Counting dust particles in a sunbeam Order made visible Lack of concentration, the numbers slip Look again, is the dust really there? Invisible fingers touch the air Searching the universe for the new, the unknown Inside the dark space where stars are born On into infinity, something is out there Numbered by the Galaxies we spin in… ©AnitaDawes2022
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Loved this mystical poem, Anita. Beautifully penned. Order and chaos go hand in hand and somehow it all makes sense.
Somehow, it really does, Diana…
A moment of synchronicity… I was just writing a story involving chaos and order. Anyway, this is gorgeous. Thanks so much for sharing it. Hugs on the wing.
Anita’s poem certainly had me thinking. Glad you liked it, Teagan…
Deep and beautiful!
a lovely comment, Jan. We thank you!
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