Purples

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It is crystal: Deep and pure
A perfect sphere
A deep misty black
Unbroken
Unmarred
If you look into it's depths
You can see many things
Look to hard...
And you will forget who and what you are
It is crystal: Very sensiteve
A harsh vibration will crack it
Will break shards from it
It is crystal: Very ressiliant
It will heal and mend itself if given time
Will grow back what it has lost
Will errass the cracks and marring
It is crystal: It will respond to you
See it as a swirling mist
Like water formed in air
It will become depthless
Eternal
Unbreakable
Like water...

Unseen
But, oh!
So felt.
Like the wind
The heat
Or the cold.
Sometimes a plesure
Often painfull.
Bitter-sweet
Hollow
Half empty
Never full

When this is over: Maybe I'll reflect. . .
Perhaps. . .
What was
May lose it's meaning to me
May become more important than ever
When this is over: I may wonder
What is next?
Perhaps, I will know by then
Perhaps, I won't
Perhaps, it will be of no importance to me
Perhaps, it will be the most important thing
When this is over: Maybe, I will know
What it all was for
Perhaps, it will still be a mystery
Maybe, it won't matter either way
When this is over: Many things will be clear
As well, many things will still confuse me
When this is over: I may be myself
I may be some-one else
I may be no-one at all
I may be nothing
Perhaps, I will be some of it all
When this is over: My views will have changed
Evolved
Regressed
Does it matter?
Perhaps, it does
Perhaps, it doesn't
When this is over: Perhaps. . .
It will remain in memmory
Maybe I will forget it completely
When this is over: Maybe I will see a great tapestry
And realize
Oh, I simply got too involved in it's detail

Sometimes: They are brief
Transitory
Existing. . .
Only for a moment
Sometimes: Thay are long-lasting
Strong and bold
Impressive
Leaving behind
An eternal shadow of it's passing
Sometimes: They are alive
With a life of their own
Living an entire lifetime
In a matter of moments
Eventually to die. . .
Forgotten
Sometimes: They come
In a sweep of creation
Creating worlds
Universes
Dimentions
Ages
And there destructive ends
Sometimes: They are bright and cheerful
Full of joy
Other times. . .
Their depressing
Quietly grim
Lonesome
Drear
Sometimes: Once in a great while
They are vacant
Absent
Without existence
Peacefull

'Tis bright
Lasting, but a while
Bringing many things within it's wake

For some
It brings a joy
A feeling of life
For some
A great relief
Or something to look foward to.

For others
It brings a dreading
A deep anxiety
A grim worrying

Is different for all, this thing which comes
And is bright.
When it's gone. . .

Some find it peacefull
Relaxing
Some, inspiring

Others wake to a hungering
A desire unquenchable
Some fall prey to their own terrible fears

And, to a very few
It just is, was
And is again.

The air flies past
The eternal sky reels
The earth is like a map.

Nothing seems to real
Yet, every detail of reality becomes undeniable.

There is no weight
Yet, I fall forever.

There is no control
Yet, I may go in any direction I like.

In a state of accelerated motion
There is a great sense of stillness.

A chaotic peace.

It often seems to last an eternity
At other times, the least of all moments

It lay in waiting
And it's passing is both cherrished and abhored.

Sometimes remembered
Sometimes forgotten

Existing with us in the present
Existing as all we've known
Existing even in our anticipation of what will be

Above all. . .
Existing as an endless reminder of life
The life that was, is and is to be