Those moments
Those moments
Where life intersects itself
Showing details aligned
Similarities of time lines
Intermingled and in sameness
Revisiting the shocks and joys
Richly abundant turnarounds
Of others in their cycles of change
New growth, awareness and life movements
Looking in, being the witness
To their co creation
Unified relationship
To myself, in time and experience
To all of us together
We each walk our own path
But when you notice the depth
Of interconnectedness
Its both remarkable and ridiculous
How life works as an endless weave of itself
A connected web, where humans
In their aware/unaware states
Are often oblivious to themselves
In the whole stream of life matters
Choosing to just notice where they can
Where it is important to them
When your looking into the world
Into so many detailed interconnected threads
All dancing with one another
Creating this life
Sometimes people look and they do see they are those threads
The entire weave, weaving the very space they stand
Weaving every space they have ever stood
Creating a network of co creative artistry
Bedazzling, breaking, bruising, beauty
If only we could all stand still, just for a moment
And really notice this amazing gift, called life
Beyond our own delights and woes
We might all witness ourselves
As artist's of life's soul
Landscaping fields
Into an amazing soul arrangement
A spiritual resonance, a unified existence
A living breathing earth swell
There we would be in wonder and awe
Realizations of this incredible and amazing world
In that moment our moment together
Would feel fully alive
And feel deeply
How it really is to breath fully into this life
How grateful we each would be
Knowing that our time is an opportunity
And gift, one with all life
To walk this earth together...
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“God’s one and only voice are Silence.” ~ Herman Melville
Man has learned how to challenge both Nature and art to become the incitements to vice! His very cups he has delighted to engrave with libidinous subjects, and he takes pleasure in drinking from vessels of obscene form! Pliny the Elder
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