Shimmering Existence

To be that which knows from where it came,
understands the reality-based past whose dust
it now imbues with reflection as light beams

bathe floating detachments free,
coming to rest on silent seas of peace.

Ah, such a dream…

To know laughter learned its way
by hardened experience before it might relax

into ripples of solitude’s tranquility.

Oh…

To accept such a shimmer,
smile as our evolved eight-legged ancestral insect does
as it folds into compliance to await

the next iteration of Nature’s dream,
just as a dust mite's next duplication knows existence
is but a flicker In creation's grand continuum.

Yes…

We pound our chests as superior,

but to what?