The divine has a part in everything
It feels through the trembling of flowers
It sees through grids of insect eyes
As fish it inhales water
And synchronises the swimming schools
All unknowing share the omnimind
That sees through everything
The hears through everything
That smells through every nostril
That holds its memory in the rings of tree stumps
And the shape of crystals
To think it has seen everything I have seen
And heard every sound that spiralled through my eardrums
Is disconcerting
Yet it accepts every part of itself
And considers none the lesser for what it has done
In my clearest moments I touch its memory
Where both the past and future lie buried
Like ancient artefacts waiting to be excavated
