Like It Is

And sometimes revelations don’t come with rhymes, but this time, and I couldn’t resist, it came with a vision. To think of all the tiny ways we are touched, influenced, inspired by the actions of others which have become our thoughts in this sparkling infinity is mind balming. Like flowers, weeds blowing seeds like kisses to creation— we are planted, bloom and plant ourselves again into grounds miles of time away. Mingling with seeds blown from elsewhere, blooming again and again, inevitably denying, defying extermination. And so am I an ever blooming manifestation of every wretched and magnificent idea until I burst with, burst as something new. And now I am in you.