The calendar turns
an arbitrary delineation
time passing one numbered year to another.
Moving through and beyond
this system of numerals
the flow becomes more
chaotic, less understood,
more beautiful.
When the meaning is removed
when each layer is peeled away
we find inside everything we
hope for, everything we dream of,
everything we can be.
Out there we see galaxies,
stars, planets through
the telescopes eye, distances
marked by light-years, and the
concept of time murky and fuzzy.
Deep down things gather
and expand, push and pull
creating the matter, the
parts of everything, in
infinite patterns.
That we see out there
is a reflection of ourself.
Can you see your face, your eyes,
your consciousness in the constellations
or a nebula?
