Can you see me there...
Do you dare to even glance?
I am the sunrise that says,
“We are still here.”
I am that which crawls upon the ground.
Do you think about treading upon my back?
And that which takes wing,
fading into the sky
Can you feel its flutter as it passes by?
Must there always be a show
before you know
we are here?
We are but an infinitesimal pulse within the heartbeat of Existence.
If the Universe should tread upon your back,
would you not feel the pain?
Nature mourns her losses
and quietly rejoices in her accomplishments
while humankind never has enough,
never does enough,
never is enough
to be content.
I am the busy bee that works to live
Often hanging on to my sanity by a thread while the world around me is hurtling towards destruction.
She watches it all silently, faithfully turning on her light at day’s end.
Do we appreciate the constant reliability of all that
contributes to the whole,
that creates the pulse,
I am brilliant, but you must take the time to glimpse
the magnificence that is here and gone in the blink of Eternity’s eye.
We are eternal, not immortal.
Infinity has no timepiece,
knows nothing of beginning or end
and stops for no man’s desperate cry for salvation
from what he has wrought upon himself.
Do you know your place on the wheel,
can you sing with the spheres,
drift on the wind
and be at peace with
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(The year that should never have been)