On a rock

I’m standing on a rock

Spinning

around, and around, and around.

 

I’m connected to the rock,

I came from the rock,

I was once One with the rock.

Well really, I still am.

 

There are other people on the rock

and we share that same Oneness.

I see them and they see me.

Or do they?

 

There are pyramids on the rock.

Many pyramids.

Pyramids sitting on a sphere.

Geometry is the stuff of life.

 

Life comes in all shapes and sizes.

Sometimes complementing each other.

Sometimes conflicting with each other.

 

Pyramids are fine, if you’re sitting at the top.

I’ve heard the view is good from up there,

though the air is thin

and people get dizzy

with power.

 

I prefer circles.

Circles are conducive to sharing and caring,

inclusiveness and connectedness.

 

But life comes in all shapes and sizes

and what fits one, may not fit another.

Sometimes I think life is a puzzle

with all the shapes able to fit

together to create a beautiful picture.

 

Perhaps they already do,

and its’ just that I can’t see

the whole picture.

from where I stand on the rock.