The Earth MovesThe earth moves,
And my love has risen above.
She is home and free.
One day I’ll meet her again.
Above she will greet me.
We will know each other,
And our souls will embrace,
Surrounded by God’s heavenly beauty.
Tranquility and turbulence interchange throughout the universe.
This is the true harmony,
Ebb and flow,
Storm and calm,
Togetherness and solitude,
Gain and loss,
Birth and death.
Existence encompasses it all,
And we are witness to but a small part of it.
My love has transitioned to the part that I cannot see or feel,
But I have faith that through an invisible force
We will always be connected.
© 2013 by Lani Alexis Shepard
PeripheryA whole is in the center of my heart
I can only feel the periphery of anything,
The center is gone.
The center of everything is adrift.
I cannot find it.
What do I do?
There is no tether.
Just doesn’t do.
It’s not enough.
I told myself I could go forward,
But forward is always sidestepping.
I can’t do this.
There are colors on the sides.
There are sounds of something important,
But I can’t quite make it out.
I go to hug someone,
But the center’s not there.
Opaque is my center.
I need you for clarity.
But you’re not there.
At best my center is now translucent.
It is better,
But it’s not good enough.
I want to see.
I want to hear.
I want to feel, and taste and smell.
I want to know that ethereal thread of humanity.
I want to walk and talk and listen and touch
All of humanity,
Knowing that I am bound by an intimate love.
Bound to that
QuantaWhat am I?
I am so many atoms.
A universe lives within me
That is what I am destined to be.
Does this make sense?
To be an atom indivisible, yet infinitely divisible?
From what I hear now, I’m made up of particles
Leptons and quarks
Some charming, some strange, some up, some down,
Some top and some bottom
That is what we are and always will be,
But there’s a catch.
Quanta always have a catch,
A special trick.
Take a light and watch it flick.
Sometimes a very tiny something
That seems almost nothing
Passes massless into a field of energy.
And now the almost nothing
Can become a powerful something,
Yet decay and lose itself.
It becomes half of something
Not really nothing.
This we may never understand.
Quanta are strange.
The universe still seems unfathomable,
Yet some part of it feels familiar.
We are of this something kingdom
In this forever universe.
But how can a particle have no mass?
Are we simply inept at