An idea firing from
a synapse of the universe,
like light reaching your eye
thinking, what shall I be?
The mind creates the cogs of time
within an atom, a solar system, a galaxy,
so the universe can make sense,
order out of chaos,
a neuron of dark matter is born
and when a star dies
another idea sends more light,
like a neurotransmitter.
A memory is formed
moving forward through spacetime,
like a river flowing,
an ‘x’ marks a point on the journey
but where is this memory?
Retracing its steps,
it cannot locate the same place
for like the water,
it never steps in the same river twice,
this flow racing towards a distant shore,
the other side of the universe,
another synapse of the eternal mind,
receiving the mute message
as a thought,
an idea of existence,
another way to live,
another way to be,
mirrored within each new cell
of the next expression of life.
These ideas pass
like shooting stars,
fleeting for a moment
but the moment is an eternity,
a treasury contained in a distant sun,
recycling the expired elements
within its death an experience lingers
which enables it once more to be
a fresh experience,
a new form.
Then, within the flower, I bloom,
a seed falls, life prevails.
I look up and see,
A new sun looking like me.