Still So Much I Do Not Know

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.