It’s all about fragments
Small pieces of everything
Becoming and unbecoming
Randomly mixing
Fixing into stasis momentarily
Until transformation happens inevitably
We all know the solitude of raindrops
A journey from birth to death
Falling from the heavens to the depths
But we forget the ocean we came from
And to which we’ll return
We look around entranced by illusions
Thinking that there’s permanence in this collective delusion
Forgetting that matter is mostly space
When you look into it
And in the long thrum of the ages
The most monotonous beat is change
Blending everything that ever was
Into everything that will ever be
The particles that make us real
Come from everywhere
Inside us all are memories of primordial seas
Mysterious creatures that we’ve never dreamed
Rocks and trees and dinosaurs
All live on inside our cores
Not just the past
But every future possibility
Echoes in our veins
We just need to learn to listen
To the eternal resonance of creation
David Trudel © 2013
