Particles

The same particles that make up the river,

the fire, the stars, the rose, the moth,

and the mirrors

make me.

How enormous is the realization that

I am nature.

Nature is God.

Self aware, self directed, and self driven.

Each particle of me conscious of the course

it must take.

How different is that consciousness

from mine?

At what level of consciousness does

confusion take birth?

How sure are these particles of their purpose?

What is the tangible form of thoughts?

What determines complexity?

In the end when all my particles will disperse off

in different directions to form

different things,

how much of myself will they carry within them?

How much of who am I carrying within me?

Aren’t we all ghosts of everything else

that has already existed and all

that is yet to come?