PERCEPTION OF PERFECTION
A PERFECT LINE DOES NOT EXIST IN NATURE
THERE IS NO PERFECT SHAPE
YET NATURE IN ITSELF IS FLAWLESS
HOW CAN THIS BE WHEN OUR PERCEPTIONS
OF PERFECTION IS BASED ON STRAIGHT LINES, SMOOTH EDGES, AND CLOUDLESS
SKIES?
WHAT MAKES NATURE SO BEAUTIFUL
SO GENUINE AND TRUE
ARE THE CROOKED LINES, JAGGED EDGES, AND FLUFFLY CLOUDS THAT LINGER ABOVE
RIVERS HAVE DESTINATIONS
BUT THEY DON’T HESITATE TO TRICKLE DOWN INTO STREAMS ALONG THEIR WAY.
AS RIVERS JOURNEY TO THE SEA, SO DO THE WINDS JOURNEY THROUGH THE AIR
CARVING MOUNTAINS, CREATING SCULPTURES SO GRAND THAT NO DUPLICATION
COULD EVER BE MADE
NATURE’S CREATION
FLAWLESS RERALLY
THE WIND HAS NO DESTINATION, ONLY PURPOSE.
AS WE SPEND MOST OF OUR LIVES MOVING FROM POINT “A” TO POINT “B”
TO POINT “A” AGAIN, IT ALMOST SEEMS…POINTLESS
WE ARE EITHER LIKE THE RIVER OR LIKE THE WIND
EITHER WAY…WE HAVE A PURPOSE ©
I saw an Angel with golden silver wings.
My ears tingled from her voice as she sings.
Adorned in gown of pastel green with golden hair,
Delightful music played, as my soul had no care.
Between her lyrics she sat ever so still.
Though interludes of nature did humbly fill,
Creatures of nature captured the beauty she expelled.
Their communication showered the quiet, as I exhaled.
This Angel said no words though spoke so clear.
With a melodious voice she concluded all fear.
Let not you heart be troubled or even soul lost.
For soon he will be coming he gave over the cost.
Forget what mortals’ say; that they know of his time.
For theirs is temptation, to lure thou into crime.
No man whether Holy or evil shall ever know his time of coming.
Though always remember, his return is truly forthcoming.
I look around and see animals and children play what a joy beyond belief. I felt the
gentle breeze blow to soothe and mend and bind. I just wanted to rest my tire mind I
saw the all smoothed and tilled. Nature saw my studied gaze and said “ENJOY ask not
where they come, nor why.” I saw the gorgeous picture clouds grow up and broaden
many shapes. I looked wondering at nature and nature looked across the sky. “WEEP if
you must for the things that have gone but ask not where they’ve gone nor why.”
Wind nobody will interferes,
playing dance of leaves,
birds of a talker speeches,
to rejoice the forest and flowers.
Comes true the nature its beauties-
why can not our destingy dreams?
Looks after the solar storm thrill,
and afters the winter,spring revives,
anly dead branches,leaves and burl
and never ending nature raises.
Why the destingy balks us and looks,
and all desired dreams always beats?...
/"Desired occurrence"-Lawyer N.Georgieva/
We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve
We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn
Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears
When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives
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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve
Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn
Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form
When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give
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