Space

justam

Space

The view out my window keeps getting wider
It doesn’t seem possible, but truth can be like that
the first border wasn’t the edge
There is something beyond

Just like our grand universe
There’s always more than I anticipate
Endless expansion
It’s intriguing if not always comfortable

Unlike those wooden nesting dolls that get smaller,
less detailed as you move inward
people get bigger and more complex
the more you look inside
the illusion of previous understanding
revealed as the details appear

I don’t want to be the water that puts out the fire
I don’t want to be the sand that soaks up the oil
I’d much rather be the telescope that helps you see
far away
something we can’t touch
I love the grandness of the world

twin2

Very nice! Well written. I really understand what you are talking about here.

justam

twin2 wrote:

Very nice! Well written. I really understand what you are talking about here.

I'd be surprised if you did, but I'm sure your thought is just as good as mine.

Being Enlightened

I love this, justam! Great poem about the bigger picture! I was especially diggin':

"Endless expansion
It’s intriguing if not always comfortable"

Looking way out beyound our little planet and looking deep within ourselves or someone close to us, this statement is so true.

justam

Being Enlightened wrote:

I love this, justam! Great poem about the bigger picture! I was especially diggin':

"Endless expansion
It’s intriguing if not always comfortable"

Looking way out beyound our little planet and looking deep within ourselves or someone close to us, this statement is so true.

Thanks!

decides2dream

well done.
i especially like...


the illusion of previous understanding
revealed as the details appear