I’m a mixture
I’m serious but funny
Near but far
I step into untrodden corners
I go too far
I sit here close
quiet, sometimes loud
I’m a mixture of everything
but within
I’m just like you
made of stardust.
I navigate the world,
fueled by the
insatiable thirst of curiosity
my feet walk
to unknown territories
to meet the many parts of me.
I turn into a chameleon
I become one with what’s around
I’m a master of blending in
for me to survive
I learn, I take it all in
I listen to the chirping birds
in the morning
to the noise I make as I
draw in air from the universe
to fill my lungs.
Everything seems automatic and so common
but not when I pay attention,
everything becomes a miracle.
Ah the sensation of feeling alive
I can’t help, but smile.

I smell the fresh morning dew
and feel the warmth
of the morning sun flooding my being.
No I don’t miss a thing
this is life happening.

I retreat within to meet
with the infinite part
usually obscured by the finite
then again and again I go within
deeper and deeper.
Is the onion metaphor
really true?
My origin is not localized
It’s all spread out
my soul,
encased by the body
like a line formed by a bubble
floating there
till it pops
gone into the atmosphere.
Before that,
I dipped my wand in water
then blew air
a bubble formed
instant magic.