Patterns Poem by Andrei Tris

fire and water air and earth, light and darkness,
strangely similar patterns repeat themselves in the universe and in me.
It's a pattern.
Like millions of years,
in which our human bodies are born and die in an endless process of births and deaths. How many unborn and existing lives these bodies harbor,
how many every feeling, thought, expression, sensory perception,
we choose to keep,
we choose to put away
no less miraculous than those within us,
but nonetheless we move on.
Each of our acts, each of our intentions...