On Keeping One's Perspective

    On Keeping 
One’s Perspective

               This

Is but a speck

          of dust - 

          a mere

             grain

         of sand - 

In the great

      scheme

Of things;

                and

     it’s still

     glorious.

And, we are still

     brought

     to earth -

     for what

     it’s worth

     to us all -

By the likes

Of stinky farts

And such great

Equalizers.

            To say:

We still all

           wipe

     our asses

The same way.

Ashes to ashes;

               dust

           to dust

In the end

For us all.

         ,,,And yet

            there

         is more

         after all.

And the heavens

             speak

             of it.

    Dimensions

           after

    dimensions;

           planes

  of existence

                like

             great

      mansions

beckoning us

    onwards

          ever

   onwards -

  the opposite

          of

   repulsion - 

To our final

Destination:

          Unity

      with the

     All

    That

     Is.

     As

   I say:

  glorious.

      --

We come in

   mewling

And go out

  subdued.

   Not just

  in defeat.

          But

          in

     awe

At the enormity

      of it all.

      Grains

     of sand

    teeming

      with

      life...

  A wonder.

      A

  mystery......