Infinite in mystery

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    Infinite in mystery
    Have you ever
    Looked beyond the sky
    Expecting wonders
    Only discovered in dreams
    Imagination
    Taking form before your very eyes
    Light
    In simple shapes
    Yet mesmerize the senses
    The feeling of freedom
    An open nothingness
    Accepting the peace
    In a world
    That holds all worlds
    The gift of divinity
    Concieved from the heavens
    Sparking the hearts of the young
    Inspiring the minds of the prime
    And showing the old...the last turn on their way
    Many ask why
    Why does such exist
    How was it formed
    What caused such a dimension
    .....This is our nature to question such trivial matters as existance and origins
    But this only brings few answers
    And a blitzcreig of more questions
    The point is its there....
    Forever, we dont know
    But one of life's ultimate truths
    Stay firmly the same
    The only dependable aspect in life
    Is cold uncertainty

    -To myself, You strive to find the answers to all of lifes mysteries and yet...you never find the answer to one without raising 3 more questions-

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    Necy commented on Infinite in mystery

    08-25-2009

    Funny but true. Even blue skies are not a guarantee of continuing fine weather. Life is a pool of uncertainty.
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    Pisces00

    08/26/2009

    I hear that! :D

    scottishflower commented on Infinite in mystery

    05-24-2009

    it's funny i have found some certainty in life but it took me almost 39 years to it lol.i guess if you want to be silly is that one of the certainties is that life is consistently inconsistent. but there is definately a pattern.bravo.so intuitive for some so young . you seem to have an old soul.kudos
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    Pisces00

    08/26/2009

    Thank you mi masoda

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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