To unknown depths the human psyche,
A world of wonder unexplored,
A world wherein our joys and fears are stored,
The deepest diving bells can’t go,
To reap a knowing harvest well,
The depths from heaven is to hell,
Some brave the tidal waves,
On surfing boards of learned skill,
With data scarce their baskets fill,
Forever large this universe,
Resides within us all,
A large and mirrored hall,
Such richness and variety,
Shapes and colours we display,
With this kaleidoscope we play,
Still, though many will,
A prejudice prevent to see,
Who they themselves could be.©03/10/2009
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A prejudice prevent to see,
Who they themselves could be
How true, and how sad, for so many, in our world today.
Can it all be just a game of smoked mirrors?
Georg
with such clarity,and your attitude is wonderful! Lots of wisdom...
BTW I shape-shift into angels also, which makes your seeing me with wings a possibility;-)Since my big mouth brother pee wee is telling all about me, you may as well know too.;-)with love,tiger lily...
"...Forever large this universe,
Resides within us all,"
is, for me, the key issue in this poem; we don't know our depths or all our potential or the full range (it might well be infinite) of possibilities of living and feeling. I like your approach here and your thinking.
John
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS