The Torus
This is a poem, or lyrics, about the cyclical nature of the multiverse, including creation, preservation, and destruction, the repeating, cosmic pattern. I call it The Torus, but others have called it The Cosmic Donut. I guess it depends on how hungry you are.
By Bryce M. Liwosz 05-14-2013
All things
The past and the present combined, they yield
A congruence of energies revealed in the eyes of us all
A view so divine
Reawakening a time when all were one
And in a moment split
Divided, ripped
Torn apart only to be one again, congealed
Connected through the vast field
Akasha awakened and once more laid to rest
Beneath the Earth until the last breath
The last breath to begin the first
The moment of our inevitable rebirth
Pulled from the hearth to open our eyes
To the skies and see what we have forgotten
Intentionally let go to begin the cycle
To start the new flow
A new whole from the parts
Greater than the sum of its pieces
Extending its arm, it reaches
Through experience, it learns and it teaches
It grows and explodes and nobody knows
The bounds it will touch, until one day
One day beyond time itself
When it seems experience stands on the edge of a shelf
The end of the world unfurled and laid before us
Then suddenly
In a rush
A moment so unique it cannot be touched
It begins again
All things
The past and the present combined
All things
Connected by music and rhyme
All things
Individual and original
Yet all things were once and will once be again
Strangers, enemies, neighbors, and friends
Connected by something that ultimately extends
Beyond the conceptions of beginnings and ends
