an afternoon ramble (poem)

(I wrote this about 4 years ago. Came across it again today.)

You are a part.
Not apart,
but part of the whole
connected by the soul,
growing from the roots of creative force.
In this relationship
there's no chance of divorce.

You are a fraction,
fractured,
divided from your sense of self.
Sitting up there
on a shelf,
afraid you have no place
in nature's space.

You are nature.
Trapped as you may be
in the absurdity of structure,
you are truth, reality.
Even in your fakeness,
you are real.
The truth is you,
whether you reveal or conceal.

You are the Universe realizing potential.

a reply to: eMachine
That's really good
Glad you ran across it and shared.
I don't know what else to say is that I really like it. I've read it a few times.. And each time it gets deeper ...the words flow very nicely ...
-nat

a reply to: natalia

Thank you, natalia!