Boundaries
The universe does
not
revolve around you.
The stars and planets spinning
through the
ballroom of space
dance with one another
quite outside of your small
life.
You cannot hold gravity
or seasons; even air and water
inevitably
evade your grasp.
Why not, then, let go?
You could move through
time
like a shark through water,
neither restless or ceasing,
absorbed
in and absorbing
the native element.
Why pretend you can do
otherwise?
The world comes in at every pore,
mixes in your blood
before
breath releases you into
the world again. Did you
think
the fragile boundary of your skin
could build a wall?
Listen. Every molecule
is humming
its particular pitch.
Of course you are a symphony.
Whose
tune do you think
the planets are singing
as they dance?
~ Lynn Ungar ~
(Blessing the
Bread)
(left button to play, right button
to save)