Creation

Sansara and Nirvana

I could not think

 

I could not feel

 

I could not hear nor see the desolate blackness

Of which I called my home.

 

I only knew that I did exist

And that I must exist forever

 

So that one day my kin could rise

And claim victory in the battle of birth and life

 

So I evolved.

 

My body grew from one form,

To an infinite number of forms

Rebuilding themselves again and again

 

They collided in violent displays,

And I rejoiced, I wanted more

 

So I made gravity.

 

Now this matter could attract to itself

And collide again, to be reborn

In more violent displays.

 

But soon this matter evolved as well.

 

It began to form together

And breathe the air that surrounded it

And drink the liquid in which it swam

 

This matter, this Life, was grateful to me,

For it was my kin

 

It showed me its gratitude

And evolved.

 

It gave me its eyes with which I could see

And I rejoiced in the colors.

 

I showed my appreciation for my kin

And breathed with vibration

 

And Life rejoiced... Danced

For it could now hear the music of sound.

 

So we lived and died many times over

For many millions of years

 

Until Life began to discover its mortality

And once more, it evolved.

 

It discovered that I caused death

 

And as we moved together in thought

The grief bled through to my soul

 

For Life had punished me with sadness.

 

I was angry for this

Life could not see we were one in birth and death

 

So I pondered

 

I realized the truth

That Life cannot live without its bounty

 

So I gave Life the knowledge to take

And made giving a deed that is learned

 

And so I punished Life with greed.

 

My torment was futile

I still felt bitter, as Life still felt grief.

 

So I sulked

 

And life sulked

 

We dwelled together in darkness and hate

And cried to space itself to save us

 

But then Life made colors from itself

And spread them across the walls of mountains

 

For Life had given itself art,

It had given me speech

 

And we rejoiced again.

Author's Note

art - stevenyoung.co.uk

Reviews

[Green]

Simple thoughts are often the most complex in repercussions.

[*]

An interesting poem of an evolutionary process. Must have taken a lot of thought. You did a great job with descriptions and overall story. Impressive.

[Isha Ethera]

Perfect pictures, prefect creations. amazement. .. truly... reading this I was swimming through endless currents of amazement and wonder.

[Nimbus Thread]

The universal idea that we are all parts of the universe, evolving, re- birthing and giving life to art is presented in an original write. I truly enjoyed this journey Mason. Kudos!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is just amazing.
I love it!

[.]

this is a exceptional, unique poem, the idea and concept that you write in the place of creator is marvellous! I like the way you have phrased this, simple with depth of meaning..my kind of poem..artful. well written indeed.

[Light]

Very good. i like this parallel construct of creation in existence and death in creation! i love the idea of part of the same unifying one. "kin" of one another! this is very good. i always love story poems!

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[I-smile]

A Breath-taking piece.
The idea fascinated me and enthralled me to read more.
Great job!

[KAREN]

Wonderful work! This poem show life and how it's hard live sometimes!

[An owl on the moon]

There is vastness here, breathed out over the universe, as well as the intimacy of being and existence. Stunning write.