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Look At Yourself

Look at the moon and see tomorrow staring from beyond the wonder of this earth. Strive to see children whirl there unclothed youthful forms to frame the meaning of their new lives as open to the teaching of scholarly parents as to that of their teachers. The cool breeze that blows through the early light is like the sunshine we feel as summer’s warmth awaking the grass and the flowers that grow. Here our minds are open to the miracles or the uncertainties of the world around us. Where the beauty of a single cloud floating across our sky is as marvelous to the eye as anything we can ever imagine, just like the wisdom behind each word we speak. Look at the mountains born out of a million years of our existence as ice forms in the glacial structure of the kingdom called earth! Imagine how torrid was the land of the dinosaurs there mammoth edifices thundering across the plains and to their own manifest destiny. Or the sight as they fly with their wings over the land they lived and how they all died off in the horrible cold to leave a peaceful world. Unchained remains the structure of our earth where fires burn on despite the blow of harsh winds… despite the piercing roar from the crash of a louder thunder or the lightning that feels ever closer as it gives mystery to the question, why! Why do those words require no answer in a place where sympathy is found’ Where emotions remain in the miracle of life or the hopeless structure of death And death is but an elusion caught between the idea of life’s passage and the dreamt capacity of our lives. The thought of a life that never ends remains forever in the mind Until sunbeams flicker in the approach of darkness And sounds of night are held forever in the solitude that we fear In the words of our final good-bye For now our times do swiftly change And we are kept forever silent in the unknown thunder within Like a mirror that reflects the mystery of tomorrow… In the moment we look at ourselves By m.norton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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