Treasure Island

Mariam Taufeeq


PERCEPTIONS


Perched on the bank of a swirling pool
Were two observers who stared
Into the green, bubbling depths,
Leaning as far as they dared.

These two observers, similar at first sight,
Possessed different 'ways' of seeing
What there was to be seen.
The first (ordinary) observer could tell
That the pool was a lovely pale green.
The second (extraordinary) observer saw
That the pool was another mystic world...
That held different lives, the depths surmised
Of struggle, rebellion, fear and fright.
Different beings lived and strived
Under the still, common-place surface.
O' the surface! When like a weed unfurled,
You can see beyond and still deeper.

Sitting on a branch, swinging to and fro,
They carried on their 'observation'
Looking into the clear sky
Carried away to another station
Following a trail of their thoughts.

These two observers, similar at first sight
Possessed different 'ways' of seeing
All that was figured to be true.
The first (ordinary) observer could tell
That the sky was an exhilarating blue!
The other (extraordinary) observer saw
That more lay beyond the azure veil
Balls of flame, shooting streaks and nothingness!
Mounds of rock that appeal!
Laws and wonders surpassing our wee minds,
Creations that wax and wane.
Like a smiling face, masking pain
The complexity of the web dives deeper.

Strolling along the golden sands
Were two observers who bent
Picking up shells, and pebbles and stones,
Struggling to understand what each one meant.

These two observers, similar at first sight,
Possessed different 'ways' of seeing
All that the eye could have hoarded.
The first (ordinary) observer could tell
That the rock had been greatly eroded.
The other (extraordinary) observer saw
That each stone told a story of old.
Stories from the ends of the Earth,
Areas both scorching and cold.
Each place with its own mystic tale,
Beyond which lay perceptions untold.
A mixture of auras...these feelings unfold
To present the intricate web
As created by God.

Scrutiny that is deep
And can delve still deeper
Mountains of discoveries lie waiting,
And with every step, they grow steeper.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Edited: Sunday, May 12, 2013

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I've always been inspired by seeing the glass as half-full or half-empty. Different people have unique perspectives. But, in life, there are two kinds of 'observations.' One is ordinary, while the other sees life as what it really is and has a sort of in-depth x-ray vision. I think we all are merely 'ordinary observers' and should try to, perhaps...once in a while...glance at any ordinary, everyday natural things around us and try to 'see beyond'....

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