Sitting here
on this orb
I am but a speck.
A mere fraction
of life that resides.
Slowly spinning
with the rotations.
Day to night.
Night to day.
Repeating itself
continuously
to a schedualed
sequence.
Its secrets
unknown to me.
Yearning
to understand
I place my hands
upon the ground.
Open myself
to the
possibilities.
A low rumbling.
Heat courses
along my body
my soul
my mind.
I can feel the
grinding
of its axial motion.
Vibrations
of life forces
reverberate
through me.
For a moment
I connect
with the earth
and all contained
within.
The heartbeats
of all
who came before,
all now
and all those yet to be,
pulse beneath my
fingertips.
The breaths
of all living creatures
blow upon my neck.
The winds and rains
of every storm
wash across me.
The blood of life itself
flows in my veins
like a current.
I dig my fingers
into the warm soil,
absorbing
and holding on
to the moment.
The sensations
of movement, of sound,
of feeling,
are dizzying
and bewildering.
The revelations
of its revolutions
are revealed to me.
Briefly.
The moment passes.
The movement stops.
The sound ceases.
The storms die down.
I am alone once more.
But with a deeper
understanding,
sitting here
on this orb.