Here is another poem about the cosmos. This one is from ten years ago:
The Universe was Never about Me
By Charles Kinnaird
Dealing with losses and misfortune
Sometimes brings one to ask,
“Why has this happened top me?”
There may be losses or tragedies
That cause one to lose faith,
To become despondent.
Stepping back
To try to get a wider view,
A more objective view,
I understand that the Universe was never about me.
I have been extremely privileged
To be able to participate in Life.
The world is fascinating,
The presence of life incredible,
And the universe is a wonder beyond comprehension.
It would all be happening without me,
Yet I have been able to see it
to interact with it
to be involved in it.
I am indeed privileged.
I understand that tragedy and loss are a part of it.
Stuff happens.
But the Universe was never about me.
My own losses are painful
but they do not change my faith in what is happening.
It is understandable that we often
see things on a grand scale.
That is because we see
with the eyes of the universe.
In fact, we are the eyes of the universe.
Life evolved on this sacred planet
Until consciousness arose
allowing Life to reflect upon itself
And we became the eyes of the universe.
If I am not mindful and circumspect,
I can easily get confused
about my own self importance in life.
I can easily have mistaken ideas
about my privilege in life.
Unless I realize that
The Universe was never about me.
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