each wave
namelessly strikes
the shore that feels
nothing
as the blind wind
sings to the distant
sky.
quadrillions & sextillions
of particles invisibly
collide in the middle of
nowhere.
life, it seems,
is one among many
infinite levels of
scheme––
yet, somehow,
we love it
so.
here finds now
& we are made to
understand we
have a soul that lasts
forever.
inhabit your
is-ness––
creation begins
before you open your
eyes.