CreationA Poem by MasonSansara and NirvanaI 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. © 2010 MasonAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on December 9, 2010 Last Updated on December 13, 2010 AuthorMasonOmaha, NEAboutMy name is Mason. I love the bizarre. I love to write. I think language is universal, and if we could write poetry to be understood by the other creatures of this Earth, we would be one step closer to.. more..Writing
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