cyclic journey

The Big Bang-a whistle- to start a new game-

Creation , then Chaos, Creation, once again–

Civilizations  rise and fall , humans remain;

There are cyclic patterns of joy and pain:

Our lives are lived out on a Mobius strip:

We live out  our lives to the start of our trip!

We grow older, helpless, childish and weak,

Our minds are still eager- new meanings we seek.

Are we the thinking organ of matter–

Every planet and star

Is the answer self-awareness of the Universe

Is that Who we are?

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