I AM THE COSMOS: AN UNENDING WHOLE

Me, Both Sides of This Snowy Screen

An inner creation in ottava rima

The snow is really coming down right now. Flakes falling furiously on both screens. The inside and the outside, both somehow fall silent, quieting these snowy scenes. The flittering of birds and thoughts allow me to fall back. Self centered thoughts now dreams. It’s all too real or maybe none of it. It’s all the same and over in a bit.

I slip back into slumber once or twice. Twigs twisting in the self negating wind. A single snowflake silently does slice this endless moment time cannot rescind. A drop of mist then crash of crystal ice. Was it me falling? Knees and elbows skinned. My thoughts are twisting turning with the snow. I might as well just shovel ‘till I know.

Cold neurons fire along transmission wire. The outside screen can’t fix this pattern’s flaw. I just don’t have the bandwidth to inquire. I still can do my part and strive for awe. Soon buried under drifting snow, my fire and ego sinks beneath blind reason’s law. Self centered, I am, although all’s not me. I try so hard to feel this all that be.

The snow and I both fall more quickly while the two are one and everyone, things too. This storm has come and now there is this pile. I walk up to my door. These flakes fall through. My stomach turns. Gallbladder’s full of bile. When every thought’s a flake, one has to do. The universe will make of us at will whatever it wants to and it does still.

Written in response to Kallol Mazumdar’s wonderful prompt, “I am the Cosmos: An unending whole”, in the story of creation, below…