a reflection

just walking along,

random thoughts

a dusty path

accompanies me,

every so called weed

with each stem

of each leaf,

i peer intently,

micro shade

protection from the far away star,

our sun

for the ants beneath

tiny particles are there,

beneath the ants' feet

to exude infinity for me

plate tectonics beneath,

magma, . . .

beyond the particles,

beneath the ants' tiny barbed feet

i pass, . .

to the electron,

the neutrino,

the g particle and light years beyond,

to spirit,

to that which is the source

of life . . .

. . . from somewhere in the cosmos

a bee arrives,

to my realm of being

for just this one moment . . .

you ever wonder

about honey?

how insects create it,

no accident

a human chemist's marvel, . . .

it's a wondrous syrup,

sunlight passing,

translucent through it,

when held up to the light,

is amber golden

luscious sweet . . .

. . . the bee,

pubescence on every part

of its well sculpted body, . . .

antennae,

flecks of pollen on each hair,

its brain perceived,

under an electron microscope

is utterly complex,

beyond mere flippant understanding,

yes,

my memory serves me well,

. . . communication

intelligence,

blood flows through it's capillaries,

i submit,

a divine creation

. . . honey,

ohhh, it's so sweet,

flavorful,

like no other sustenance

more than mere food

i suspect it was created

to satisfy more than only hunger,

it's a delight

to the taste

to the brain,

electrons cannot taste,

random chance produces,

only what already exists,

and then

with no so called, perfection,

no divinity of life in themselves

sensation,

every thing i see

on this walk

is a real phenomenon,

not accidental

not self created

or self reliant

though but an infinitesimal,

an utterly tiniest of tiny of tiniest,

speck of physical reality

here i stand,

contemplate,

it is very very real

i am on a spinning orb

beyond description

every nook and cranny

every depth

every height

foaming sea,

dome of sky,

heat and cold, . . .

the majesty of life

all colors

scents

rocks

living things myriad

such wonder

limitless beauty

electrons have no life

they are the pieces

which provide the physical framework

for the spirit which provides the source

of life

only the beginning

i am alive

the bee,

the plant

the inert minerals

woven together

provide me with meaning

and beauty

a juxtaposition

to the complexity

of all the goings on in the world

beyond my grasp,

. . . however,

here is peace,

for now

this orb

this world

was miraculously endowed,

with wonder

i have found a niche,

a quiet moment

reflection and peace

i am thankful for simplicity,

for the knowledge and sense

that God exists

who is no theory,

who lives,

who loves us

after all,

he created us