Nature's Mirage : The Illusion's Path
Mawphniang Napoleon 1993 (Ri Bhoi)
Stanza 1:
The forest, like a tapestry unfurled
Green patterns stitched into the waiting world
Each tree a thread within the woven whole
Birdsong and sunbeam interlacing souls
Yet every fabric hides a hidden side
Reverse the weave to comprehend the lie
For things are not as patterns first appear
When through the warp we view the weft thread's leer
Perception is the needle's fickle guide
Stanza 2:
The open sky, a blue mosaic strewn
With clouds, soft brushstrokes fading in and out
Sun rays beam blessings, stroking all they view
Nature's sublime artistry on show
Yet storm clouds gather, rumbling, billowing
Pearls of rain transform to angry stings
A rainbow, prism promise after pain
Just water refracting, nothing gained
Not all that shimmers, radiates truth
Stanza 3:
The winding path meanders left and right
Through shaded grove and into golden field
Each step a choice which way the road might wend
Adventure, purpose, meaning to unfold
Yet choose a different trail and all might change
The journey, and the destination strange
For things are not just steps from here to there
But choices rife with chance, despair, and care
The walk itself is truth, not endpoints traced
Stanza 4:
The mind, a glass kaleidoscope enspheres
Each thought a shining fragment, clicking, clacking
Building patterns, shapes and colors bright
Symmetry and sense within our sight
Yet twist the tube, collide the crystals again
And all familiar forms fracture and rend
Each shard its own refractive destiny
Apart or joined, a strange transparency
Thoughts form the truth, unbound by rigid frames
Stanza 5:
The heart, a vase awaiting to be filled
With love and loss, joy and grief intertwined
Experience pours emotions undefined
Mysterious alchemy of mind
Yet tip the vessel, spill the contents free
Emotions cascade, spreading wildly
See them for what they are, a mingled flow
Not objects captured, but a letting go
Meaning is fluid, always change in kind
Stanza 6:
This body, vessel buoyed on breath's tides
Lungs swell, heart pumps, electricity flows
Blood, muscles, bones, all play their part
An orchestra of organized chaos
Yet peer within each cell's darkened mirror
Strange quarks and leptons jitter, blink
Particles conscious? Matter aware?
Or random firings, without purpose there?
The deeper truth, perhaps no eyes can see
Stanza 7:
The moon, pale orb presiding o'er the night
Silver goddess, muse of magic, dreams and more
Or airless rock, a serpent's egg gone stale
Face or pattern seeking, we knock at her veil
Yet blink again and all familiarity recedes
For the moon is no flat disc, pale lantern beam
But a sphere, hurtling, locked in gravity's dance
A far stranger cycle than nights could entrance
Truth and beauty eclipse simple symmetry
Stanza 8:
The child, tiny fount of unknown depths
Each look, each reach, reveals a new surprise
Fresh eyes ingesting, this strange world made anew
Small hands grasping what older ones never knew
Yet time flows on, the child older, larger, changed
Familiar contours mature, rearranged
Adult eyes now reflected, gazing back
Wonder fading into familiar track
Growth itself conceal the truth once held
Stanza 9:
The darkness, a closet we fear as children
Each creak and sigh hid monsters, demons within
Light switch dispelling shadows real and imagined
Dawn's warmth melting nightmare's icy fingers
Yet flick the switch, only absence appears
No substance to our ephemeral fears
The unknown holds no horrors but our own
Projected dread to fill a vacant throne
Reality we cloak in false shadows
Stanza 10:
This mind, aware all rests within its sphere
Thoughts, feelings, senses, spinning centers here
I ride this merry-go-round, admiring the view
Sights and sounds, passions, all seem to accrue
Yet I am no fixed pin, thoughts not a carousel
Awareness moves, expands, cannot tell
If ride spins mind, or mind conjures the ride
Dreamer or dreamed? Divisions subside
Perspective feigns solidity, stability
Stanza 11:
These words, graven trails across the page
Letters, patterns, meaning encoded in ink
Fingers dance, imprinting ideas into form
Hoping prose can capture truth once drawn
Yet words themselves are smoke, ash in the wind
Abstraction, representations dim
The richer meanings never trapped by a pen
Always more truth left unwritten
Lines but shadows of full revelation
Stanza 12:
This world, an onion demanding to be peeled
Each layer removed reveals another below
Familiar shapes become strange geometries
As deeper levels churn unlocked mysteries
Yet no central heart or core to be extracted
No primordial truth to be abstracted
For the onion is but a vessel seen awry
No hidden essence, merely layers piled high
Truth's infinite recursion, all the way down.
