All Along the Sunrise and the Bigness of it All

I recall the bigness of things in the
dust... wiping it from our feet, again. a ritual. 353,000,000 grains per sole,
I've passed through the centuries in a day.
I wipe it all away,

while pondering the bigness of things in the
dark... in robes of white the creatures with legs so high reaching for the blackness of space glide in procession towards the hazy temple glow, tall as the faith I look up to in us, and our giftedness. 
we awaken softly before sleep,

dreaming of the bigness of things before
light... in every angle of this fantastical place, made by us in the real world. we, such big little bodies along the horizon face a neon pink globe calling us into yet another day of brilliance and utter exhaustion. the weight of heat makes us fight for what we need, mystery.
lungs and hearts and skin burning for what - for what do they burn? - 
let it go,
arms up...
it's already gone,

releasing the bigness of things they are all a
blur... somehow I know that when I smash my body through the air like it's mine for the feeling, that we dance with a depth that takes our breath away. we let it go with our sufferings and offerings still floating in the warm shadows of the temple which anchors us -
freed in a community of celebration that 
knows its sorrows, that
knows it will someday die,
but not yet. not yet,

burning the bigness of things to remind us that we are
human... and here we are to reach our heights - with our little limbs that make great things - small against the black rock mountains, declaring the the necessity of awe
at the bigness of it all, and
how magnificent we are,
all along the sunrise.