laying in that eternal white void i wonder

                 how the oceans flow,

                     the forests grow,

                     the skies arose,

                   the earth upholds,

               as the universe chose

and my energetic field’s connection to it all

will my veins run as deep
as the river networks?

my lungs branch out full of freedom as the trees,

the print of my touch agree with the stump of nature,

my eyes glow ethereally as the galaxies,

the tides sing to the ebbs and flow of my blood,

                 if the death of a star
          reads to the birth of thy cells,
                       then who is i?

then propagating that eternal white void    
                            they sing♬ :

     “O you who have reached the end,
    enter into the paradise that envelops
all, join this great choir of organic matter
    and feast~ listen to the billions upon
   billions of cosmos holding you in their
   embrace, harvesting thy gem of soul
                     from within moons.”

alas, nothing runs unknown anymore

for i who breathed life into the heavens
  my soul shall erupt,

a luminous stellar explosion of love,

  o supernova named after oneself

  as you birth gods and monsters    
  alike,

let’s whisper once more,
          
          “for we life, are everything and      
                   everywhere all at once”

It’s so inspiring: to live.
To sense,
To hear,
To see life.

Nothing’s certain,
Nothing’s ordinary,
Nothing’s a fact
Though nothing’s a lie.

The world’s so different,
So incompatible
Yet all of it moves on
Together.

And in every bit of that ‘together’,
There’s something to learn,
Something to feel,
Something to love.

Remember, we live in a universe that doesn’t.  repeat itself.
You cannot be identical to anyone else.
So sharpen your gaze just a bit more
To see what really makes us us.

Conway’s game of life,
e^(iπ) + 1 is zero,
Just four base pairs in our DNA,
And still, we play the hero.

Twelve fermions, five bosons,
Compose our world and sky,
In every star and falling leaf,
In every brain that questions why.

I’d love to dive into the depths
Of quantum's mystic plan,
And watch the clockwork tick and hum,
To glimpse the beating heart of all.

Perhaps it’s all so simple,
Too simple to perceive,
A truth so bare and elegant,
Our minds refuse to believe.

Staring holes into the universe
Gazing far beyond our galaxy
Watching acid rain on Venus
Leaving half of my thoughts on distant planets

I've been walking on Triton
I've been circling black holes
And yet, the most beautiful words
Come to my mind when it's empty

Looking for home among distant stars
While Earth's own beauty left its mark
So I'll take my journal and tent
And write down the whispers of this planet
While still embracing its cosmic neighborhood

The revolving stars

run their show in outer space --


without a juggler.

The earth is not yours, not mine —
it is the breathing body of all.
The stars are not strangers,
they burn in our blood,
they echo in our thoughts.

To wound another
is to wound the sky,
to heal another
is to heal the whole.

We are not many, we are one life,
one dream dreaming itself
in a thousand forms.

And when we awaken,
the walls will vanish,
and we will remember:

No border holds us,
no wall divides the breath —
the air of your lungs
is the same wind that moves the oceans,
the same whisper that stirs
the heart of a stranger.

I like it at night,
Pacing through the house,
Just my thoughts and me,
Quiet like a mouse.

Cleaning up the messes,
Putting away the day,
Reflecting on each hour,
Resetting the sun’s play.

I light a candle or two,
Letting shadows softly dance,
The flickering glow reminds me
That darkness still has chance.

I sip water from my cup,
Feeling gratitude’s gentle weight,
Thankful for these silent hours
Before tomorrow awakes.

Sometimes I’ll play music,
Maybe I’ll softly sing,
This quiet time with the Universe,
Planning intentions I hope she’ll bring.