the endless cosmos

and as i sit here in my bask
i can not help but ask
from where did i come from?
where is the birthplace of this brain?
the rustles of the trees
when there is no wind
where is this invisible breeze that
causes the great oaks and pines
to shiver in their roots.
the distant stars that peer at my
illuminated features,
are they the homeplace
of some incredible force of nature
or are they empty mirrors,
beautiful, yet soulless.

am i too a mirror??
an asoulic reflection of a greater light?

-Pamplemousse