Stanza 13:
History etches lines, connects faded dots
Ink flowing onwards, event linking to event
Heroes, villains or faceless populations
Rising, falling, to time's refrain compliant
Yet peering closer at the parchment sprawl
Reveals erasures, gaps, from the master scrawl
Loose threads, frayed edges, stains blotting neat lines
Whose hand chose the shapes this grand tapestry mimes?
The victor's truth may be the loser's fiction
Stanza 14:
Religions, rivers starting from one source
Diverging, branching, seeking the wide sea
Ritual, meaning carved into landscapes
Mapping human mind's complexity
Yet from high above, all one meandering
Culture's floods, finding paths least resisting
No promised land beyond each river's end
Just water cycling, without fixed shape
Spirit's flow takes any form, all the same
Stanza 15:
This eye that watches, the world beholding
Out there, objective, concrete it seems
A place where waves break upon solid shores
As real as these words or page between
Yet this seeming sphere exists within
No out-there separate, but born from within
Signals streaming, light and forms compiling
The world is but awareness unremitting
Vision is the view, and the viewer too
Stanza 16:
Each birth a stream spilling into a vaster sea
Wailing and kicking, we wash up separate, alone
An island self emerging from life's breakers
Solidifying, claiming a place as our own
Yet every wave returns again to oneness
A reuniting with ocean's voiceless vastness
Mistaking the temporary for permanence
Forgetting our source, misperceiving the tense
Oneness pretending at fragments, forgetting
Stanza 17:
This world, a tapestry of light and sound
Streams of sensation, coalescing, dissolved
A play of forms, stable and unstable
Concrete expanses, ephemeral like foam
Yet focusing closer, solidity profits nothing
For matter too is mutable, rippling
No building blocks, but vibrations in grids
Events in space time, each photon just a quiver
Reality's weave in ceaseless flux, forever
Stanza 18:
Each mind an island on being's sea
Thoughts waves breaking along its shores
I pace my beaches, horizon clear
Sky and ocean in blue sphere
Yet I glimpse your island, not far from me
Another mind, privy to its own waters
While between us spreads the gap
No bridge traverse, no jumping span
Abyss separating Self and Other
Stanza 19:
This earth, an ark of mind and matter fused
Spinning in the silent starry black
Nature's bounty, a mystery self-made
Life's lush palette, born of dust and lack
Yet if we sailed between the galaxies
Would earth appear so infinitely special?
