If Spirit is the immortal
part of ourselves,
the essence of our being,
Matter is Spirit.
Where else would our essence lie
but in our deepest parts?
Deeper than the cells of our skin
that flake off with touch and time,
becoming the dust breathed by the world.
Deeper than the muscles beneath
that shrink and grow with age and years,
the smooth use that pumps them large,
the slow stretches, the proteins
building the ability to push and pull
and leap and bound and even lie down
when life becomes too much.
Deeper than the cells making up
each separate part, each particle,
each electron, each quark
of up, down, strange, charm, bottom,
and top–their varied homogeneity
unites us with all. The dung beetle with
it’s beautiful shimmering body,
the dullest bird gracing the heavens,
the plastic bag floating discarded
in far-reaching oceans, each
unappreciated dandelion gracing
a freshly mown lawn with sunlight-
yellow petals, until it rides the wind
as cotton seedlings–visceral swan song
embodying the paradox
of uncreated creation.
We all come from each other.
Atoms are celestial: our
common building blocks
compose our infinite variety,
We are made of star stuff.
Materialism is Spiritual.
We share each other’s lives.
We breathe in each other’s essence.
There is nothing deeper
than realizing how our impermanence
permanently imprints us
on each other.