Child of the Universe

Posted on October 31, 2016

Small Magellanic Cloud

Child of the Universe

There exists a nameless, dream-like,

wandering state


To which, oddly, I aspire.

A following of The Way,

Quiet and unassuming in manner

A self effacing journey of submersion

Totally, without appeal

into my Father's house,

the Universe.

Sometimes, people say

kind words

about my expression

of my journey,

My scribblings

And my rhyming doodles.

It's nice

When they do,

And I'm happy

They can relate

But it doesn't really matter

It's not an end in itself

And if I don't watch out

Somehow, it distracts

And focuses

Unwanted attention

On my wholly irrelevant ego.

I wish I could remain,


And unseen, but rumored to be


Somewhere high up the mountain

Where only clouds


drift by.

Untroubled by the struggling

Of this

Mortal Man.

Perhaps, in erasing self

And forgetting my name

Lies reward


I can finally become


In the true expression

Of Humility

And fully realize

At last

How small


And dull I am.

At the same time


Beyond a shadow of doubt

That I am a child of the Universe

And that I am





Francis Meyrick

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 31, 2016, 11:15 pm

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