I will transcend the illusion of myself as matter in various of its conventional forms.
I am molecule among molecules,
tossed and thrown,
breathed in and blown outward.
Caressed less than I am kicked.
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.
Aspirations change us from time to time and
we embark on something we think we believe in
but is maybe not suited for us,
and after being exposed to the tyranny of ambition -
of getting more of something we aren’t sure of -
we lose so much of what we are.
This afternoon was once tomorrow, and will soon be yesterday.
Every beginning spawns a million more,
every path leads to a billion forks,
a billion forks to a trillion possibilities.