Benevolent iris, present, a point in the universe where we exist.
Cells,
dust,
seeds,
germs,
a cloud of life in perpetual motion.
A flight of flowers, a grain of sand, stars, droplets of water iridescent with light.
A multitude made of singularities, which, united, form a broader, more fluid shape.
A multitude of flowers for a fragrant song
A multitude of grains of sand for a soft beach beneath our feet
A multitude of stars for an illuminated sky
A multitude of living beings for a vibrant earth.
United towards, the unity
