From seed, to stalk, to sheave;
Like acorn, root, trunk, branch, leaf -
What are these
If not too living things?
Are us animals
Truly the only conscious beings?
Verily, they must experience;
And so it is only a logical inference
That everything must 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 existence.
That everything exists to experience,
That existence experiences everything,
That experience exists in everything.
That the universe itself must be conscious,
That consciousness is universal.
Yet, conscience is not?
Is not compassion & patience?
A seed too must crack its shell -
As like the bird & its egg,
So too like the ***** swims to fertilize.
Ignorance is universal,
As is logic.
The autochthonics.
Arrogance is universal,
As is virtue.
The migrants.
We who were of origin regardless all natives,
Yet by cataclysm made refugees.
We who have toiled have tempered;
We who too came from soil,
We who grew to learn to grow different.
We who found freedom,
In awareness of existence
By perception of perspective.
By guidance of
Time & Nature.
From labor after labor,
From fluctuation to fluctuation.
It is Evolution
Who is the savior.
It is we who purpose
Is balance & liberation.
And we found that on the isles. Across the many there are & the many which have been or had been.
