Sometime during my thirtieth revolution about the sun
I ripened to the experience of cosmic consciousness,
the unified field breathing through life.

Can you believe that all this living possibility
comes from one simple act of love?

I know the language of the soul is written in the stars,
As above, so below, 
within each of us a universe awaits exploration.

Look at the way the moon tugs the shifting tides
as deep currents of emotion rise and fall in us.

See the sun ascending through a bank of mist
with flowers straining their necks to align with
its generous rays.

If only we could open our souls to the mystery
of invisible nourishment streaming in 
spiral strands to sustain the cosmos.

Then we too would know, as the planets in sacred
orbit know, the wisdom hidden in the secret
rhythms of dark matter vibrating at our cores.