by Rob McLarty on April 10, 2015

Outside inside being is.
Blowing leaves in wind and horses galloping through plains,
showering meteors impacting the basins of life,
Nothing is new under the sun.

Vorticular currents pervade awareness
But it is not the novelty of being which excites us.
It is the endless combinations and interplays
of celestial stuff that keeps our minds occupied.

Mind and matter; consciousness and reality;
Overgrown roots poke through Earth's crust shattering long held
I look to the sky for God; I look at my hands for meaning;
Behind my vision is personhood.

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