The World’s Form

 We must all look right through the flesh
 And see there the soul burn, burn, burning:
 A light within the cosmic dark,
 Lightning through the black of night.
 Mind, sentience, and consciousness 
 Are all one in the passing stream.
 The bodies may diverge in form, yet
 Converge upon the same awareness.
 Some may, some may not, some may never.
 But if, if then they do, they meet
 At the point where the world breathes
 Its form, first in then out of these.

Featured image: A landscape by Albert Bierstadt (1867-1869), image in the public domain.

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