conversations with the Universe

i’m outside in the yard

scrolling time away

the wind rustles through the trees, i hear

get off your screen

look at me

feel me

i look up to the sky and remember where I am

surrounded by the great oaks and pines

that watched my mother grow up

that now give me the simple reminder

to be aware

to be here

i’ve always believed the Universe speaks

through the tarot cards that fall out by chance 

through the clicks of the beetles and ravens 

the ripples of the water and wind, and

the coincidences that prove themselves, over and over

perhaps as God speaking through His creations

signs of the angels, curses of the damned

i know it as my own subconscious, whispering 

voices of energy, channelling

neither no better than any other mind

caught between the known and unknown,

with comforting belief nestled perfectly in between

but no matter how many names we give it 

the feeling stays the same 

with intuition and presence we feel it:

Ourselves

the Collective Spirit

the Divine system within us all, and us all within it

finding reasons to believe, yearning for meaning

searching for connection, for our way of being

the exact reason i’m on this screen 

watching the whole world live and suffer  

when the whole world is already around me 

begging to be seen 

and by seeing it,

i see myself 

i see you

i see everything 

⨀ B