This poem was inspired by an interpersonal exchange this week.
Inadvertent Incognita
When you think, feel and know that you lived, there’s a story of what happened but nothing to prove that it did.
Nothing of substance than can be touched to say for sure ‘yes’, but you know it was there, you know! ‘yeah’?
Solid evidence is absent, you won’t find it. Not a trace nor even a tiny fragment.
Where is your proof they ask, is your life contrived? Where can you find it? From where did it derive?
When you felt what you felt and still you remember, but all that exists is only sense and no ember.
When there are traces of memory felt in your body, was it ever really there? Is there a hard copy?
When you cannot utter words because there is no definitive truth. You know it was there! but where is the proof?
Memory is all just sense of a truth. Ever evading, no map, no road, no objectivity that’s aiding.
Such grief in the soul because what was there is now missing. Elusive in essence, like some sort of omission.
Did you ever exist? Is your life true? Only those whom were there are those that knew.
Nothing to corroborate senses and feeling, no solid host. Was it ever there? I feel like a ghost.
Nothing is real they say, without objective evidence, so what was there?
hesitance…
~ By Stacie Amelia
Creative Art Process Blog 
“Only those whom were there are those that knew.”
Powerful poetry!
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Aww thank you much appreciated it was just a way of getting something out creatively.
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What a brilliant way to point to the Buddhist teaching of “emptiness”! We all experience the situation you describe, and there IS nothing there – just our Awareness – and even that becomes just memory, an awareness of memory (which can fade, or alter…). Sometimes this is compared to the track of a bird in flight. Are we just Awareness? Nicely written! (and read, it’s good to hear it)
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Thank you 🙏
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Very lovely Stacie. Yes, you KNOW. Than you you for stopping by my blog and for following.
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I enjoyed reading and shall be back!!
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Having a problem with the “like” button. Apparently it doesn’t like to be pushed! Liked your like to my response and will look forward to “seeing”you again!
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Yes someone said this to me the other day I am looking into it at present but can’t seem to find a remedy, shall ask Google
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I don’t think that it’s necessarily just your problem—my like button refuses to register on many of the posts I try to like. But if you find an answer, please do tell!
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Ah ok I will let you know if I find the answer I’m distracted by something for the moment. Hmm how strange.
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I have a question. I noticed that you used “whom” twice (so far) where I would have used “who”. Could you please elaborate? Not criticizing, just asking (I know it’s borderline rude and I apologize in advance for asking.)
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It’s ok I may have used it wrong. I’m not too fixated on it though personally. The meaning is the same. I’m an ordinary person and could easily have mixed it up. Let me check.
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“Only those whom were there are those that knew”. The subject of the sentence is not performing any action (no verb as such) so as far as I understand ‘whom’ is in this instance the the correct term.
I can only find the one sentence with the word in this piece. In other writing I could easily have used it feeling uncertain.
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Beautiful writing! It’s good to connect with you and thank you for following my blog. 😉
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Thank you and it’s a pleasure 😊
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