Snow Globe

Everyone sees a different world
Experiences life differently
Over 8 billion world views
Unique
When you die
Your world dies

It seems we know the same world
But we don’t
We know man’s version
As fed to us
By our language
Our education
Our religion
Our culture

And our mind
Can go down
Any rabbit hole
Art, science, religion…
Only to find
There is an infinite way
To rearrange words
To obscure reality

And there is no end
To the experiences of our body
Our emotions and sensations
Can keep us busy
For a lifetime
We are thrill seekers
And trauma junkies

But some of us
Sense something more
More than this finite life
Like we’re stuck
In a snow globe
Wondering
“Is this all there is”

We know
We are not our
Story-filled minds
Not our suffering bodies
Bouncing between
Ectasy and grief

Tired of rearranging words
To create new scenes
To play new parts
We travel
To the furthest reaches
Of our being
We press our noses
Against the snow globe glass
And pound our fists
And scream
“Let me out”

It shatters
Or we dissolve

Gone is time
Gone are words
Gone is the finite
Body and mind

Hello silence
Hello tranquility
Hello God…

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