“It is not how the world is that is mystical, but that it is”*

Wet leaves swim in the breeze;
everything is as it is, yet
nothing is ever how it seems:

As green falls to greet deep substance,
far above the breathing trees,
birds oscillate through waves unseen;

insects teem, mammals dream
& Gaia abounds with
collective recollections echoing

through space & time.

Ceaseless interaction,
constant inconstancy & change;  
the finitude that births infinity;

all that is beyond me, just as
there is an outer limit to all things,
beyond which others limits persist:
the world consists of what
does & does not exist.

* Ludwig Wittgenstein

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