Possibilities

I surrender to never ending questions. Not knowing if the life hereafter will have all the answers. Almost hoping that it won't.
The story will unravel at its own pace and not a moment sooner. In Space and in time, which for me are not dimensions but equally vivid entities, the black unclear dreams of the becoming universe.
Somnolence is immobilized wisdom, potential to be set in motion.
Symbolized for me amongst humankind by the lotus eater, and amongst the seemingly insensate cosmos it is the Milky Way, visible flower of an evolving universe in flight.

The never ending journey is the story, the beginnings spiralling curl into the end, creation eating annihilation, serpent eternal eating its tail.
We are observer and observed. Each watching ourselves evolve.
Life is serendipity, a beautiful and brave experiment, where lab rats may redefine mazes and refine the subtleties of the chase.
Reporting from Mother Earth, our hearts recreate again, and again. Amazing grace and infinite possibilities born of love and peace.
Those who are, are prayers, birthing those yet to be.