#mindblowing - Hello Poetry

What if our sight is limited, narrow and small? Preventing us from seeing the universe's grand plan, after all? Miraculous ways, hidden from our view, Bringing desires to life, if we just believe it's true. A paradigm shift, a change in our mind, Trusting the unknown, leaving control behind. Our conscious minds, amazing, yet limited too, Can't grasp the complex workings, the universe knows what to do. Trusting the unknown, not giving up control, But tapping into wisdom, a higher, wilder role. Orchestrating events, beyond our wildest dream, A symphony of life, where magic's the theme. Let go, and trust, in the unknown's sway, And see the universe, bring your desires to play.

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC

Cne

Trusting the Unknown

What if our sight is limited, narrow and small? Preventing us from seeing the universe's grand plan, after all? Miraculous ways, hidden from our view, Bringing desires to life, if we just believe it's true. A paradigm shift, a change in our mind, Trusting the unknown, leaving control behind. Our conscious minds, amazing, yet limited too, Can't grasp the complex workings, the universe knows what to do. Trusting the unknown, not giving up control, But tapping into wisdom, a higher, wilder role. Orchestrating events, beyond our wildest dream, A symphony of life, where magic's the theme. Let go, and trust, in the unknown's sway, And see the universe, bring your desires to play.

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I change my colors every day. From a morose and gloomy orange to a silver shining gray. A chameleon is what I am, indelible. I was born to alter, somewhat unhealable. The colors adjust to everyone’s care. In the morning sunset, I match the goldish orange air. Blending into the fauna and flora, My shades not too bright, so I blend seamlessly with the Roman aurora. Trying not to try too hard, So I can’t be harassed by the rest of the yard. At midnight I relocate, Even if it is oh so late. While walking, my skin changes, Which means it’s the moon that ranges. From a soft orange to a glowing shade of gray — It’s my shame that I convey. It’s my dishonor that holds me back from being the brightest peony in the flowerbed. It’s my own thorns from which every day I bled. My own fault, because peonies don’t have thorns. The other florals always have something that adorns. At least it seems that way. But they only ever saw the light of day.

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Apr 15, 2025

Apr 15, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC

sunseeker-21

The garden

I change my colors every day. From a morose and gloomy orange to a silver shining gray. A chameleon is what I am, indelible. I was born to alter, somewhat unhealable. The colors adjust to everyone’s care. In the morning sunset, I match the goldish orange air. Blending into the fauna and flora, My shades not too bright, so I blend seamlessly with the Roman aurora. Trying not to try too hard, So I can’t be harassed by the rest of the yard. At midnight I relocate, Even if it is oh so late. While walking, my skin changes, Which means it’s the moon that ranges. From a soft orange to a glowing shade of gray — It’s my shame that I convey. It’s my dishonor that holds me back from being the brightest peony in the flowerbed. It’s my own thorns from which every day I bled. My own fault, because peonies don’t have thorns. The other florals always have something that adorns. At least it seems that way. But they only ever saw the light of day.

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And so it rebelliously expands Contrary to bespeckled pros Redshifts and penumbrae smiles Continue to baffle the old men. Hellishly heated, the entirety Combusts to life. Dark energy and axion matter Gently caress the growing universe like a nursing mother. And here I lay, wine in hand Never feeling more small But perfect in my insignificance. Unseen protectors of cataclysm Whip for us that blood orange That purple flame Spin for us Pose for us And show us your heavens of glass Cerulean brother Cinnamon sister

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Jun 21, 2020

Jun 21, 2020 at 4:41 AM UTC

spicy-digits

Vesto Slipher

And so it rebelliously expands Contrary to bespeckled pros Redshifts and penumbrae smiles Continue to baffle the old men. Hellishly heated, the entirety Combusts to life. Dark energy and axion matter Gently caress the growing universe like a nursing mother. And here I lay, wine in hand Never feeling more small But perfect in my insignificance. Unseen protectors of cataclysm Whip for us that blood orange That purple flame Spin for us Pose for us And show us your heavens of glass Cerulean brother Cinnamon sister

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Mind is my favourite toy Yours, is the most favourite

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Jul 21, 2015

Jul 21, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC

hannygeraldine

Mind (10w)

Mind is my favourite toy Yours, is the most favourite

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