We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase
through light and dark
through heaven and hell
through ancient texts and drawings.
The human spirit longs for place,
a concrete connection to surroundings,
a palpable definition of home.
How can we look out there when we do not how we got here?
To measure today against the backdrop
of the past and the future loses
our own meaning and purpose in
the ocean lapping the white sands.
I walked that path on the boundary
shadowed in golden light from the sun
that never set and felt streams of
silent noise and vibrations.
Scattered forever I lost myself
into the water to become one
mind floating in the sea
of dark matter and strings.
In the end we are here
to be caretakers of the
very things we are part of
the very soil we came from.
