North of the World

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A series of thoughts on human nature, the world, and what we cannot see or know

Submitted: November 24, 2017

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Over a desert, through the sea, changing, turning, seeing places.

Never ceasing, wind tossed fury, anger spilling, timing strange.

It could be, turning once or three times, ensuring that the past is real.

Time is strange, and beauty twisted, past the never-ending veil.

Across the broken shattered glass,

churning changing liquid glass.

Foaming crashing green blue waves, across a crystal shore.

Sun filled flowers, fiery, burning; beauty coming from within.

 Gleaming, glowing, luminescent, light shining in the center.

Flowing, stable, solid, good.

Silky petals satin stems.

Gold and green, greatness changing, through the turning shifting sand.

Vines and flowers twisted, one. Foolish knowledge, silent speech.

Crossed by star lined exquisite flower, filled with shimmering brilliant hope

Known to people throughout ages,

 through times of pain and loss and grief.

Stories changed by time’s swift hand.

Changed from the beginning to the end;

since, when ringing beauty entered, crazed lunacy and suffering end.

From ancient kings and star born travelers thrown across the mighty plains.

Joy unbound and filled to brim, bursting bubbling overwhelmed.

Filled with gleaming joyful choice, seeing beauty, a chance to alter, a chance to learn.

Mountains, rivers, valleys, streams.

Blue skies, green trees, red suns, white ice.

Summer days, ice and snow, winter beauty,

breezes formed by cold and frost.

Newly born though still unchanged;

beyond the world having seen.

Blossom not yet touched by age.

Beauty born of great confusion, born of grief and pain and rage.

Of peace and good, silent, still.

See the still unfolding flowers still to come from ‘neath the veil.

Who in this world seeks to harm,

the beauteous blossom born of grace,

or thorned rose raised in sorrow.

Love and loss, beauty, grace, comes from evil born of haste.

Ne’er ending sorrow, tinged with grief, but company to hope, and peace.

Sunsets golden, glowing changing.

Pearl and ivory, full but flowing.

Nonsense spoken, twisted strangely, changing words and different worlds.

Splendor shown through righteous actions.

Mysterious, an ancient worlds changing grace.

 Splendid shocking days are past, now is time for good, for peace.

Flaming beauty, icy darkness.

Cold embrace through breathing beauty.

 Bursting forth from deep dark woods, living light comes through a breath.

Companionship in happy times,

absurd moments shared throughout.

 Tales told by elders in continuous rhythm.

Focused curiosity, no frenzied division.

Stories full of humorous moments

Memories filled with joy but tinged with sadness

As we continue. Gone forever, the memories serve us

To see reason and madness thrown in timely fashion

Questions and answers new and old

Vast eternal vault, filled with light and beauty marked ‘cross the sky.

Golden flashes, silver bursts blue and purple,

Bright pink streaks throughout the world shown

Moments wasted, love is lost,

But life goes on 

Over a desert, through the sea, changing, turning, seeing places.

Never ceasing, wind tossed fury, anger spilling, timing strange.

It could be, turning once or three times, ensuring that the past is real.

Time is strange, and beauty twisted, past the never-ending veil.

Across the broken shattered glass,

churning changing liquid glass.

Foaming crashing green blue waves, across a crystal shore.

Sun filled flowers, fiery, burning; beauty coming from within.

 Gleaming, glowing, luminescent, light shining in the center.

Flowing, stable, solid, good.

Silky petals satin stems.

Gold and green, greatness changing, through the turning shifting sand.

Vines and flowers twisted, one. Foolish knowledge, silent speech.

Crossed by star lined exquisite flower, filled with shimmering brilliant hope

Known to people throughout ages,

 through times of pain and loss and grief.

Stories changed by time’s swift hand.

Changed from the beginning to the end;

since, when ringing beauty entered, crazed lunacy and suffering end.

From ancient kings and star born travelers thrown across the mighty plains.

Joy unbound and filled to brim, bursting bubbling overwhelmed.

Filled with gleaming joyful choice, seeing beauty, a chance to alter, a chance to learn.

Mountains, rivers, valleys, streams.

Blue skies, green trees, red suns, white ice.

Summer days, ice and snow, winter beauty,

breezes formed by cold and frost.

Newly born though still unchanged;

beyond the world having seen.

Blossom not yet touched by age.

Beauty born of great confusion, born of grief and pain and rage.

Of peace and good, silent, still.

See the still unfolding flowers still to come from ‘neath the veil.

Who in this world seeks to harm,

the beauteous blossom born of grace,

or thorned rose raised in sorrow.

Love and loss, beauty, grace, comes from evil born of haste.

Ne’er ending sorrow, tinged with grief, but company to hope, and peace.

Sunsets golden, glowing changing.

Pearl and ivory, full but flowing.

Nonsense spoken, twisted strangely, changing words and different worlds.

Splendor shown through righteous actions.

Mysterious, an ancient worlds changing grace.

 Splendid shocking days are past, now is time for good, for peace.

Flaming beauty, icy darkness.

Cold embrace through breathing beauty.

 Bursting forth from deep dark woods, living light comes through a breath.

Companionship in happy times,

absurd moments shared throughout.

 Tales told by elders in continuous rhythm.

Focused curiosity, no frenzied division.

Stories full of humorous moments

Memories filled with joy but tinged with sadness

As we continue. Gone forever, the memories serve us

To see reason and madness thrown in timely fashion

Questions and answers new and old

Vast eternal vault, filled with light and beauty marked ‘cross the sky.

Golden flashes, silver bursts blue and purple,

Bright pink streaks throughout the world shown

Moments wasted, love is lost,

But life goes on in endless rythm


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