The world is too big.
Fraught with opportunity and displays
of power, of lust, and of greed,
the world is too big.
Too many options, too may paths,
Too many stories to be told and books to be learned.
An oyster or a canyon? The vast expanse of our consciousness echoes out through the ages,
a verse inside a verse,
planets drifting through the cosmos.
Lonely, but never alone,
Try as we might, the world peeks inside.
The world is too big for my heart to love fully – to feel deeply enough and reach each corner gently.
We set about to create something smaller,
A small crevice to call our own, lest we forsake the rest, lost in our own thoughts.