At what point
in the ever expanding Universe
does everything
cease?
Where lie the limits of the living?
In the liquid dark stillness
of a clear desert night
where I lay upon the hard earth
I see the stars
billions of miles apart and away,
so near
so still, always
there in the same spot
throughout all of my
years -
Do they age
and die,
or is all the movement in
the universe
only I?
On earth, the desert alone
is closest to the Mystery
of the universe,
the very same
that resides ever expanding, in
human souls -
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