The element of healthy isolation
Distinguishing each from the mass
Our unique viewpoints create
individual beings
The perspective is born before the body,
the physical manifestation
Without the bit of alienation,
Each having their own experience,
unable to relate past a certain level,
all would blend into One.
Instead, we have the opportunity to experience
ourselves
These separate viewpoints
eventually melt back into their infinite origin
How could something so abstract
a human mind
Have a beginning, an end, within the constraints
of a mere physical lifetime?
We're all leaves on a tree,
After gliding to the ground when autumn comes
Absorbed into the soil
Fertilizer for the rest
The cycle of life continues
And this change, daunting and bewildering
to those unsure
Is actually just a minor transition,
a ripple
and the river flows on.