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.
