As Above

“As above, so below, as within,

so without, as the universe, so the soul…”


Below these trees I stand and tilt up

my head and follow along a branch that branches

and branches again and again,

or else gaze upwards at the mother lunula moon-

the patterns of the raindrops, in the stars;

and offer up to the macrocosm

what holds me down.

I do know beauty when I see it.

It’s mathematical.

With both feet on the ground below me

I close two of my eyes,

as I reach out to The All

and float away from here:

from out of myself.

I am much too high up now to fall.

Jesse Haydn

Published by Jesse Haydn Poetry

The written word is life. I am the proverbial poet-at-heart.

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