The earth, a grain of dust,
suspended in a sunbeam,
it underscores our responsibility to treat
each other with more kindness and compassion,
and to preserve and love this pale blue dot,
the only home we have ever known.

You awoke in the blackness
A ghost in the kitchen
A weight pinning you to your bed
And here's the interesting thing
About ghosts and spirits and such
Not because I dislike them
Not because I wish them ill
Not because with reason and wit,
Should I weild my pen
and ****
But because
The subtle things are often missed
Things that are better
Than all of this
Are hard to see
With the pressing of the moment
When right and wrong
Are both their most strong
When true and not
Make all else to be forgot
But in the cracks the scientist stoops
Finding missed information
Little treasures and reminders
Of what was lost
In the gap
The smallest of oversights
The alternate worlds
Of pancake batter cooked
with the children
On a Saturday since forgot
Or the trace of *****
on the couch
From the love made last Christmas
The dna of a lover
Hiding under your nails
In our presence
But also separate existence
The shortcut of a conversation
Where words were said
But those heard were not
How is it different from that spectre?
A trick of the stimuli
A preset of the brain
Or remembering that place
Where I last put my keys
But they aren't there.
I find them in a space
But I know I didn't put them there
It must be a ghost!
But if a ghost it be
Does it want me to see
It's misty form
Or hear it's clamber in the next room?
Or is it a subtlety
Come to visit me
And show the moments
Of my life
Lost in the crevice
Never even noticed

Because the whole is whole
completely without nothing
and of course anyway
also all nothing
of the whollyverse

not just the unthinkable
what ever was
before the beginning
of the stars
and what will be
after the existence
of the stars

but also the illusion
of the time
in which we live
and think we know something
of what the whole ignorantly knows

Where have you been?
I returned to the river,
I returned to the mountains.
I asked for their hand in marriage again,
I begged to wed every object and creature,
and when they accepted, then I knew my soul
—every soul—then i knew,
the souls are drawn from the oceans of silence.

ill-will generated for all

can connect unlikely differentials

the mind exploiting equality

can measure shared intuition