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I live at the top of a hill way above sea level close to the beach and some evenings the sunsets stun me as gold jewels melt into red ribbons and pulsating purple waves sink into silver milk and the kaleidoscope changes with such miraculous precision I just sit on my humble porch gasping mesmerized. Down at the shore big 5-star resorts poach on sand like giant spaceships and people come from all over the world just to sit on expensive balconies to langour in the sun. When they see the sunsets they’re transfixed too making foreign sounds to describe the same colors and I can hear them like music they chant and we make an orchestra as the colors sway and gleam. We are all blinded by the effulgence of nature’s light show and we wonder why does this spectacularness so wild, bold and brief always end just as we wait for it to get better? But we all know the truth everything arises then passes away and arises again so we are reminded our lives sometimes shine gloriously then go dark then shine again and the miracle is if we pay attention we notice our beauty is never the same twice.
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Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
PEOPLE WATCHING SUNSETS
I live at the top of a hill way above sea level close to the beach and some evenings the sunsets stun me as gold jewels melt into red ribbons and pulsating purple waves sink into silver milk and the kaleidoscope changes with such miraculous precision I just sit on my humble porch gasping mesmerized. Down at the shore big 5-star resorts poach on sand like giant spaceships and people come from all over the world just to sit on expensive balconies to langour in the sun. When they see the sunsets they’re transfixed too making foreign sounds to describe the same colors and I can hear them like music they chant and we make an orchestra as the colors sway and gleam. We are all blinded by the effulgence of nature’s light show and we wonder why does this spectacularness so wild, bold and brief always end just as we wait for it to get better? But we all know the truth everything arises then passes away and arises again so we are reminded our lives sometimes shine gloriously then go dark then shine again and the miracle is if we pay attention we notice our beauty is never the same twice.
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michael-hoffman
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Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
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