The Hazy State of Being

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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