The Arc of Being

Open now your mindful murmured undertones, Your whispered washing watery whisking words, Your sensitive sensory sensual sentient moonstones, Your rippling roving river rapid songbirds. Open now your stargaze spectral drifting dreams, Your view of the darkest soundless vacuum space, Your fleeting teleport outside of space-time streams, Your clearest atoms, the first angels with no trace. Open now your earliest breaths from the start, Your trajectory then across the heaven’s girth, Your recorded path shapes and sizes your heart, Your sublunary gushing leaves behind your dearth. You’re unsure what lurks beyond this flash of seeing. Karmic lessons might await you for your next being.