The picture you see is called the two faced illusion. I saw the image in Dan Brown’s Origin.
It talks more or should i say, leads us to meanings.
In a bid to know more on the subject of perception, I read a thesis by Jonathan Schooler, bridging the objective/subjective divide.
I’m sure you see the image above in a different light. What If I told you there’s another light. Let’s talk about it.
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We'll leave the light on for you.
abstract spirit moves
muted with loneliness
in tomorrow’s existence
conclusion of bereaved defiance
stiring with perspective
of clandestine memories
silently transfixed in
a postcard from yesterday
where the wee ones play
on verdant greens
of wildflowers dreams.
poet for hire
I twist you
In the light
Such darkness tangled
I observe your lines
From every angle
Circle around each perspective I do see
I have come back to the beginnings of the very universe
And have concluded
You are from the same bright star
That shaped me
Beautiful, Shell.
Thank you so much!
read it three times…could not help but but notice pure ingenuity. Love it
Thank you!
We cannot see your truth
in mirrored perspective
sharing our conclusion
of what is true and real.
How do we find ourselves
pieces of light and dark
shadows find sight
bringing us all together.
You find our real written
words light your eyes
such a path we move
longing for yours.
Shadows find sight….hahahahahaha…love it.
Very lovely!
Yes… I edited it… 😉
Shadows and Light
We cannot see your truth
in mirrored perspective
despite our conclusion
of what is true and real.
How do we find ourselves
pieces of light and darkness
our shadows find sight
bringing us all together.
You find our real here
written in these words
such a path we follow
longing for yours.
Mirror image
trapped within
a perspective so jumbled
not sure where to begin
this conclusion of loss
torments my mind
a silhouette of who I once was
stuck on rewind.
They call if Rubins Vase
but no flowers do fill
when I am stuck in black and white
I am stuck in hell. -Ad (CRG)
They call it, not if.
They call it Rubins Vase
but no flowers do fill…
Love the aforementioned line. make a whole lot of sense