Our vast labyrinth of minds, a hundred billion neurons converge in a harmonious confluence,
An intricate symphony crafting glyphs that traverse the cosmos,
Each ephemeral second a mere whisper in the grand chronicle of humanity and the universe—
A singular moment suspended within the limitless inmingles of existence,
Where the big bang unfurls not as a genesis, but as an all-encompassing phenomenon.
Time, that elusive enigma, eludes my grasp,
Its constancy wavering in the expanse of the cosmos.
Contemplate:
A minute for lunar rays to caress our terrestrial sphere,
Eight minutes for the sun's effulgence to grace our skin.
Yet time, omnipresent, seems intricately entwined with the fabric of space,
Perhaps akin to the myriad cells that compose our cerebral cosmos.
The craters of the moon dwell in a disparate temporal realm,
As do astronauts adrift in the celestial void,
Even those inhabiting the diametrical ends of our orb.
This, a curious echo of temporal transcendence.
What is eternal?
An interchange of concepts,
Each a tendril in the tree of mutable existence.
Amidst this cosmic tumult,
The quintessence of universal elements endures,
Though their permanence is shrouded in inquiry,
Veiled by the skepticism of human perception and our finite viewpoint.
What remains irrefutable is our very existence.
Are we the embodiment of everything?
In this transient odyssey,
Life may appear devoid of significance
Until we surrender to corporeal delights,
Or dissolve into alternate realms of narrative and reverie.
Do these realities offer solace?
In such moments, I grapple with my despair,
Nourishing it with the very essence that constrains me.
I forge shackles from the weight of longing,
Bound by the meaninglessness that envelops.
Ambitions, mere constructs of human artifice,
Detached from the myriad realities that unfold,
Yet ensnaring us in unfulfilled yearnings.
We articulate our aspirations,
Yet upon their attainment, we encounter only void,
Layering desires like tails upon a capricious beast—
Unlocking one fetter, only to fabricate another anew.
What remains is the act of existence,
An extraordinary ordinariness.
To linger in the present,
A platitude wrapped in profound veracity—
Enfold life in all its myriad offerings.
This encircle may elucidate the essence of our being,
Revealing who we are within the boundless expanse.
Even as we navigate the obscurity,
We acknowledge its presence,
For we know, in essence,
It is dark, is it not?
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Interrelation and Other Works
Poetry"Interrelation and Other Works" is a profound anthology that invites readers into a world where the human spirit and soul are laid bare. This collection of 70 poems and 13 stories, and more, explores the intricate dance between philosophical wonder...
