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Summer Night Revelation
Standing outside long enough
Makes those with great minds become greater
Minds sent afloat in an ocean of nothingness
To makes something of the pure stillness
In a particular situation
On a late summer night
My mind wandering into times and worlds
Never before imagined
I was brought back to reality
Rather confused
I closed my eyes
And allowed my head to fall back
So that when I opened my eyes
The heaven would be spread before me
I try to locate the object
That brought my attention
Back to this mundane field
Of existence
A cool breeze brushes the hair from my face
With a hint of water and burned ozone
The sound of cicadas in the trees around me
Begin to be drowned out
As I focus
On my task of identification
Skin tingling
I get the urge to open my eyes
Slowly, oh so slowly
They open
And cast before me
Is the magical beauty of the cosmos
And in that precise moment I realize
Life is not about the beauty
Or objects we receive from others
It is the purpose we strive for
The beauty we put in out onw lives
And the wisdom we leave this world with
A revelation of such magnitudes
Has never been so refreshing
Makes those with great minds become greater
Minds sent afloat in an ocean of nothingness
To makes something of the pure stillness
In a particular situation
On a late summer night
My mind wandering into times and worlds
Never before imagined
I was brought back to reality
Rather confused
I closed my eyes
And allowed my head to fall back
So that when I opened my eyes
The heaven would be spread before me
I try to locate the object
That brought my attention
Back to this mundane field
Of existence
A cool breeze brushes the hair from my face
With a hint of water and burned ozone
The sound of cicadas in the trees around me
Begin to be drowned out
As I focus
On my task of identification
Skin tingling
I get the urge to open my eyes
Slowly, oh so slowly
They open
And cast before me
Is the magical beauty of the cosmos
And in that precise moment I realize
Life is not about the beauty
Or objects we receive from others
It is the purpose we strive for
The beauty we put in out onw lives
And the wisdom we leave this world with
A revelation of such magnitudes
Has never been so refreshing
Published 31st Jan 2014
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