“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Saturday, June 29, 2019

Stardust

Born of the fleeting whim of stardust to take our shape 
we slowly dissolve back in time - that Universal solvent that solves everything
And return to stardust like pigeons that home without Sat Nav
For the wasted breath we exhale to give life to others in our wake
Just as we have shared what Newton gasped as that apple fell
And what Darwin sobbed as his daughter died
Our breaths have swapped stories with wisps from shy Ramanujan
And the obscure lungs of Madhavan as he lived the life of Pi
But also mingled without judgement with the roar of Stalin and Hitler and the futile prayers of all their faceless victims

We are at once stuck to the skin of this cooling ball of fire
And yet belong out there in the endless empty void
Perhaps this is the duality we cannot reconcile
This pull of our home and the promise of our paths  
And in our silent indecision 
We find thoughts of god 

Hiding in plain sight  between electron paths

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