The Beautifully Untold

One big universe
And here I am
One minute
insignificant speck
of dust
One blank canvass
A Tabula Rasa
The dust grows
into a desert storm
The canvass is filled
The lines come forth
Words overflow
Brush strokes
move across
Rising and falling
this way and that
One unmistakeable
image, abstract
like these words
that reveal
nothing and everything
Confined
in my mind's
blind spot,
Unseeing, yet all-seeing
Hearing acoustic
strings
being plucked
so beautifully
by a tone-deaf
musician
Telling a story
Creating a
mystery
Eternally concealing
the protagonists
Singing an aria
of longing
and renouncing
Undecipherable
The middle of nowhere
and everywhere
The tug of war
transformation
of day into night
and night into sunrise
Forbidden corners
emblazoned by light
Lighting my frigid night
And safe shadows
comforting my
excruciatingly bright
sunlight
Life's wondrously
bitter ironies
Like oxygen but better
purifying and intoxicating
all at the same time
What's my story?
Coelho resonates,
"All love stories
are the same."
And mine unfolds,
Its title?
The Beautifully
Untold.

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