Through the deafening silence
I listen.
Far beyond the thoughts,
That my insignificance
Superimposed upon the infinite
Conjures the likelihood
That at any moment
I could be dashed
Like the waves
Pummelling the shoreline
Fundamental elements rendered
Mist, carried on the breeze
The web is nourished
The continuance of life
Is fed by release of death
Perhaps the ultimate fulfillment of "to be of service."
Can I then see fear, as a less formidable barrier?
Living life with unbridled passion
Squeezing the very marrow, from each experience
Loving each, as though I've met, the face of God
Perhaps until the divine can be found in the mundane,
The divine will always remain - Mundane!
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