I look at the sunset and do not see beauty;
it is simply the way it is intended to be

what I see
is a glimpse of the unfathomable;
a look into the infinite

I never have wanted to believe that
we are god’s greatest creation;
the patience of a tree, alone,
is beyond our capability

I know what is
and what could still be

I do believe our intelligence
has not even been realized,
let alone developed enough,
to understand the realm of intelligence of
the creator of all

I see how great we are within a world so small,
but we are only a rumor
in a universe that is seemingly endless

af

(written in small notebook)