Walking the street your feet touch the pavement, near.
You walk through the air, near.
Breathe it, within, nearer.
It enters your blood, nearer yet.
Oxygen, broken down, used, closer yet.
The energy within the cells, even closer;
yet far away compared to the nearness of All,
within which one walks,
And like the cup is made of the clay, so too the form, matter - of all substance and movement and interaction of forms.
But within that the spirit, breath expansive, layer within layer, as the cell makes up the organ, the clothes upon the back, so too, within as the light condensed makes up the heart, the cells, atoms, and their structure fed by the light through the center. Breath of Being through that True Heart, breath of life in every morsel, thought so coarse within the knowing being of experience.