One

  One imagines that one can rise up above the earth and fly among the stars and planet rounds and rounds to further still, the milky way and way beyond the beyond. Darkness hides as millions of beaming sparks far away, but close enough to give one understanding of how vastly endless our universe is, how very infinitesimal we each are and yet we are here and have been given  this gift…of life…to enable us to witness the miraculous sights and sounds we are given..,but once. 

  But once, these words together give meaning to every moment, for once experienced, the moment will never come again. Not in the same way. It will be new and different. It becomes …but once…and another. 

  Now from these eyes trenchant in their persevering visions, come tears from pain flowing at blunders made vast by those whose self motivated inhuman uncaring, bind the blinded into unrecognizable tribal tiers, numbered so many they can block light and warmth from the sun. 

  It seems that humanity cannot see how exquisitely, beauty bares itself, open and free, even in these dark and crazed days filled with humanity’s injustices to humanity. Within blood soaked wounds and torrent words that rip and ax their core. 

 So  choosing one’s imagination i soar among the stars and these eyes turn to the light and wander among the wonders given each day, every moment…freely to us on this planet earth. 

We are each of us one human in search of peace, and within, the music can rise and the noise of this planet will fade but for the moment…till the next….if only each of us could understand this there would be no moment for the terrible unthinkables…

MarciaMarcia