Photographed from space
And was startled
By the whisper-thin atmosphere
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
I live on a smooth
Round globe
Of rock and water
With just a thin veneer of gas
But the wisest insights always come
When I turn away from all of these
And simply listen to the voice within
Which resonates best with my body
I am reminded
Earth is a very small place
And I
I am a very small man
There was the great sea of hope
Dashing upon the rocks
Settling in little pools
Where intrepid molecules linked
Carbon to carbon
With oxygen and hydrogen
How crazy it is
This point of consciousness
Travelling through space and time
On a ship of meat and bone
And so we believe ourselves conscious
When every pattern we create
Has already been created
In our unconscious
I think I erect boundaries
To protect myself from what’s not me
But my boundaries
Enclose me
And so I define myself
Not by what is me
But by what is not me
Leaving no other possibility
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
Continued from Come, it said.
Out of the darkness, I see a glint of steel, coming at me.
The glint of steel becomes a fist, becomes an arm… becomes an army.
An army of steel, allied only with steel. It marches, gleefully, through a sea of terror, slices through, like a scimitar through flesh.
No. A scythe, like a scythe through a field of humanity.
Him? It.