The Speck of Ourselves

I am the moment you read this,

existing in thoughts and dreams,

but I am the reality that is today.

You are the texture of the life

that you're meant to live,

the breath that is taken

in every moment of living.

We are the wonders of the universe,

not alone by any means, the stars

showing its mysteries that have yet

to be discovered.

We are the moments of reality.

We are the living of ourselves.

We are the adventurers,

the explorers of that is

unknown to us.

I am the moment of a breath,

the wake of a dawn on the horizon,

the pyramid to the heavens.

You are the constellations

of the universe,

conversing in signs and symbols,

in languages of a familiar tongue,

in languages of a foreign speech.

This is the speck of us--

existing.

This is the speck of us--

searching.

This is the speck of us--

wandering,

wondering,

learning,

to know that it is ourselves

that we have yet to know.