I have this overwhelming sense of wonder
In the midst of many concepts making sense
Of all of us as many drops of water;
Avatars of The Continuous.
Manifesting every single aspect
Of physical relation on the earth
feeding back assimilated knowing;
Nuances developed in the tide:
Of rough wet rock on warm skin,
The yeilding and the loss of self in love,
The aching of still feeling with our last breath
Attachment to all things we held as ours,
As it poured in through our eyelids
In silent moments lying on the grass,
When somehow in the centre was reflected
The Continuous I came to represent.
And this I wonder in that silent spinning
As I surrender all I am to it:
If everything existed in beginning
Where can all this extra living fit?