The days roll on
and I wonder at their meaning
why are we here?
what are we all doing?
in this vast disconnection,
this fragmentation from ourselves…
I wonder about the journey home.
I wonder if I am home.
Did I originate in the stars?
have I seen other universes
and I just don’t remember?
for some reason
incarnating in this
space and time?
Perhaps I do not know it.
Perhaps I am home.
I wonder if I have created God,
or if God created me…
I suppose it does not matter
because I am sitting in the womb of all.
I am alive.
very much alive,
Breathing.
I am the breath.
matter
and spirit
combined.
I hear
the dancing sounds
of the rain
pitter patter
I see the naked trees,
the frothy cover of wintertime.