One of endless turns of chance's kaleidoscope
No purpose, meaning to its forms aesthetic
Mystery prevails, all guesses equal hope
Stanza 20:
This miracle called life, Ouroboros
Chemicals cycling, eternal round
Fractals repeating patterns everywhere
Temporary shapes from permanent background
Minds glimmer, webs briefly catch the light
Dancing motes within being's greater plight
No matter the pattern, the same bits recombining
No birth or death, only endless rejoining
Temporary forms within enduring flow
Stanza 21:
Reality, a diamond of infinite facets
Turn and turn, each glimmering new, unknown
This strange loop never retracing its steps
Each glimpse revealing another facet once hidden
The eye itself another priceless cut
Nested worlds within worlds, no apex, no base
No surface or depth, but only more faces
Truth's infinite eye, endlessly embracing
New wonders, yet some light always out of view
Stanza 22:
Perception builds reality grain by grain
The eye collating, assembling shards
Into this table, that distant sun
All that is, built from mind's mansions
Yet turn the kaleidoscope once more
Same fragments form new arrangements
The table now atoms, raging furnace
No fixed shapes, but flux and processes
"Is" melts, flows, "seems" dominates reign
Stanza 23:
Identity, the chief self-spun fiction
"I" pretend permanence, solidity, coherence
A center holding steady amidst life's turbulence
An enduring essence unchanged by flow and variance
Yet just as river shapes depend on riverbed
"I" am but patterns in movement wed
No core untouched by interbeing's dance
All definitions dissolve at essence's expanse
The "I" is not, yet still I feel and dream
Stanza 24:
This world, interbeing's dream made manifest
The true nature of what is beyond words
No mind can shape, tongue give sound
An awakening, lightning strike profound
Yet here, this place of sun and shadow
Birdsong, silence, laughter, rain pooled meadow
A vision shaped, senses overflowing
The mystery moves, unknown and flowing
Through dreamer, through the dream
Stanza 25:
The stars wheel overhead, patterns repeating
Constellations fixed, navigating fates
Astrology's conceit, that dots connect
Tracing the sky, our lines reflect
Yet stars too shift, circle in their cycles
No stasis in heaven's machine precise
All flows, Star River turning, turning
No certainty, save change unending
We pattern finders, join dots that aren't
Stanza 26:
This world, a shared dream or solipsism?
Do other minds roam reality's wolds?
Or phantoms conjured, meaning welling up
Thought's own shadow, take care not to touch
Perhaps both views are but a sterile divide
When through the lens of time we reside
Bubbles of dreamstuff, imagined into form
Waking, sleeping, both thoughts of the norm
The waking dream, the best truth we're allowed
Stanza 27:
The crowds flow by, blank faces passing
Each life a novel written in secret tongue
Inner worlds unsung, unknown, expanding
Behind masks hung upon each faceless one
Are they but automatons, wind-up toys?
Extras playing backdrop to my life's joys?
Or sentient centers, vibrant-real as I?
Perspective veils reality's balanced tie
Life glimpsed through keyholes, blind to the whole
Stanza 28:
This earth, an island isolate no more
Telescopes pierce the ocean of the skies
Revealing myriad worlds unguessed before
As perspective shifts, the old myths dies
Once firmament, now depth inconceivable
This cosmic view no less unbelievable
No pearly gate, but wonders never ending
Reality's true scope, ripe for ascending
We but one branch in knowledge's great tree
Stanza 29:
Each age reshapes the past's protean flow
Static contours imposed on deeds long gone
Heroes, villains crystallized from the unknown
Simplifying, sharpening history's blurred song
Yet the past remains a landscape changeless
Only our tracks across it are restless
Projecting meanings, motives that shift
No truth etched in time's ebb and flow
The present's lens distorts what it would know
Stanza 30:
This mind, inspector and inspected
Turning awareness back upon itself
A hall of mirrors tunnel visioned
At each glance, the seer also seen
No eye to watch the first reflection
The regression tails off into abstraction
Yet who stares back down this endless corridor?
Instance or illusion or something more?
