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Because It May All Be…

Because

we struggle to be one with the world

such as merging human perception

with summer air idling

among the maples’ weathered trunks

Because

we find we can’t shape the

wind as it embraces the leaves

or become the wood

any more than the lightening fire

nature may use to maintain its love

can guide the flames it creates

Because

we can’t be the oceans

or the creatures beneath

but only another creature pleased

by their existence

Because

we’re evident to orchestra members

as they play

but can never be the shimmer of the strings

or the timbre of the drums

Because

songs exist only in the singing

and can never be the singer

just as an idle voice knows not

the magic of vibrations forming

Because

striving to be one with all

means listening to history’s rhythm

pounding beneath our breast

closing our eyes to see beyond

Because

it may all be illusion

discover your muse

extend an invitation to share the next dance

the next caress of your pen

the next moment which is always

one with the world

because…