Some may call me odd or mad
But numerous conversations I've had
Just between myself and my mind
The deep and insightful kind
About the perception of paradise
A simple image of perfection
Yet is it all a misleading deception?
My mind seems to play many games
To trick me and play my emotions the same
About the perception of paradise
Some project paradise as a resort
But is perfection anything of the sort?
It's all in your process of thoughts
It really is, is it not?
All about the perception of paradise
My mind perceives a variety of things,
Never in my life I have seen,
To be more perfect than what is now
But it never explains to me how
It attains this perception of paradise
It argues with me day and night
But I say perfection is never in sight
Yet it continues to tell me to pursue
An image never proven to be true
Unless heaven is the perception of paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paradise is a place of intense peace and serenity, filled with our spirits after we die from our earthly lives. It's so very addictive, we never want to leave there. That is more than a perception, for me it was a reality when I died during surgery. It does not ever have to be pursued, it will come to you in time. My experience. Great poem, thought provoking. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn