What People Forget

What People Forget

Is that the universe is more space

than stuff

and that space is what

keeps planets spinning and

galaxies expanding…

Is that their bodies are full

of space as well,

each atom a tiny galaxy tugging and

animated.

At our very core

our most elemental state there are

vast distances, journeys to be made

and

intervals between

open enough for

adventure.

In a moment we tend to think

that what we are is solid, that what

we are is what we will be.

But what I am has never been

certain… the "who" of me

a dynamic set of parameters held

together by that gravity we call soul.

Now, do not mistake me, thinking

I mean that soul is other than

substance… no, soul is substance

held precious. Soul is one green planet

held in loving embrace by one perfect

star, made inhabitable: a place for life to

multiply.

Soul is not singular

though soul is union

like marriage like the

atom like my body

like my mother

like my father

like my daughter

like my son

like spirit,

breath, wind in

everything,

Like universe,

uni- ONE

verse- POEM

One poem many lines

enough spaces

to make the singing

of it

an exquisite journey.