Said Life

When fully committed,
immersed in the moment,
one would swear
Life’s a sphere over four pi degrees,
solid-angled,
entangled, but busting with options,
expanding all ways,
filled with choices,
dimensions,
directions for growth.

But said Life,
viewed, instead, from a distance,
seems like only a dot,
a small speck, a subtle crumb,
a mere fleck to be flicked,
tossed off,
cast away,
blown away by a gust,
wasted dust not worth watching.

Yet said Life,
when observed from between,
seen from neither extreme,
presents itself as a circle,
R- and theta- defined,
shaping spaces, differentiating such places
in which one would neither
be crushed
nor brushed away.

Yes, it’s all the same Life,
seen from inside
or out
or on the line,
sphere or circle,
ring or dot,
seed or city,
point or panoply,
the shape of said Life
is all
just a matter of perspective.