Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting fragments, reflections, and drawn shadows from this existence.
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The Universe Questions
by M. Joseph Boehler
is our consciousness the universe's own dream?
in a single breath we wonder:
are we the cosmos' fleeting thought,
a ripple of time that lives only now?
our existence flickers, a pulse of light,
a flash that never repeats,
while change alone remains the constant
that connects every sensation.
to be alive is to dance
on the edge of unreasonable wonder,
poised between bursts of light,
the hush of night,
and the heart's insatiable hunger;
until the final breath pulls the curtain
on a lucid daydream: and we wonder.
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To leave traces that might meet another's path.