Child of the Universe

Posted on October 31, 2016







Small Magellanic Cloud





Child of the Universe







There exists a nameless, dream-like,

wandering state

anonymous

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,

nameless,

And unseen, but rumored to be

Rhyming

Somewhere high up the mountain

Where only clouds

Dream-like

drift by.

Untroubled by the struggling

Of this

Mortal Man.



Perhaps, in erasing self

And forgetting my name

Lies reward

Maybe

I can finally become

Lost

In the true expression

Of Humility

And fully realize

At last

How small

Insignificant

And dull I am.



At the same time

Knowing

Beyond a shadow of doubt

That I am a child of the Universe

And that I am

quietly

Amazingly

Passionately



loved











Francis Meyrick













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


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