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I am...the universe


Born with knowledge

of all things,

humans are blessed.

Though,

years pass,

dreams arise,

and fail.

We are not

who

we thought

we

would be.

We question the world,

hoping to find an answer-

a purpose-

a reason to be alive.

We search

and search

and search.

In a hurried world,

we forgot:

we are stardust-

unequivocally.

The answers to the universe

are within our reach,

are within us.

 

We are the universe-

a reflection of the beauty

that envelopes us like

the air we breathe.

We are the clouds,

the trees,

the birds,

the bees.

We are so much a part of this place,

we vibrate with everything we encounter.

The lovers,

the teachers,

the mothers,

the preachers-

we are all one.

But in the swift-

linear-

clouded

minds we possess,

we forget.

 

We are home,

home is us.

We are exactly

where

we are supposed

to be.

We are never lost,

remember,

for we are

The

Universe.

 

 
 
 
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