Bright moon
Next to the trees
With roots running deep
Oh, bright moon, I can see you
My roots are near thee
I will never touch you like that tree
The night is my friend
Standing still
Bright moon, can you see me?
Category: Dasein
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Touch Earth. Sense that flower…
Touch the rhinoceros.
Touch me.
Touch Earth.
They all feel it.
And so do you.
A sense of connectedness.
A sense of belonging.
A sense that you are me.
Blessed humans.
You can touch the edges of the cosmos.
As far away as the dirt at the bottom of your feet…
(A sense of nothingness?)
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A star died…
A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
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