Inspired by the poem Not to Wonder by Tornadoday.
To not be filled with wonder
When staring up at the starry skies above
When looking out at the great expanse and seeing only light
In all directions
Moving
So fast
And yet so slowly
As representations of long-dead distant worlds float ceaselessly through empty space
Waiting to be discovered
Waiting to be seen
And experienced
To be known
And therefor to have existed
To not be filled with upmost awe
When gazing down through focused glass
When observing clearly a tiny realm and revealing only chance
And strings
That extend in all directions
Moving
Rapidly
And yet with such precision
Carving representations of possibilities limitless and relatively absurd in nature
Waiting to be observed
Waiting to be recorded
And understood
To be known
And therefor to have existed
A lovely post, I often look at the sky at night in amazement. Your post reminded me of that. 🌃🌠
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There’s nothing like a starry sky to be immediately filled with wonder, at least to me! Beautiful piece!
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This is such an amazing world that we inhabit… In so many ways and on so many different levels. The night sky is a reminder of how vast, how expansive and grand and intricate the system we are a part of really is. The wonder that we share is itself a fascinating facet of the picture, indicative of the depth and beauty of the human mind and imagination. 🙂
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Beautiful 💖
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Thank you very much, Michèle. 🙂
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My pleasure! 💖xo
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Nature is a great healer and source of wonder and comfort and amazement. It never lets us down. ❤
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Yes, it certainly is… The world is a beautiful, unbelievably intricate puzzle, always available for us to work on solving, or just to be appreciated. 🙂
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Such an lovely post. Wonder and awe inspiring
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I appreciate the kind words, my friend.
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My absolute pleasure
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