Thank you Universe, Creator, how do I begin to experience your mystery?
Where do my prayers go, how about my thoughts? Where does all of time go? Beneath the fabric of illusion, that separating veil, incubate me like a cocoon in the strongest of threads so frail. All of what I know is paradox, flailing back and forth - to and fro. From light to dark and light again, to void, and then to “full.” All that is empty is truly filled by what is largest and small, in the theory of relativity, it is specific in e=mc square, I don’t understand anti matter, but I care. I am nothing and know nothing - yet, I am the total sum of all I know - in a universe of “yes and no” how can this be so?
Where do my prayers go, how about my thoughts? Where does all of time go? Beneath the fabric of illusion, that separating veil, incubate me like a cocoon in the strongest of threads so frail. All of what I know is paradox, flailing back and forth - to and fro. From light to dark and light again, to void, and then to “full.” All that is empty is truly filled by what is largest and small, in the theory of relativity, it is specific in e=mc square, I don’t understand anti matter, but I care. I am nothing and know nothing - yet, I am the total sum of all I know - in a universe of “yes and no” how can this be so?
Susan Lowery copyright 6/2006
