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