Another Self

there is intelligence in the air, in the nothingness what the eyes see can be deceiving and what the eyes dont, full of everything there is no town, no water, in the mirage except another tale nature wishes to titilate us with and the moon is not luminous, it survives on borrowed light another nature's hide and seek played with us between the sun and the very earth we live in what more? the earth under our feet is not flat except another side of nature to get us to see things away from what they appear to be there is an intelligence in every thing that we see the cell that slowly grows into two, three, four and a human being, the flower that slowly tilts its petals till it is a full blown beauty swinging in the winds there is a whole universe in the air one would one day see and shout like the day when we saw from afar the real face of the earth only this time it will be 'How could my real self be hanging in the trees! '