I Connected (Sitting Here On This Orb)

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Offbeat/Abstract

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.

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Written:08/19/02

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