ix.

tell us, is there anything new?
an idea untouched,
a daring act unseen?
no. and yet, still, we shine,
each mind a prism,

the light of wisdom
cascading through us,
glass stained
by our exquisite colors,
a mosaic of limitless experience.

through your eyes,
through mine,
through a thousand, million others,
dazzling as the galaxy
with its luminous multitudes,

each an expression,
more precious than gold,
never to be repeated
across the expanse
of universal time.

this conscious awareness,
this marvel of reality—
the larger Self
encapsulating All—
who reflects whom?

lex