Consider a world that’s beautiful,
though with every sense in your body,
you know it to be hopelessly corrupt;
Consider a world that’s growing,
though with every vestige of wisdom in your soul,
you know it’s only decaying;
Entropy is natural, the first and last state of existence,
but consider the order of the present,
the sweet serenity of now, for all that is,
And consider now that you are you,
and that the world is the world,
and that the cosmos is the cosmos,
And all things are all things in the present;
consider that each thing exists with every other,
embraced and balanced with the rest.