Title from Chances Are by Sheryl Crow, Poem by Sydney Lynn Lok

a pulsing, a breathing, a sounding

that dances an infinity

that has no spatial definitions

no confining dimensions

never an I AM

always a WE ARE

never a pretending to be

nothing but ego

realizing darkness always

illuminates light

we are all of us walking

in the same direction

until light burns off the fog

of shadow

we are this Cosmos

DANCING

on the tip of a pin