I watched the particles
Of dust fall gently across
The open expanse of window like stars.
Falling into place as though
They were hand picked
For my eyes.
Remnants of epithelial cells
And late night epiphanies
Cascade through the air
As a reminder that the world
Is in movement.
Mine is not a new revelation,
But a subtle reminder
That everything will eventually
Fall into place and the
Very frustrating puzzle of life
Will become clear.
No suffering lasts forever.
No chaos is permanent.
When you are both creator
And the hand crafted creation,
Stopping to find divine intervention
In accumulated floating specks
Isn't so bad.
Maybe the world isn't so bad.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
I watched the particles
Of dust fall gently across
The open expanse of window like stars.
Falling into place as though
They were hand picked
For my eyes.
Remnants of epithelial cells
And late night epiphanies
Cascade through the air
As a reminder that the world
Is in movement.
Mine is not a new revelation,
But a subtle reminder
That everything will eventually
Fall into place and the
Very frustrating puzzle of life
Will become clear.
No suffering lasts forever.
No chaos is permanent.
When you are both creator
And the hand crafted creation,
Stopping to find divine intervention
In accumulated floating specks
Isn't so bad.
Maybe the world isn't so bad.
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