There is some magic in it
us that is
They say we’re made of stardust
and stardust doesn’t walk around
and talk and think and feel
So, it’s magic, really
that glues it all together
and sparks us into being,
magic as far as we’re concerned.
You’ve got me wondering
what matters then. If I take this heap
of elements to another state
or another country,
will it long for home?
Is my dust attached to this land,
will I miss these other star beings?
Look, you’ve made me happy
whatever that means for the a
collection of elements from the universe,
and I don’t want to lose that.
I feel it is a precarious balance,
maybe something related to the tipping point
it took for that first thought, that first
knowledge of consciousness.
I feel that if we just stopped thinking
of ourselves in such a narrow way
we’d find a new way of thinking
beyond happiness and sadness,
beyond life and death.
The excitement of molecules,
the tingling of space and time,
our place in the universe,
We know more than we know.