Contemplate Thy Navel

We contemplate the origin,
Of time and space and every thing,
Our minds contorting pointlessly,
To comprehend infinity,

We look so far beyond the mark,
For "finity", an end, a start,
Whereas in actuality,
Eternal cyclic paths do bring,
All things to come an go.

And so creation should be seen,
As organizing once again,
Reforging that which ever was,
To make afresh some time and space.

As energy meanders through,
The changing states with which imbued,
Material worlds do masquerade,
And live and die in time and space,

Yet never truly still, but in eternal flux,
They sometimes make for Goldilocks,
The worlds where we as living things,
Can thrive and strive for times so short.

Retiring to, when seasons spent,
That purest, formless primal state,
Wherefrom all things doth emanate,

But wait there is a missing link,
Tween that and this complexity,
The link we tend to fail to see,
The creating force of unity.

Spirit, God, intelligence?
Magnificent, preeminent,
In every one and every thing,
Eternal, cosmic, conscious.

I say God, you? as you will,
But every thing so organized,
Sublime in its obeisance,
Doth magnify the majesty,
Of that we call Creator.

Original poetry

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