This thought always astounds me so,
It has to be the greatest show.
How every atom that life is made of,
Makes you and me and all that we love.

Can be traced back to vessels that had cooked,
Within them all the bad and good.
Converting small to heavy elements,
These were stars and they made amends.

Small or massive they were formed in the fore,
And when they could not take it anymore.
They would collapse and then they would explode,
Releasing their enriched guts in their heavenly abode.

Guts that would have all that is needed,
From which life could be seeded.
And then the gases cooled and planets formed,
And in them they carried the spice of life, entombed.

So it is true don't you see,
You and I are as complex as universe can be.
As when I gaze upon the stars,
I know we are made of the same dust near or far.

And when I stare at night sky I don't feel small,
I feel rather big and tall.
For I contain the the universe in me,
As far and wide and as big it can be.

And then I smile as I know all is connected,
You me and the stars included,
We are relevant and connected just across the bend,
Isn't that all we are searching for in the end?

-the vagabond