Conscious Dust

 Stars and atoms

and molecules and

droplets and

moons and

planets

Dust began

in constant motion

and built a universe

I deeply moved

with the experience

of a woman whose

love I could never

fathom yet

somehow know

I will carry in

this heart

for longer

than my lifetime

I'm questioning the necessity of randomness

and wondering if there's a substitute

a mechanism of reproduction if you will

that doesn't leave us to ponder for millennia

about the meaning of it all

I think randomness

can be encoded

in meaningful ways

which paradoxically

removes the perceived

unpredictability

and causes

determination 

in living systems

Fun, then,

becomes the pride

in one's originality

in a way that can be

understood

and seen

for we cultivate

ourselves

when we show

our most vulnerable

and powerful

selves.

Take off the mask

given to you

by artificial

randomness

and craft your own

from the potential

in all the living beings

around you

We have lived with dust

eons before we realized

our connection

to the dust

of our universe

Deep down inside

the dust of our consciousness

the soul of humanity

has moved

if not

understood

my thesis statement

is the universe's

that there is

life and love

everywhere

Like a cosmic joke does

But not if we forget

that we were

predicted

that we are

storing information

which we finally

understand

that we are

as simple

dust particles

that bump against

each other's

individuality

to create water

and wind

and earth

and fire

and all the others