NaPoWriMo 28

In the end we are
just pieces of earth walking
around and around

Universal mind
come to understand itself

Yet completely whole
and in that whole unknowing
of greater being

Which is becoming
all the time and forever
another instant

Who is to say God
gets itself a bit lonely
when we go missing

Only we are not
lost for a moment or so
to wipe the slate clean

Living memory
being what it is and all
come home now come home

We wait here for you