Alone I hold space,
Embracing the openness,
I grow into wholeness,
A witness to all of this,
Existing as a whole,
The space I hold grows,
Illuminating my shadows.
The light goes everywhere I do,
It comes to share the view,
Through 2 eyes space arises,
Surprises are at every turn,
Learning to focus my emotions,
Flowing through the commotion,
Within this ocean of energy.
Only alone can I see,
The truth within reality,
The gravity of the situation,
And my relation to this creation,
The space that I play in,
Are just atoms in vibration,
The brain relaying information,
A simulation in formation,
Silently growing a foundation,
Echoing through the nation.
The station is changing,
The world rearranging,
To fit a reality we are creating.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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