{"id":54892,"date":"2019-06-22T23:58:47","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T03:58:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54892"},"modified":"2023-08-13T23:37:17","modified_gmt":"2023-08-14T03:37:17","slug":"universal-consciousness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/universal-consciousness\/","title":{"rendered":"Universal Consciousness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">The birds, they sit and watch me as I think,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">and deer wander near as I, in solitude, visit their yards.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Mountain lions warm their tails beside my fire,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">and bears grumble a gruff hello when I tread upon our trail.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Children smile, reach for my hand,<br \/>\na<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">nd I delight in their love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Pets, whose owners say \u201che never likes anyone\u201d,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">love me anyway, for nothing but kindness they see.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">I am the world, and the world is me,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">as we speed through our galaxy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">A spinning orb, we circle round a sun so hot<br \/>\nw<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">e shade our crown, and mingle in the beauty here.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">I am the universe, and the universe is we,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">together with me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">I am never lost, nor am I found,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">for the land goes round, and round, and round.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The birds, they sit and watch me as I think, and deer wander near as I, in solitude, visit their yards. 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