Separate Islands, Same Map

overly critical
seeking dominion
and control over forces
better left

to mother nature

red pulse exits darkness
blue shimmering ocean breathes its way
into existence

you cannot possess the stars
or the first hint of light
from a rising dawn

but you might taste
its wet-lipped kiss
on your corona
if you're lucky

release into the space
where synchronicity meets
intuition
and realize this moment
is all there is to experience

ever was, ever will be

instinctual
liquidity
of oneness

shattered shards
spark
individuation

while morning birds call life
to attention