Identity Revealed

OBSERVE how Mother Nature weaves,

And yet we realise far too late

How trees must shed their wilting leaves

And we, too, embrace our fate.

The human Subject struggles free

Of meadows green and peacock's train,

But Death brings with it unity

To make us Objects once again.

Now, if the Watcher sees his form

In Gaia's mirror, clear as day,

Two clouds become a single storm,

Distinction starts to fade away.

We are the beast within its lair,

The earth that bears the ebb and flow;

The Absolute is everywhere

And thus the world was ever so.

© Troy Southgate