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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