Transitions

Some days I feel so small.
I feel invisible:
     Infinitesimal.
I don’t make a difference at all.

Some days I look around.
I see what others have done:
     Creation.
Where is my creation to be found?

But I take another look.
I see with fresh eyes:
     Gratitude.
It reads like a good book.

And I begin to feel.
I feel myself again:
     Infinite.
I am the universe, full of zeal.

I am the universe

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