The mystical response,
agog with recognition
that this seething belly
is the fractal cousin
of the places and time where clouds of roiling and boiling
spit out new galaxies…
this gaping and precise flash of awe
is a logical outcome.
There is a time when the intelligent mind,
housed in a salty vessel,
a community of parasites
managing complex energy streams,
feeding on histories and physics and geographies,
nourished by an impossible continuum,
must simply weep
with tears of joy
in slack-jawed knowledge.
There is a place where the journey does not end,
the mind’s persistent quest
hushed, in subjugated and vital service
to the understanding of home
as a place equally inside
the unfound centre of a personal cell,
and an origin three billion light years away.
An honourable mind finds time
to fall on its knees
in comprehension of deep trust,
connection to an infinite web.