beetle on my nightstand poem by steven james humphreys
Spiritual poetry

beetle on my nightstand

We can say

we exist.

we can say

to ourselves

that

‘I am’.

this self we believe

we are, where does it

live?

believe me, I have looked

far and wide…

I can only say I see the room before me

where I think I am.

and, then a colorful beetle

landed on my nightstand and looked up

to me and said…

‘I am, too’!

and, I replied…

‘Of course, you are, my

beautiful harmless buzzing friend’.

 

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