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.
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