What Poem by Andrew Lunel

What

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I have found something I was not looking for,
It was like seeing the future in an instant.
Was it beauty?
Was it emotion?
It’s like all thoughts evaporate to sublime into an image,
That not just my eyes see,
But my entire being perceives.
Is it God?
Is it right?
Every day I seek to decipher my findings,
Only to be more amazed and confused.
Of what substance is this?
Of what was this made?
It seems like everything and nothing,
Have I found figments of the past?
Presently watching them repeat themselves.
What have I found?
Was I meant to find it?
If this was meant to be private,
I am happy to have shared,
If we all have it, we should be the same.
Was the sequence just a co-incidence?
Were we meant to be?
Every night I go to sleep glad I have found it,
And you have too.
Where did it come from?
Where will it go?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nitin Dani 31 January 2010

You know I think we always find things we are not looking for in the process of finding things that we are looking for. But I think it's the element of surprise and that unpredictability and the excitement of discovering something good (finally hopefully) that keeps us going. And don't even wonder where it will go or why and when it will be go. Don't be upset that it went.. be happy that it came. Cheers Andrew. Keep finding things u are not looking for.

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Fatima Salahi 08 January 2010

i don`t wanna guess what`s your actual mean it`s impossible, poets are hidden behind the words. but i foud it very good.

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Kesav Easwaran 07 January 2010

'Where did it come from? Where will it go'? From time immemorial this inqusitiveness has led human beings to achieve more knowledge about this universe. You are finding everyday something you are not looking for. And tha'ts precicely Reality. This revelation on Reality keeps you in thrill and sends you to peaceful sleep every night! Happy life Andrew! Your thought creating poem is a key to many others' locked up minds...10

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Lawrence S. Pertillar 05 January 2010

'What' is as subjective as 'Who' and 'Why'. We live to experience the 'it'. Hoping within ourselves, a peace that sits. I enjoyed reading this. Nice.

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