wondering how
silkworm magic
works!
how life emerges
in permutations
unbelievably
quizzical!
yes, the tiniest
sign of life
as it originated
billions of years back
after big bang
or not, how
it pervades as
a cosmic vibe,
isn’t it a
a consciousness
deferred as
perennial?
leave aside
controversies
on man made
suppositions
religious, philosophical
political
isn’t man a
a part of that
vital spark
that outlives all,
even the
devastation that
the advanced
AI threatens?
everything
posited by
consciousness
innate, deliberate,
man made
or machine made?
of what use,
the outcries to
jump over another,
crush and kill
fret beyond
a limit?
the cosmic rhythm
pulsates
call it God
or the primeval
existential gyre
that whirls and curls
embedded
in itself…
vain are the efforts
to validate stances,
sheer verbal exercise!
Be in to the moment
here and now,
just touch the
soil,
Mother Earth
smell it!
you are there
in it
Your being
dissipated
as particles
of star dust!
