Falling through the shards of light

are dust motes the size of planets.

Slowing drifting through time,

Eddying on the currents of breath

that change their orbit. 

Stare unblinking and you might just glimpse

the spark of life,

blossoming existence,

the birth of love and hope.

These are the tiny universes 

in the every day,

constant cycle of decay

and rebirth. 

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