I will transcend the illusion of myself as matter in various of its conventional forms.
Through our dentists
we understand the depth and significance of roots.
I am molecule among molecules,
tossed and thrown,
breathed in and blown outward.
Caressed less than I am kicked.
If an atomic clock can break a second into 9 billion smaller pieces,
who can live in the now?
The whole process of our lives just occurs,
and from behind the occurrence of events,
after our thoughts have caught up with us, we say,
"yes, I planned that."
And we did,
as much as we planned our births.
For some people the ends justify the means.
For others, the means are fundamental.
This can be summarized as then and now.
But if the present is eternal,
ends and means are the same.
What they gecko told me yesterday
the cricket confirmed.
The dove, though in agreement,
spoke over the span of a dozen wing beats.
A small bat struggling in the water of my pool
reminded me of how valuable is all life,
no matter how small.
Each contains the whole universe.
Some signs appear heavier than others in the context of signs.
If we focus too much on them,
their value, the manner of their appearance,
we miss the other signs blooming around us,
their colors and fragrances
lost to the untrained eye.
Every beginning spawns a million more,
every path leads to a billion forks,
a billion forks to a trillion possibilities.