Saturday, September 19, 2015

MICROCOSM

MICROCOSM

I am just a microcosm,
Of the larger world I see,
All my thoughts and recollections,
They echo back to me.
The world is just a macrocosm,
Reflecting back my truth,
My thoughts are ancient myths colliding,
My life it stands as proof.

The world is but the tv screen,
Upon which I project.
All my scarlet dreams and fears,
The imagination interjects.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
When I laugh and when I weep,
I am just a phantom,
These joys and miseries I keep.

I am the captain and I am the master.
Ever changing in my evolving,
Like the earth around the sun revolving,
The light a shade of alabaster,
The better self is calling.

If illness is a teacher.
Then I hope to learn my lesson well,
Like the waves they crash against the shore.
And the winds they start to swell.
The ocean it is in my mind,
The winds in my imagination,
Microcosm of the fire and ice,
Echo of the final conflagration.

I come and go in stillness,
I come and go in peace,
May peace come to the larger world,
May my inner wars surcease,
For so with every man and woman,
So with every child,
The outer world may seem desolate,
More than a little wild.
But close your eyes and find your garden,
Listen to your breath,
Seek ye love and seek ye pardon,
From this den of death.

For you are just a microcosm.
And you control the screen
You are the director,
And you can steal the scene.
The world is just a macrocosm,
Reflecting back your truth,
Your thoughts are ancient myths colliding,
Your life it stands as proof.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2015
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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