art of the universe


višnje – Cherrie at the Kotor Market in Montenegro
Art of the Universe

I bite into the berry pie, the straws, blues, and
rasps burst deliciously in my mouth. I sense
these living organisms giving me energy, like a 
gift because I cannot exist without these other 
beings to sustain me. I recall the “food chain” I 
learned in school, like a ladder with something, someone
powerful at the top. But, no, today it comes to me
as a circle, a wheel that goes round and we are all part 
of the art that’s being painted by the universe. 

May you feel the hug of the universe in the littlest of daily activities…

This poem is also part of a collection I put together called Little Morsels of Delight.

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