It’s awe there, write in front of you.
Mote of Sand
“To see a world in a grain of sand” – William Blake
I seed
The hole world
In a mote of sand
In a stellar case
Of reveres engineering
Dammed well intuit
Every present cascades
For awe those pour in spirit
Insighting won’s riot mind
Every perspective just a positioned
With each and every inner relationship
Everything pain homage to everything ails
And still
Drunk on beauty
Such a lure
In is capable
As out her loveliness
That you verse
Subject to awe
That is possible
And immanent
And however mine
Full
Possessed by awe
