kneeling next to
a mammoth, a giant
sequoia of eternity
my hand is an ant
and i cant help but feel
so small
dwarfed by its majesty

squatting, watching the
incoming tide
of the pacific wash out
sandcastles, memories
and i am washed along
the foam into the deep abyss
lost to the light

lying on the
wet dew with a
blanket of photons, starstuff
traveling millions of years
to reach my saucer plate eyes
and i am but a speck
of oddly arranged carbon and oxygen
compared to the heavens

but when i sit surrounded by
your love, kindness, grace
soft bubbling conversation
i become transformed
into so much more
ready to take on the world

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