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life is simply

a pause in eternity and all things
to observe
to give
to take.

your scattered pieces
colliding together into countless forms
warmed and given life by your light
basking in the beauty of your creation
breathing divinity into your existence
singing your praise in awe and splendor

all things are made from you
all life is your life
all death is your death

you exist at the center

you create yourself
you destroy yourself

you wave to yourself across the street.
you hold your hand as you walk down the aisle
to give yourself away at the altar.
you find patience as you teach yourself your first words,
how to smile, how to laugh, how to sing.
you run your fingers through the grass you've created
from your own fragmented existence
as you watch yourself weave a crown of your daisies,
shining in the light of your sun.
you mourn yourself as your life is returned to the all.
you sit, quiet, surrounded only by pieces of you.

always.

if you are all things, there is only yourself.

if there is only yourself, you are alone.

the null is full of infinite you

only you.

who is there to observe? to give? to take?
to warm? to bask? to breathe? to sing?

to mourn?