Perhaps one day they will find the way
to take all the empty space out of our atoms—
condense us to our essence. Then
the whole of the human race would fit
inside a sugar cube. It would serve us right,
expansive buggers that we are, we who stamp
our atoms all over the earth, we who now
leave our footprints in space.
Like our electrons, we exist too many
places at once. Or, perhaps one day,
we’ll learn to embrace all that space within us,
and instead of plundering, conquering, developing out,
we’ll go in, travel in, enter grace.
We are only about 10% of ourselves, the rest is microbiology like in healthy soil, ahuh.
ahuh!
Amen. Amen. Amen.
A child once told me that he had a dream and in his dream he was one atom of star dust traveling inside his own mind. He got quiet after that, and said that “even short words were too big for explaining how it felt.”
I just smiled.
And envied. A little.
Hugs, N.
yeah, I am envious a little, too … what a gorgeous dream experience!
I thought so, too. It was a gift to have him share it with me this way.