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We were born of the Earth.
The Earth was born in space.
The sun was born of our galaxy the Milky Way.
The galaxy was born of the universe.
The universe was born of a Big Bang,
a moment of creation, a flash of transformation,
a phenomenal explosion of life-defining energy.

Everything is made and patterned and destined
to live and endure within the environment
in which they are born into:
a fish needs water to stay alive,
a human needs light, air, land,
something in their life to anchor them,
to keep them sane, to give their lives meaning-
the planets of our solar system give meaning to the Earth,
and the Earth gives meaning to you.
When two compatible individuals connect and come together
a new life is born that irrevocably changes
the face of everything that has come before it,
emerging into a world perfect for it
but which it must continuously learn to adapt to living in,
and living with, that it can’t control,
that it must struggle to understand,
that looks simple from the outset,
but which is more complex than they could ever conceive-
just like being able to walk and stand up straight
without falling over, constantly fighting,
and yet defined by, an invisible force;
just like looking back over a persons life,
seeing the choices that they made, and asking:
how much of what happens in something’s existence
or someone’s life is planned?

Patterns are repeated over and over again in our universe,
on our planet, in our lives- day after day, decade after decade,
century after century, millennia after millennia-
patterns of behaviour, echoes of design, sustaining structures,
that have stood, spread, and are prevalent in a billion different,
but connected, configurations, in a thousand galaxies
throughout the universe-
and they repeat, because they have evolved a way of maintaining balance
and equilibrium with the life source that created the universe
and seeded all things with a purpose, a power,
a path, a pattern to follow,
that we are all destined to find and make work.

No one will ever know all the answers-
anyone who says that they know everything, knows nothing;
but what everybody can know, if they are willing to search
and understand, is that patterns are there:
we were born, we all live our lives,
the galaxy exists, the universe and all life came into being,
for a reason-
a reason bigger and more important than all of us,
but the essential nature, components, spirit, final design,
can be seen everyday in everything and everyone on our planet
when you look for and when you see repeating patterns.

A flash of light.
The birth of something vast, and yet infinitesimally small.
A seed of life in a perpetual night.
The rise of consciousness, chaos, order, and the legacy of all.

Oceans of energy, tides of infinite direction and dimension,
islands of independence and inter-dependency
all in a constant state of reinvention, floating, twisting, and turning,
on a perceivably black but in reality multi-coloured sea.

Every galaxy, every star, every planet, every quantum of life,
has a legacy and also an ancestry and a lineage to the light
that still illuminates after billions of years-
a celestial bloodline that links every newborn to every nebula,
that stems from the core of every planet
to the heart of every intergalactic pioneer.

The legacy of humanity is the same correlating story as that of the universe,
and has been since that first evolutionary flash-
and that symbiosis will continue to last
even after what we think of ourselves and the world
has returned to dust and ash.

Their are some who fear the unknown depths of their own minds,
just as they fear the oceans of Earth,
or the uncertainty and the confusion of the dark-
such trepidation has a gravity to it that is easy to orbit,
but which at the same time holds them back
and colours their view of the world stark.

Just as the light from stars continues to shine
long after they expel their final solo performance to the audience
of their intergalactic neighbours-
every form of energy, every particle, every person, affects another-
even as it dims and wavers.

The way we were, the way we are, the way we are going,
the way we have always been, and the way we are always going to be,
is life, the universe, the beginning, the end, existing as one,
then and now- and in a word,
that is our legacy.

To Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars,
to Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and to all the planet’s of countless stars-
it is to you, and to everyone:
Human; God; Goddess; Angel; and Alien;
that I wish to address,
and also, in a way, to confess,
the reason for my being- my modus operandi, if you will:
why I love connecting with people, writing poetry, and why I just can’t stand still!

I suppose it all started back when I was a boy:
the love that I felt, the friendship’s that I made, and the joy!
The affection that I had, which was unequivically reciprocated
by my friends, and my family- and which I have replicated
in the relationships that I have made as an adult,
and which has made me, I believe, a better person as a result!

Something that I have never told anyone,
is just how much writing poetry is my greatest passion!
The thing about my poetry, and which continue’s to make me smile,
is that I believe I am still in a little bit of denial-
just like when you call someone and keep pressing redial,
and you always expect someone to pick up and answer-
I always expect an instant and inspirational poetic transfer:
a high-speed link between the universe and I-
a way to write the unwritable, and describe why the sky is the sky.

I have always loved keeping active and running around-
using my energy, and that of other’s, to rebound
in a new, invigorating, and exciting, other direction-
times in my childhood that I often look back on in reflection,
and ask myself the question: why did you do what you did?
And the answer that always comes back is: because that is what it is to be a kid!

The reason I am who I am, and the reason why I do what I do,
is because I want to share a part me with everyone, all, and with you!
In my opinion, the gift to be able to create something of your own imagining-
to write it down, build it, sing it, play it, and the ability of enhancing
the perception of someone else, and for a short time take them on a journey
from which they will always remember, and the thought of will forever fill them with glee-
is a gift that is the most special and the most personal present you can bestow:
to reach into your soul, and touch a place within yourself you never dreamed you would ever go.

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