When I look for myself in the world
I’m very hard to find
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
Not because I am so small
But because existence
Is very, very big
So I remind myself
I am not in the world
I am not of the world
I am the world
And it is me
Making space
For what comes next
I long for the road
And its gift of living
One mile at a time
A solid from liquid
Carved and shattered
Cracks refilled by molten rock
Uplifted and fractured
Sundered and separated
Tumbled and rolled
Now here
Settled gently
On the shore
Of a still lake
On a quiet dawn
To marvel at the fleeting existence
Of the things that live
Even the tree
Though…
Every now and again
I catch one
A long glorious ride
Exhilaration
Exultation
Delightful experience
All the way to shore
I feel my heart
Thrum in my chest
I feel the heat
Within my soul
I feel the beat
Of wordless rhyme
I am complete
Connected time
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
Of the rest, I’ve learned to follow
Not always the brightest
Nor the nearest
There’s often a line
A flow
A grace unintended
Unnoticed
Unseen before the backward glance