Freedom?

This visible world is the reflection of the invisible.

This life in which we live, touch, taste, hearing, seeing, smelling, knowing, understanding, perceiving, feeling, Joy, sorrow, pain, pleasure, hate? Love.

We are all vessels of revelation, pliable in the hands of the unknown, expressing things that are otherworldly, but not of this place.

Yes there is a world, Hidden, invisible, in the Shadows of this our life,

Secrets, mysteries, unknown, unheard, waiting for those of this moment in this time?

Eye hath not seen, neither ear heard, nor entered the heart of man, what is to those who search.

Other world expressions, mystical creatures? Living beings.

Yes controlling, guiding, loving, protecting, and caring,

Eternal heavenly phenomenon revealed on the canvas of this, our time.

Humanity is waiting, longing, hoping, believing, asking, yes praying.

Who are we? Who look at each other in this moment that is ours in time?

Are we really we? Or are we they? Who are they, who are hidden? Are they really real? Can we see them?

What is this strange world in which we live and move, is it a real place?

Is it now, is it just a moment fading,,,, moving, leaving,

Disappearing into the night?

Is this really you, who lives in this moment of this time? Or is this they? What is the difference? Who are they?

Are we really able to share this moment and space? Or is it all ours.

Are we really alone here, living, breathing, speaking, living, loving, feeling.