Rotating
a Thought
Spinning around itself wondrously,
aligned with a knowingness that has to lie outside itself,
or so deeply ingrained within
that it could hardly be separated
from any intention breathing through our universe.
And it is moving this planet, this home of ours,
through infinity,
orchestrated seamlessly by an informed whisper.
Infinitely more, doing just the same, but different,
aligned with where they need to be in a never-ending openness.
Finding it for their moment.
There is so much out there, and yet we are here.
Grounded in rotating motion, able to observe it all,
to investigate similarities of an unbroken unity.
How come we could ever believe in such a thing as accidents,
when there is a knowingness running through the fiber of it all?
And how come it is so hard for us to believe that we, conscious human beings, ended up without that same whisper?
Listen closer now darling.
