Maybe I was a mushroom

Atom tied atom, from molecule to another.
Of miraculous elements of life giving powers.
This vessel, a tessellation of living cells.
From systems to organs to organelles,

The wheel turns over to the same old beat
Who knows wherever our essence had been
Maybe I was a mushroom, you, a flower,
Nourished, once, by the same ancient showers.

We radiate out from a singular being,
Our very own ancestors, in we’d breathe.
A speck from your heart, some epochs away,
Might still be beating in mine today.

We’re all one. Don’t recognize me? How come?
I’m your father, mother, your brother your son.
We’re life. Divided in everything else but breath.
Glorified by decay, and united by death.

~ shane ~