Beauty blossoms from the Ashes.

This floating world
So full of mystery
Formed from chaos
Drifting around and back again
Year after year
Where are we headed?

Who are we, anyway?
Millions of tiny cells
A complex, biological
masterpiece
Fluids and bone,
Gooey organs and a mushy brain
Neurons firing
inaudible orchestras
thoughts
swirling in the nothing of our minds
souls,
it’s no wonder we ask
Who are we?

What a gift it is to wonder
to peel away the layers
of who we are
how we are
why we are
To imagine and discover
the hidden world
the natural law
the meta-blue-prints
the universal langauge
science
math
beauty
you.

Thank you for not being easy
or for making us too smart
so we know all the answers
Thank you for letting us doubt
living in the darkness
to see the sparks of life
to witness the miracle
of existence

This invisible path
what is pulling me round
gravity?

No. I think it is love.