Our Mystery EvermoreA Poem by Gypsy DreamerWondering about the beginning like I always do. Putting out one of many theories that I have just to ponder on...
Intellectual Organisms...
how did we become? Trapped spirits in moving flesh... Thy will be done. Why thy willed? This I wonder... Whats the purpose of this hell? Why the beginning of it all? Why the purpose of this veil? In the beginning... In the beginning... can't wrap this around my mind. How was the beginning a beginning? What if it's a simple find? What if the "nothing" was really "something"... and the "something" was not aware. Then the "something" sparked from "nothing"... with a bang and a flare. Then once aware, it had nowhere... to go, to understand... so out of chance, it begin to dance across water... no land. Water came, from what I ask? I wonder to myself. It formed itself, evolved itself... and saw within itself? Or was it fire? A burning ball? A powerful thriving force... A bang of energy forming true to kick start life... this source? Maybe air but not alone... with material from what place? Suppose to be null and void... means nothing in this space. Null is nothing... void is too... what happened from the start? My mind is spinning out of control... blood rushes through this heart. So I go back to water... a spiritual given grace. A big percentage of water we are... all the elements need in place. Back to square one, I sigh despaired. Theories I have ga-lore. The wonder of the world we know... our mystery evermore. © 2011 Gypsy DreamerAuthor's Note
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