Before age three

Not much of a memory

Then a new reality begins

As the theater of life


Years of tears and smiles

Love and rage

If blessed, then good health

If lucky, then material wealth

Ah, but entropic biology

States not much can last

All is supersonically fast

As we segue into

That third reality

Mirrors screaming

With altered faces

Losing family and friends

Unable to fill up empty spaces

And we want

We want so bad

To believe that deep down

People are honest

People are true

Especially people like me

Who donโ€™t have a clue

About subterranean actuality

And we hang on

To the old reality

But we are wrong

The sands are slipping

Burying the hourglass base

Filling up with a reality

Devoid of grace

As we helplessly wonder

Who committed this crime

This ravaging by Time

And reality a lie

As we prepare to die

What was I thinkingโ€ฆ?


ยฉ 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Budapest Timewheel at night, Atlas Obscura



  1. Hi Clarissa… there are “answers” to your existential questions though I have found that even with a lifetime of “study” and practical application they remain confusing and esoteric. Nothing here is really as it seems, for example, dying. We die, certainly, but in actual fact, or in a different reality we never die – also! As you say, people who are clueless cannot be honest or true: how could they be? No facts, no truth, no solid reality: we but exist between worlds yet insist we belong to only one, seduced constantly by the attraction of earth. If only we could free ourselves and learned to fly between dimensions.
    You write: Who committed this crime // This ravaging by Time
    We can know this but the realization is so devastating we choose to remain spiritually and mentally blind to a deepest of “deep state” history. In a nutshell, our worlds were conquered by a race of psychopathic and terrible “gods” the Teachers call “Time Lords.” They it was who imposed “Time” upon their conquered worlds in order to enslave them. They instituted the “fear factor” through aging and death. They brought in war, genocide, pestilence and the ever-mutating diseases we of earth are also plagued with. They maintain predation, misogyny and racism, so no matter how many times we try to “legislate” against some of these horrors, the hourglass empties and we are left with sand running through our fingers.
    There is an antidote to the despair this brings about but it won’t be found within any method approved by the “Matrix.”

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    1. Thanks so much for your thoughtful comments about my poem, Sha’Tara. I do agree with you on a few points but I always resist :”antidotes to the despair” because I want proof. I’ve wandered through the bare bones of so many theories, philosophies and religions but unable to summon up a leap of faith, anymore. Sometimes I write, morosely, but usually “right” my mood by my sense of humor (almost always directed toward myself). Keep prodding me, though, with your comments when I write like this. Perhaps one day something will click and I will see…


      1. Indeed, I’ve been avoiding mirrors for the last 30 years or so and when I accidentally pass one, all I see is a complete stranger staring at me with the same look of incomprehension. “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?” “Certainly not you, you’re one ugly face, I must say. Stop looking in me!” “Gladly, if you stop throwing yourself in my way.” So the argument goes on… I think it’s a stand-off.

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  2. Really drew me in with this one, Clarissa, your unique way of asking the universal questions. ๐Ÿ’š Buddhism is big on preparation for dying, and Marisa Monte has a song with lyrics”Don’t teach me how to die/I don’t want to know.” You know what my go-to is. As I prepare to die, I’ll be wishing I’d spent more time at the office and wondering whether I fed the cat. ๐Ÿ˜œ

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