Around and Around We Go
It became apparent to me today that I am my own planet. I exist in my own universe that is partially self created. Everything is floating effortlessly, but at the same time, held in place by a shared sense of gravity. On my planet, there is a world only visible by me. Sometimes conveyed, often times misunderstood and seldom reflected with reasonable paradigms.
Beauty reveals itself in pairs. Today, I may watch the sun shine through the clouds over a brilliant open green field. Tomorrow or several years from now, I may observe the same thing but it will always be different or altered somehow. The field changes; the sun is shining from a different direction; the cloud formations or the seasons. I don't take for granted that moment or any of those moments like it.
Those moments are my moments. I alone own them, like I own a quiet mind and broken heart. I travel in the form of laughter to greet others and arrive on the doorstep with tears. There are no tears of sorrow or mourning here; no fear of tomorrow or regret for yesterday. I have grown to love acceptance in my world, out of fear for the monster that becomes me out of contention.
My soul is a shiny axis and my heart an illuminated orb-- they exist within the perfect union like innocent children spinning in the yard. They close their eyes and unconsciously spin into oblivion. Very few open their eyes; the courageous ones tried to warn us that we are all destined for a collision course.
Beauty reveals itself in pairs. Today, I may watch the sun shine through the clouds over a brilliant open green field. Tomorrow or several years from now, I may observe the same thing but it will always be different or altered somehow. The field changes; the sun is shining from a different direction; the cloud formations or the seasons. I don't take for granted that moment or any of those moments like it.
Those moments are my moments. I alone own them, like I own a quiet mind and broken heart. I travel in the form of laughter to greet others and arrive on the doorstep with tears. There are no tears of sorrow or mourning here; no fear of tomorrow or regret for yesterday. I have grown to love acceptance in my world, out of fear for the monster that becomes me out of contention.
My soul is a shiny axis and my heart an illuminated orb-- they exist within the perfect union like innocent children spinning in the yard. They close their eyes and unconsciously spin into oblivion. Very few open their eyes; the courageous ones tried to warn us that we are all destined for a collision course.
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