Work In Progress

The universe reveals

knowledge

of self.

Holding a mirror

she teaches

what we are.

Shows the truths

governing existence.

She is always

expanding.

Fluidly changing. Evolving.

Never complete.

Never static.

A constant work

in progress.

Changing herself

through a cosmic dance.

Her energy uncontained

by visual boundaries.

As the sun’s energy

lights the moon,

warms my cheeks,

feeds the flowers.

My energy

uncontained

by skin.

Lighting imagination,

warming heart,

feeding emotion.

My thoughts

unconfined

between neurons.

Generating

immense dreams.

Filling universes.

Creating worlds.

My body and mind

a simple mirage.

An expression,

not a vessel

able to contain

my whole.

What lesson does

the blackhole

hold?

Insatiably hoarding

energy.

Eternally trapped.

Heavy and dense.

Only taking, never giving.

I’ve felt

these shadow places

within.

Not understanding

their drive.

Painfully aware

of their constant

hunger.

Like the inner critic,

the more it feeds

the stronger its pull.

Only taking, never giving.

Each of us

light and dark.

A complex cosmic

entity.

Energy flowing

unconfined.

Gravity attracting.

Bodies playfully twirling.

Our being

expanding. Multiplying.

A constant work

in progress.

Each moment

a chance to start

anew.