Sweet nothingness -
A wistful thought of what has been,
A curious hope for what may be,
I try to hold on.
These days, they say, mean so little,
Yet everywhere, we celebrate them.
It's not important, I'm told.
Then why does it matter to me?
When I think about love
I think about the divine
The love that is us all
The one that creates and looks to see.
We wander through ourselves and each other,
Finding ways to express what no one can know.
The anthropic principle:
Life exists to share it's light.
From the smallest act of kindness
To the greatest self-sacrifice
That which we seek is within us
Yet needs connection to be complete.