quantum’s children

we are children
of quantum circumstance
who know not
where we are
or why

we are born
into desire & suffering––
sickness, sadness, old
age & death––

we rarely have
all we want
& many lack
what they need

some are angry––
all are afraid

we are
& we are not––
we are never simply
what we seem––

we are made of
wandering synergies
flashing in &
out of forever

our skin is
re-born as we
watch ourselves
in a mirror

our dreams are
bigger than
our brains

what we make
runs free of our
hands

we are made
of love––
for loving

we find statues
of words like
good & beautiful
that dissolve into
meaning
like sunlight––
made of perpetual
photons

every thought is
a living
thing

we see so much
more than our eyes
perceive

& when our eyes
close
we are anything, everything,
everywhere

we are energy––
we are eternal
delight––
recapitulating
across the universe

in any given second
we cannot find
a limit to our
lives

what we imagine is
real
once we imagine
it––

create a fiction––
write a novel
give birth to
a poem

we make worlds
& other worlds
as we like

death is part
of the timelessness
of what we are
that we observe
with wonder

our earth
our universe
are making their
way
through a trackless
forever

& we are inseparably
one
with earth
& universe
& each other &
all that is––
elsewhere &
when ever

if you feel
your heart beating––
you know
this is
true