What lies within, still ties without
One flowing through one
From one into another
A filament of Spirit
Spun spider fine
And finite
Just enough to touch us all.
Tying tiny threads of possibility
Tangling in the warp and woof of being
Of beings that combined begin to be
A Pattern
My blood a river running through forever
Traveling through Time to be, to die
And yet again to Be
A Pattern
And even so, it is illusion
Everything that is and is not
Solid matter moves in mini-galaxies
Of energy, attraction and repulsion
Particles partnered and divorced
In constant cycles
Spiraling out from tiny orbits to
The constancy of crystals
As they form a myriad molecules
Then break free to form another form
Until the forms are so expanded that they live
Like nations
Sovereign and undivided
A wolf, a man, a mouse, a tree – and even we
Are only parts of something whole
Portals to an entity that seems
Complete, complex
And yet
Spins within the galaxy of
Planets
Space yawning cold between
And all in turn in motion
Moving as a single Universe
A Pattern that is, is not
And is again
Only the most dangerous and
Arrogant of soul insanity
Could dictate that the thread
Be cut
At any point
For we are tied
One to another
A filament of Spirit
Spun spider fine
And finite
Just enough to touch us
All.
2008