The World is what it has always been

Does anyone see the real world?
one day my life is blessed
the next day cursed
but the world is what
it has always been,
it's only me who falters
and is blind
the world is what it has always been
it swirls and pirouettes
into the void
beauty,
breathtaking beauty,
and someday,
with shrug,
it will slide
all us humans off its shoulders
shake us off,
like a wet dog shakes off rain
and everything that was beautiful
that was not us,
will be born again,
and heaven come back to earth.

(c) 2006 J.L. Stanley