The world
My Poem “The World Beyond”
The world can change for all of us very quickly... the world we always knew can seem something and somewhere different when something unexpected happens... the world can be many things to many people beyond what can be seen... the world we have always been familiar with can always have layers to it that can lead to a world within that has a music to it that, when the time is right, you can hear if and when you choose to listen. The world does not end below our feet, nor above our head... the world is sometimes only seen for what it truly is when we look but do not think... the world does not rest... the world is everything that has happened, everything that will happen, and everything that we can only dream of when we blink. The world is bigger than can be imagined... the world is to what we all are bound... the world is what we receive messages from and it is to whom our wishes are sent... the world is growing rapidly every day, and though the world will never be as we want it to be there will always be more than our eyes can show us - because there will always be a world beyond.
My Poem “Variety”
I love to listen. I love to observe. I love to imagine. I love to converse. I love to watch people doing things that they are invested in, and I love to watch people do things that they might not even know what exactly they are doing. I love stories, I love characters - and life is full of an infinite number of tales that, unless you were a witness to them, you could not and would not believe that were in fact real. I love music for many reasons - but mostly because music is like gravity: it is ever-present throughout our lives, it influences us, it grounds us, it is a force of nature that stars of all kinds, sizes, and colours create and sing without even knowing it, and because it existed before us and it will live on after us in varying forms, rhyming and never repeating. I love that there is more than one season of nature where I live - because it stops every day from feeling like a copy of the day before, like it must feel to people who live in a country where the weather, the temperature, the sights, the sounds, are all the same - because what I love and what I embrace the most about the world that I live in is that there is always so many sources of variety.
My Poem “The Environment of Nature”
There is no greater aroma than what you inhale when you walk through a forest of trees... there is no more heavenly experience than witnessing and being caught in the energy stream of the morning sunlight at dawn... there is no place like being on a beach while looking out to the horizon as the sun sets below the waves... there is no more invigorating sound than the chorus of bird song that heralds both the beginning and the end of every day... there is no more awe-inspiring sight than seeing planet Earth glow like a pearl as it spins against the darkness of space... there is no more humbling experience than looking down at all the life and the light that thrives and shines below as our world silently turns on its axis and is orbited by its own celestial offspring, The Moon... there is no more ethereal wonder to witness than the beautiful rippling energy strands of the auroras of both the Northern and Southern hemispheres created when the sun physically reaches out touches the thin translucent veil of our world's atmosphere... there is no more perfect moment than looking up at the stars from the ground, seeing the constellations, seeing other planets within our solar system, and realising that everything and everyone in the universe is connected... there is so much more to life on Earth and in the cosmos that we have yet to discover... there is so much more to a place and a time than can ever be captured or ever truly imagined... there is so much more that humanity can achieve together if only they were able to put aside their differences and talk to each other... there is so much to be found when you start wandering and wondering about the greatest gift in existence: the magical oasis of life that is the environment of nature.
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My Poem “Life”
Life is full of many surprises... life is full of many sunsets and sunrises... life is full of many contests and prizes... life is full of many stories of those whom have never stopped wanting to reach for something farther and climbing beyond the highest of the heights... life is full of people looking up to somewhere where the lights of the heavens shine upon and guide those who have always known that they had a fate to fulfil unconstrained by any invisible lines... life is full of those who have always felt as if they had a goal before them to be achieved, to be found on the other side of a ride of ups and downs, of body and mind, of drive, of faith and belief of every kind, at the end of which lies a place and a time where and when a creation can finally meet their maker and bring home with them the dawn of a new world unlike the one that they may have known their entire life.
My Poem “Overlap”
Every day overlaps with the last…
every day everybody’s thoughts
overlap with their memories of the past…
every day people realize that there
are things that are harder to distance
themselves from because of the tangle
of lose threads that continue to dangle
from the fray of where we have been…
every day the stories of people
far and wide become connected
to one another as if by fate
in ways that can sometimes feel like a dream…
every day in this world people from
the past, the present, and the future
meet and metaphysically shake hands,
because some things, like music,
cross time and space and find
mutual friends who they feel understand them…
every day everybody wades deep
into the ocean of life and consciousness –
especially while they are asleep,
and everybody can find themselves
stuck in a whirlpool from which
it can be hard to break free…
every day as we get older
every day feels like it is here, there,
and then gone again in a flash…
every day is new and unique –
however, more often than not,
the events of yesterday, today,
and tomorrow will always
find a way to invariably overlap.
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