The Evolving Nature of Indifference

I am rush of wind, upwelling seas, weathered rock reforming, libration of the moon at play, dust of stars rebirthing. I sing among the spheres, take mirrored water for a canvas, and for the gemsbok in Namib remain unmoved, uncaring; then I grow limbs, in self reflection rise, grow clever hands, create anew and stand, a part of, not apart from, All That Is, to tremble with the energy of suns surging in my veins, to choose with brain and heart my course among the galaxies: coldness or compassion.