Cosmic cogs turn and grind..
Balance is blessed with heart and mind..
Reality caught in subjective bind..
Personal experience is ours to find..
Each day we’re born – each moment anew..
Exist through the heart – to always be true..
For what lives in me - is found in you..
Completely apart yet stuck like glue..
All simply dust of the magnificent divine..
Existing beyond the hands of time..
The clustered galaxies, the celestial skies..
Yet anchored to these earthly ties..
A souls adventure – a virtuous test..
One poetic game of mortal chess..
For who we become must be manifest..
To do is to be – no more, no less..