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There is something about matter
that keeps me spellbound,
enamored to its most exquisite blooms,
oceans, forests and mountain streams.
It holds who I am, gives me shape
and form, a home, a place in which
this awareness within me 
can live out a life and from which
I have grown.

I am in awe of its compositions,
in love with its colors, perfumes
and sounds, the touch of warm skin
and the sweet taste of freshly 
harvested fruit. All is matter. 
It is a source of pleasure and joy 
and yet inflicts equal measure 
of suffering through loss and pain.

But what is matter 
when scaled down
to its essence….mere particles 
that can be smashed apart
to decay into ghostly spirals. 
Is this all I am, a quantum
equation at my core. Or is it
a Creator's gift, the stuff
born out of the act
of a conscious mind, eternal 
in some mysterious way.

And so it is with me,
beside the beloved river taking in
the last light of the day. 
Full of hope and doubt
I see this lovely world slowly
slipping away and wonder 
whether if this is all there is 
and nothing more
or will I awake from this dream
as I may have done so many
lifetimes before.

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