Many particles to the atom,
Many atoms to the molecule,
Many molecules to the cell,
Many cells to the tissue,
Many tissues to the organ,
Many organs to the system,
Many systems to the organism...
And so it goes,
The many always viewable as
a larger ONE.
Cogs without machines
Don't roll far.
And when they've settled,
They have no movement.
They are all existence,
And no process.
Their worldlines have
Flatlined.
They have no experience,
(And bliss lies in the
Experience of experience.)
They have only a longing
For non-existence...
Or to be reinstalled.
The dangling vine curls at its end —
a hook in search of hold.
The breezes bounce and sway that hook —
‘t looks blindly pushed and pulled.
But that creeper ‘s not drooping free.
It’s reaching as best it can.
Awaiting opportunity —
too patient for a plan.
One day, in sway, it’ll set its hook,
and wrap its way around,
and – day-by-day – will climb its way
still farther from the ground.
‘Til it links its roots to canopy.
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