In a Handful of God

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

musicians.

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

of darkness,

there is no loneliness

in this luminous, brimming

playful world.

                         

    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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