Phosphene
Free-verse
The specs on my iris drift like molecules of little lights
Sometimes I feel them float across my peripheral
As if my face were an infinite ocean which mirrors the cosmos,
Connected to the consciousness of the world.
They dissolve into this ocean of samsara,
Like drops returning to their source,
Each one merging with the whole.
Stirred into an enigmatic mess,
This dance is of impermanence.
From the depths of my soul to the edges of the sky,
These specs of light connect me to all that is nigh.
They traverse the boundaries of my being,
Linking me to the world's grand seeing.
And in moments of stillness, I can feel them glide
like an eternal current on an endless tide.
They remind me of my place in this grand design, a perpetual wanderer learning to live again.
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