Samsara

Astrophysicists estimate there are
more stars in the cosmos
than grains of sand
in this Earth of ours.
 
            Worlds are always in motion.
            Creation is ongoing.
 
In each moment countless souls
spark into being.
Many others wink out
of this plane of existence.
 
            Nothing is ever quite the same.
            Nothing can ever be complete.
 
In this dynamic happening
what of us meaning-seeking creatures,
with our frailties, our egos and all that blinds us
to the fierce joy of being?
 
            It’s okay that we are never-not-broken.
            It’s okay that nothing is permanent.
 
We are but a mote
of sacred life.

Image from John Fowler, Creative Commons 2.0