The poem. This week written before the photo!        beautiful view 

The impermanence of a beautiful view

Up front, beauty is a face I cannot touch -
Perfection 
Precise, the incisive contours of the day
Under a light that reveals
All without giving us permission to understand 

What is beyond, decomposes in stages:
While the summer exhausts her sun
In gusts of invading heat,
The winter crystallizes time,
Freezes life in a moment that seems eternal
Yet it melts with the very first thaw.  

Then Spring blooms and wilts in an uncontrollable dance
The soft fall of petals 
Is the silent shout of the cosmos,
Reminding us that even the most beautiful is impermanent.

Like the body,
Like the self that observes and dreams
In this ever changing landscape.

The cosmos, indifferent,
Turns on its axis in a never ending cycle
Each burning star is just a dot of light
Oblivious to the seasons,
Not minding what is in front, nor what is left there far behind.

I am but a leaf tossed around in this cosmic temporal wind
Quivering at the far reaches of my very own existence,
Absorbing the ever metamorphic 
Evanescing beautiful view.
What I see in the foreground is what I am,
What is there…beyond is what I cannot reach,
I shall never touch
Even if it is my wish, my dream or what once I called mine.

I am but a sigh in the transition between stages 
Between what is born
And what inevitably dies,
Leaving behind that cosmic echo,
There, beyond there
Where even time cannot touch.

So see to appreciate beauty start here,
Always here but possibly also there!
Look! Don’t give up
As the beautiful view is always there!

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Boston Public Garden

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You found a Great view with both of your pics.The iconic bridge and view of the city interesting and the garden is beautiful. Nice compositions

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Your poem is touching as is your photo.

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