In a Handful of God
Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.
When your truth forsakes its shyness,
when your fears surrender to your strengths,
you will begin to experience
that all existence
is a teeming sea of infinite life.
In a handful of ocean water
you could not count all the finely tuned
In a handful of the sky and earth,
in a handful of God,
we cannot count
all the ecstactic lovers
who are dancing there.
True art reveals there is no void
there is no loneliness
in this luminous, brimming
Certain poets are able to reveal the interconnectivity of the world. This reminds me of a fragment from William Blake's "Auguries of Innocence":To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
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