The mentality pulsates so lightly upon the world,

Invisible emanations vibrating with every word.

Surrounding us is an ocean of universal being,

Waves of energy carried by this medium unseen.

So whence comes the individual rhythm of each mind?

Do we harmonize with the music around us keeping time?

Or does our spirit emanate from its own internal clock,

Its own life force and unique rhythm, its own measure and stop?

Are we driven by external pulses or by ourselves?

The individual or the collective, are we just cells?

Do swarming bees or schools of fish determine by selection

The muscle twitch, the fin or wing’s least wiggle for direction?

A flock of birds or herd of antelope move all together.

It’s the straggler, the isolated one that feeds the leopard.

Yet many species hunt alone, the panther and the cougar,

But even then they kill to feed a family, not for pleasure;

And finally then there is still the reality of life;

We’re born unique and die one by one, a solitary strife.

Within our heart beats and our brainwave patterns follow suit,

For each of us within, the individual takes root.

In short we blend individual, community, and world,

The forces to which we adapt, the musical vortex whirls.

No question that we are a force ourselves to be reckoned with,

Each a unique vibration, each a veritable glyph.

But not alone without context do we survive on this Earth.

We blend with our fellow sapiens and Life, to death from birth.

Our life a concert, we play first fiddle, our friends play the strings.

The rest of life the orchestra, the conductor is the king,

The essence, the progenitor, the Path, the Way, the Force;

God, if you will, but faceless, nameless, all-powerful, the Course.