Strange Pictures [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Strange Pictures [revised]



In a city buried in a glacier a Tibetan Monk saw strange
3-D pictures of a strange world with weird creatures and
mountains in place of our seas – towering buildings and
flying machines where mankind and animals peacefully
communicate telepathically

And cities floating on oceans & mushrooming red clouds
then the city disappears. If time is simultaneous and the
universe is one, this is probabilities future and past - a
parallel world where dark fears of continued hostilities
are realised; without reform

Nuclear explosions could destroy our world completely,
these pictures of lifeless worlds could become us; only
forgiveness can save beauty and life from extinction –
the universe splits whenever choices are made for
or against Armageddon

We are free to choose a new world of freedom and
peace – the world of our dreams


[ORIGINAL: ]

In a city buried in a glacier Tibetan Monks saw strange
pictures of world a long ago with mountains in place of
the seas and weird creatures, of scientific progress and
flying machines, high-rise buildings, animals and man-
kind peaceful and communicating telepathically

Oceans with floating cities, hovercraft moving silently,
grand roadway bridges overhead: a flash in the sky
and the city vanished into incandescent gas - a red
and threatening mushroom-shaped cloud in the sky;
if all time is simultaneous as spiritualists say

And the universe exists in unity, it’s possible to think
it’s a picture of all probabilities, the ruins of the future
and past - or even a parallel world where our darkest
suspicions and fears have been realised to show all
the people what danger there are in hostilities

If we do not reform and seek peace, atom bomb ex-
plosions could destroy our world completely, if man
persists in attacking man, these pictures of worlds with-
out life could become ours, the lesson can be used to
teach everyone why only forgiveness can save beauty

And life from extinction, I believe the universe splits
when different choices are made and we are free to
choose Armageddon or create a new world of free-
dom and peace - the world of our dreams…

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