Optical Illusion
© Surazeus
2019 02 21
Pale blue sky shimmers in small pool of water
by crumbling curb under bare black oak tree.
I stop and stare at optical illusion
that surface of the pool is open portal
to some alternate universe, but then
I laugh at absurdity of that thought.
My eyes see nothing more than waves of light
reflecting up from thin layer of water,
so this reality of natural physics
amazes me far more than fantasy
of multiverses that do not exist.
Why should I be surprised that different tribes
of humankind, whose ancestors survived
hostile environments by adapting features
of body and skin to accommodate
extremes of heat or cold, will kill each other
to control lands where water freely flows.
I cannot dive into that pool of water
to emerge in alternate universe
where people value vast variety
of physical features, so I must deal
with this reality by treating well
every person I meet on road of life,
and sympathize with their progressive hope
to dwell in harmony with everyone.
Waves of light vibrate rich colorful tunes
of primal music composed of blue sadness
to weave compassion in my beating heart
for each person who walks this world alive.
The color of our skin, from light to dark,
developed in extreme environments,
darker skin in desert lands of bright sun,
lighter skin in mountain lands of thick clouds,
both changing from red skin of jungle lands.
The color of our skin reflects light rays,
darker skin reflecting more rays of light,
lighter skin reflecting less rays of light,
so our skin is thin layer of protection
that shields our souls from solar radiation
beaming from life-giving heart of our sun.
Our skin color is optical illusion
that hides true nature of our human souls,
so we share stories of ancestral treks,
the children of the jungle with red skin,
the children of the desert with dark skin,
the children of the mountain with light skin,
to celebrate that we are all alive.
I see your face reflected in the pool
so different from mine in color and shape,
yet we are all children of Mother Amen
who taught us how to sing at dawn of time
so let us explore this rich world we share.
© Surazeus
2019 02 21
Pale blue sky shimmers in small pool of water
by crumbling curb under bare black oak tree.
I stop and stare at optical illusion
that surface of the pool is open portal
to some alternate universe, but then
I laugh at absurdity of that thought.
My eyes see nothing more than waves of light
reflecting up from thin layer of water,
so this reality of natural physics
amazes me far more than fantasy
of multiverses that do not exist.
Why should I be surprised that different tribes
of humankind, whose ancestors survived
hostile environments by adapting features
of body and skin to accommodate
extremes of heat or cold, will kill each other
to control lands where water freely flows.
I cannot dive into that pool of water
to emerge in alternate universe
where people value vast variety
of physical features, so I must deal
with this reality by treating well
every person I meet on road of life,
and sympathize with their progressive hope
to dwell in harmony with everyone.
Waves of light vibrate rich colorful tunes
of primal music composed of blue sadness
to weave compassion in my beating heart
for each person who walks this world alive.
The color of our skin, from light to dark,
developed in extreme environments,
darker skin in desert lands of bright sun,
lighter skin in mountain lands of thick clouds,
both changing from red skin of jungle lands.
The color of our skin reflects light rays,
darker skin reflecting more rays of light,
lighter skin reflecting less rays of light,
so our skin is thin layer of protection
that shields our souls from solar radiation
beaming from life-giving heart of our sun.
Our skin color is optical illusion
that hides true nature of our human souls,
so we share stories of ancestral treks,
the children of the jungle with red skin,
the children of the desert with dark skin,
the children of the mountain with light skin,
to celebrate that we are all alive.
I see your face reflected in the pool
so different from mine in color and shape,
yet we are all children of Mother Amen
who taught us how to sing at dawn of time
so let us explore this rich world we share.
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