The Eye of Yellowstone, or, The Tapestry, the Poem

Sometimes, you look

and you see 

and you realize that
that thing; that thing

you thought

was it's own thing

is part of something 

that's in true reality larger.

I heard a whisper once

it ran through streams

in danced on leaves

it hid itself in living soil.

It said, with gentle voice,

"look and see, child,

and you will notice

everything's just a thread

just a part of 

an incomprehensibly 

large tapestry stretching

for infinity, for forever.

each thread, but a part 

of a part of a part 

of a very small flower

or leaf or ant or 

tiny speck of dust

in the largest painting.

One that contains 

every event, every second

of this universes existence.

It's a story that weaves

a story that dances

dances through time.

Every thing you ever do

every thing you've ever done

writes a line, a verse

in that poem of life."

I listened, and I realized

that I had known 

that all along.

In my subconsciousness.

It's a beautiful thing, 

that tapestry, that painting.

That poem's the reason

everything has it's rythmn

just be quite and listen,

be open and you'll hear. 

You'll notice the rythmn

the symmetry, the rhyme.

the music that's found

in everything in life.