Tethered
Even if the spinning of combustibles
and the silent arms of deep raw space
are created by the very act of my viewing them,
and the silent arms of deep raw space
are created by the very act of my viewing them,
it does not change the fact that I am a tethered being,
not separate from this Nature but folded into It,
like a star folding into the vastness of Its’ own flickering.
like a star folding into the vastness of Its’ own flickering.
