Singularity’s Heart

The universe does not
Coalesce into a core
A pointed singularity
But a Heart
Beating, bleeding
Welling and overflowing with
More
The passions and emotions
Cares and ideas
That weave and thread
Articulate our animal existences
To the heights of Form and idea
Are as far from cold
As a summer forest
What lies within
And the deepest point
Under the quarks
And at the macro scale
Has more than brain and bone
Just as we do
When flowing, unthinking
Most gifted to see our excellence as such
For existence without love of self and life
Is as dead a lie as irradiated atmosphere.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.