There are blessings all around us,
there is good in each of us;
even the ones who make us crazy,
make us regret the day we were born.
I sit and stare at my reflection,
though not a mirror is in sight.
I ponder the great open window,
the darkness of the night.
I wonder how it is that two
can become one,
then back to two again;
an entity separating itself
so that it may know thy self;
a universe spinning out of control,
yet with exact precision and depth
so as to create something
star inspiringly beautiful.