Art is everywhere. Also (of course) in Nature. Here is a lone shrub standing on a knoll looking very much like a flamingo (to me). 😊😊
I am sky; absent clouds shifting,
Bright dusk arising or descending,
Roaring quietly, but deeply and eternally
Birthing stars from darkness and
Obscuring galaxies into oblivion.
Like a sea of torrential consciousness
My awareness is illuminated by death.
I am emptiness; inhabiting;
Without space for nothing,
I am; availability; the taking
And making of matters,
A steeply elusive discus
Releasing at the precise millisecond
Of maximum thrust.
I am; a consistently integrated ambition,
clustering unlimited sub-selves
With a secret objective.
I am; impossible opportunity,
Bright darkness burning,
A moonlit sun and wind;
Unmoving wind tearing holes
In the moving of space.
I am; vision; reinvigorated
By the opposition, I spread through
Spinning slowly, enfolding
In art, biology, science.
I am; the invisible you,
The nothing and everything