Tacos are better on Tuesdays

A great sage once said

We come spinning out of nothingness, 

Scattering stars like dust. 

But he didn’t mention the joy, 

The pure exhilaration

Of being a conscious creator. 

Of looking all around and

Beholding the miracle of

The universe. 

In a blade of grass, 

In a dewy cobweb on a 

Foggy morning. 

Sometimes these miracles are

Cleverly hidden by

News of doom and gloom. 

But it’s all play of consciousness

And evil is there to thicken the plot

As we become wiser we see the truth that

The universe is always growing

Joyfully expanding

In consciousness. 

I am a part of the same universe

And I too marvel at

The perfect wisdom of it all 

- Karey Pohn