The looker, itself another backend tool
Stanza 31:
Perception, this guessing game we all play
Reality's Rubik's Cube endlessly twisted
Sight and sound and feeling all say
Put the patterns in neat order if we're gifted
Yet no facet or row solves the cosmic cube
No peeking round its back to check our moves
For it's the guessing that gives grandeur birth
The working, not the solution, reveals life's worth
Not the answer, but the questioning wink
Stanza 32:
The heart, an unwatched pot, liable to overflow
Passion bubbles up, spilling over us
We're caught in feeling's undertow
Carried away by the rush
Yet if we turn down emotions' flame
And simply allow each breath the same
Accept the currents flow where they go
Not grasping or pushing away the flow
Equanimity flowers, burning cool
Stanza 33:
Each breath, the bellows fanning life's bright flame
Oxygen rushing in, carbon billowing out
The simplest of acts, this breathing game
Bodies built around continuity, never doubt
Yet peer within this automatic realm
And a stranger landscape reveals itself
Particles emerging, vanishing, helter-skelter
Causes unchecked, only probabilities felt
The chaos of chance, the quantum's fey reign
Stanza 34:
History's river, civilizations rising, falling
Mighty rivers reduced to barren beds
New ages etching their layers on all
Sediment and skeletons of ages fled
Yet history has no foreordained conclusion
No matter the messianic delusion
It's choices bend its course, even now
Possibilities seeding from each act, each vow
The future's latent poems, waiting our pen
Stanza 35:
This world, a masterpiece painted over itself
Palimpsest of possibilities and might-have-beens
Traces hint of older contours now unfelt
Just the top coat gleams while the past dims
Each moment's choice conceals alternate routes
The path abandoned vanishes from view
Yet wandering may find it freshly revealed
A glimpse beneath the layers time concealed
Many maps overlay, awaiting our footsteps
Stanza 36:
The mind philosophizes, seeking stable truth
Arrows shot at Being's unknown bullseye
Concepts plumb reality's ancient roots
Hoping reason illumines existence's dark eye
Yet truth bursts bonds, flows wild, untamed
No concept its raging whitewater harnesses
Words and logic mere shadows on the cave
Fingers pointing to a moonlight's path they cannot pave
Thought's stream mirrors just a facet in each wave
Stanza 37:
Is the eye that sees the world itself seen?
Does dreamer's awareness illuminate the dream?
Subject and object married, it would seem
Lover and beloved forever twinned
Yet inner doesn't turn to spy upon itself
A foundational blindness, the only health
For seer cannot be reduced to another seen
To gaze inward infinitely to careen
The first reflection's face forever mystery
Stanza 38:
Each day a thread woven into time's tapestry
Moments like shuttles passed back and forth
We leave our colored traces orderly
Until the final end cut of death's shears
Yet peering behind the stretched threads
Reveals a tangled mass of knots
No beginnings or endings, just connected strands
Loose ends abandoned, flaws neatly planned
Woven not linear, but knots all the way down
Stanza 39:
Reality sits inside perception's cage
The eye tames, transforms, all it surveys
The wild unknown swallowed in capture's maw
Thought's empire no mysteries withdraw
Yet the knower builds with its own clay
No truth outside mind's sculpting sway
No shapes but those awareness molds
No cosmos not perception's child
All that is, sight fashioned from blindness
Stanza 40:
The road crosses the meadow, we say
Solid black asphalt, verge lines neat
Journey measured from here to far away
Each mile marked, the path under feet
Yet now I wonder who decreed this divide
Did we ask the meadow what paths it would cut?
Perhaps to the grasses, no borders inside
Just one tapestry, with cars paths through shut
Roads go where they're laid, but meadows remain
The deer isn't crossing the road, the road crosses the meadow.
Things are not always as they seem at first glance. Look deeper, challenge assumptions. Reality's truth waits within.
The poem is part of a full version found in the book “Homo Sapiens” Part Part I - XVIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular “Homo Sapiens” book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the “Homo Sapiens” series, as well as other books by the same author. So, don’t hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores. Khublei Shihajar Nguh, (Dhanewad )(Thank you )
About this poem
The poem explores the multifaceted nature of reality, urging readers to question appearances and delve into the hidden depths. It emphasizes the deceptive simplicity of surface perceptions, encouraging a nuanced understanding of the world. The metaphors of tapestry, kaleidoscope, and dream underscore the complexity and fluidity of truth, inviting contemplation on the interconnectedness of existence.
Written on June 27, 2015
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on November 12, 2023
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