take a look behind the curtain to see what the Wizard is up to and what tricks he (she) has up his (her) sleeve, b...
