A Letter

Know this: that you - your self, your spirit, your very existence - is but a grain of sand on the beach of existence. And also know that, as small as one grain of sand can be, so too, are you. Minute, minuscule, tiny, infinitesmal - yes, sure, but insignificant? No. That couldn't be further from the truth. For what is a beach if not all those individual grains? What is beauty but the collection of innumerable small pieces, unseen in their scale, but collectively as breathtaking as the majesty of the mountains; each made of countless molecules arranged into crystals, forming billions of stones, heaped one upon the other to reach towards the heavens? So too are you a piece of the fabric of all existence. We glance it from our vantage like a fish peering at the sun from beneath the surface of water - a faint glimmer of the whole truth, and the merest, the slightest comprehension of a world outside our reach. We see ourselves as each cell in our body sees its surroundings; unknowing that it comprises the body of a living, thinking organism. So too does the heart of the Earth beat, and so too does the brain of the cosmos think, with your thoughts, with your energy. We do not sense it, but we are all connected, and in this way, you are as beautiful as me, and we are as beautiful as all the cosmos.

Stellar Body

At night I'll dream
The rise, the shape
In stars' refrain
Shoulder and waist
Falling with you
Lying next to me