Seed of Life

Seeded at the center,
like the smallest Russian doll,
where perception comes together
there's a spot.

In the soil of the mind
it's a theater of time
running present, past, and future
films of thought,

and it's nestled in the middle
of a matted neural network,
in a symphony that's playing
without strain.

In a finely folded origami
masterpiece of mass,
each uniquely morphed and molded,
called a brain.

Which is carried in a carefully
constructed carnal carriage
that is constantly combining
cells reborn,

in a beautiful and balanced flow
of fantastic function
in the body of the breathing
human form.

And these beings are the basis
of a coordinated cluster,
beginning to create
 a colony.

In an even larger
interwoven tapestry of time,
integrated in a world
community,

that's dependent on a
delicately dynamic system.
Some begin to sense that it's
in danger.

Probably because
we're precariously perched.
The product of a bigger
tree of nature.

Which is eloquently
isolated in a cosmic ocean
floating along freely
without strife.

A glowing globe of green and blue
magic in a marble.
The miracle that is our
Seed of Life.