A Planet of Sudden Becoming

there's really no connections - only the play of

one thing giving of itself. 

air doesn't part to find us, there's no search for breath, no point where it becomes anything other than original sky. We breathe the touch of galaxies. In this light, what can be measured? How are we simply not an aspect of sky, a planet of sudden becoming from the very stuff that holds the stars? I see no clear lines of division, no connections to imply that anything has broken from another to form another world. 

it's all one thing. 

~

Peace,

Eric