Musings
Amidst the aeonian void of space
Never floated a speck, so full
of grace.
Forged from cinders, fused by
fire
Damned to an end upon a cosmic
pyre.
Spawned by gods, or birthed by the
Laws—
Inexorably headed to End’s
gaping maws.
Born to lead, rule, for the
good, or to die
Our world had never mattered beyond
the sky.
Fleeting, flickering, and frail
is life
Futile is every onerous strife.
The winds of Change blow
eternally
Yonder or here awaits destiny.
Ineluctable, unflagging, Change reigns suzerain:
All of Existence for it to feign.
Unalterable be the future,
Or be it what we make;
It's not for one to brood
The steering is one's to take.
Imprisoned in one’s mind,
Shackled to a wall of infrangible
brick,
The portal to Reality lets in
a view;
Here instincts command; scruples speak.
There’s nothing pricier than
time or hope;
No fate is sealed till given in
to;
Every bit of sentience is the centre of its universe,
And stellar matter is no
different from you.
In every dust grain, or fallen
leaf
Every abhorrence or beauty to
see
Every storm cloud, every
asteroid—
The cosmos thrives, as in you
and me.
