Paradox
We’re made local
for a time, each of us
a point
on this sphere
of billions and growing
No number’s large enough
to count all manifest things
a cosmos full of jewels
in Indra’s net
opal garnet tourmaline
each reflects the whole
Caught when I forget
I feel diminished
fevered on this
stardust we call earth
Then remind myself—
being local feels intimate
but it’s not personal—
life is birthing itself
right out of itself
again again again
"being local feels intimate but it's not personal" - I relate so much to the entire poem, that awareness that comes after we slow down and open consciousness deeper. Or when we are Caught, as you say. Beautifully said. Thank you.
Interesting thoughts.