Cosmic reality.

A big clump of rock spinning spinning spinning

the equation of life un-fathomable un-imaginable un certain

a big clump of rock that weighs six sextillion tons - (a  unit followed by 21 ciphers)

In the void of space it lingers on

beneath its surface bodies are put to rest

they say rest in peace but peace is a luxury many perish without knowing 

they have never known peace

the tune of peace is a rhythm found within 

afraid to look inside of ourselves

or maybe

a choice to not look at all

some say the earth is flat

some say the earth is round

either ways, it will be here after you and me are long gone, resting in peace maybe. 

I haven't went up there to check but I know the earth's shape isn't perfect

there's a residue of imperfection in everything

there's also beauty in imperfection, beauty in the struggle as well

human beings are made weak in the flesh

there's a wobble in the earth

there's a wobble in us humans

The struggle of creation to bring itself out of darkness must have been quite painful, in fact, there are no "must have beens" and "maybes"! It was indeed a painful experience

witness the pain a mother feels while giving birth

that pain bears witness to the pain of self-creation

In the midst of that pain

she longs for ease, a moment of comfort

the new born makes a cry and as soon as the mother holds the baby, the pain dissipates

after suffering comes ease.