Thought Bouquet

Do I exist in the electrons of my atoms? their probabilistic waveform; replete with duality defining my troughs and crests, highs and lows Is uncertainty my only reality, a Heisenberg's prose! Do I exist in the double strands of my DNA? with bases paired up along helical structures replicating and repairing ideas as I go along Was I made solely to continue the humanity's song! Do I exist in the intangible realities? of conscience and emotions; wit and melancholy impossible to decipher, a bundle of complexities Am I here only to think and feel and other niceties! Am I a sum of the parts or a whole that exceeds? Am I a product of the past or that what surrounds me? What drives me: a spiritual need or desires carnal? Who are we: souls, ideas, machines or mere animals?

A story of intertwined twigs and bent branches leaves of myriad hues, dried yellow, fresh green hanging on in the wind, the sun and the rains with birds, nest and sunlight seeping through A story of complexities and imperfections of differences, variations and diversity of grit and guts in the face of tumult of home, comfort and of life itself, peeking through.