Pilgrims Progress Poem by Christopher Talon

The venture is cold and bleak, hardly pleasant,
A bright shining star turned black,
Supernova of a collapsing body,
Tearing apart the inner universe once was brilliant,
Don’t tread on a moving earth for which you have no balance or understanding,
To an early grave seems a pleasant thought rather than to deter ones progress,

Within is thought,
Without, one can smell the frangrance of life through action upon which thought renders,
Before one can move at great speeds, one must first remain still,
Unmoving becomes moving,
Moving becomes unmoving,
With every supernova there is life,
Birth and death simultanious,
Where one ends, life begins,
And the circle moves unnoticed and unapreciated,

The blind sees what the seer cannot,
A life unchanged, and yet changing,
An atom unmoving, and yet moving,

One cannot see with the naked eye,
Do not wonder at the miracles produced above the surface,
Beneath the surface is where the authentic miracles lie.