The
Hazy State of Being
Human
existence,
in
all of its strife,
forever
searching,
the
meaning of life.
But
before our eyes,
the
answers are there,
as
all that’s created,
come
in a pair.
Our
presence is mirrored,
above
and below,
on
tree, and universe,
its
make up and flow.
On
Earth we are given,
the
essence of seeing,
our
connection to trees,
its
air and well being.
For
lungs are the branches,
our
hand prints the leaves,
tree
rings on fingers,
are
lifetimes we weave.
No
two are alike,
not
human nor tree,
yet
under the sky,
is
the quest to be free.
As
we look to the sky,
where
learning’s begun.
compare
to the atom,
the
planets and sun.
Micro
and Macro
uncover
the distance
atomic
patterns,
repeat
in existence.
With billions of stars,
the
galaxy’s full,
trillions
of planets,
in
gravity's pull.
Cosmic
magnetics,
in
clusters that form,
the
roads that connect us,
to
weather the storm.
Synaptic
connection,
galactic
mind,
with
light and darkness,
now
both intertwined.
as
seen through the iris,
nebula
and soul,
pupils
dilated,
becomes
a black hole.
Black
holes within us,
to
take it all in,
learning
in measure,
the
truth and the sin.
For
all is before us,
including
the storm,
as
galaxies swirl,
in
hurricane form.
In
humans and nature,
above
and below,
all
are evolving,
as
one cosmic soul.
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