Every twig, pebble, scrap of soil,

molecule of air, water, fire and spirit

is conscious, sapient

along with space itself -

burgeoning with living presence.

 

All breathing creatures and forms come out of these raw elements,

whether angel, avatar or demon,

insect, mammal, virus or bird: encasing a spec divine. 

Some self-aware, others - conglomerates and collectives.

Ah, we step on holy ground

and breathe,

 a’dazzle with creative light  

in every sinew, neuropeptide, thought and drop of blood.

 

Time is a construct, an illusion

pertaining to 3D - it’s very boundary.

It flattens, strings-out and elongates

experiential presence into quanta,

fractal bits.

It blindfolds senses,

re-phrasing and focussing them

in a sort of linear tube.

An opportune chance to discover and define the quintessence of polarity, rock-bottom agape loving 

and what freedom truly means.

 

Each infinite instant.