Life is a Miracle, Waiting to Exist

WAITING TO EXIST

The conception of life,
Is truly a miracle,
A billion combinations,
But only one will reach the pinnacle,
The very small contains millions of libraries,
Creation is awe inspiring.

All life is equal
Of that I have no doubt,
We depend on the system
Not the other way about.
The extroadinary diversity
Evolving traits and complexions,
The world is my university
The mirror to a myriad of reflections.

From within the cage,
The egos dance across the stage,
We postulate our history
Pecuniary interests vent their rage
In a kind of specialisation of misery,
Welcome to enlightenment
In the information age.

Returning to our kind,
Images wildly gusting through our mind,
Whistling down the valleys,
Dark alleys,
Fingers spreading across and behind,
Transforming shapes and breathing,
Losing track of Self and time,
Cracking,
Breaking,
The floor becomes the ceiling,
Growing in awareness,
My tingling leaves of feeling.

In respect of this new harmony,
The shell is my protein,
The tenderness is soft,
The complexity unseen.
My sight takes flight,
To visit other gardens,
To build another nest,
With the timidity
Of a passing guest.

The eggs I lay will grow,
Life will take its course,
Who am I,
No-one will ever know.