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The Dance (Free verse) by Quarton
Time's beginning, born of singularity,
hurtling outward and transformed;
the whole dispersed
in passing surrender to its parts.
Infinite density transmuted
into the illusion of separateness
where all possibilities occur,
duality becoming reality once more.
Newly created life, born of stars
in death's throes;
exploding supernovas with fertile
cosmic energy sowing the womb
of future being
as evolution gradually unfolds
in ever increasing complexity.
Energy disperses outward in expansion,
creating time and space in its wake,
chance assuring strange phenomena
will occur; solitary reality
merely delusion as cosmic events ensue
and new universes suddenly appear.
Wildly spinning particles become
energy's dervish, nebulous points
merging one into another,
again united in brief reunion,
only to vanish anew, disappearance
in harmony with the eternal cosmic dance;
Brahma and Vishnu--creation and destruction,
all things but reflections of the one,
all encompassing organic whole.
From emptiness, more particles appear,
merging into unbroken unity,
outside form and percept--beyond notion,
past even space and time while
energy patterns cavort playfully;
both wave and particle,
together forming quantum's enigma.
All is transformed as consciousness
merges and becomes one with self,
an infinite convergence where dualism
and time cease to exist;
our intuited separation but a mundane,
temporal notion obscuring the cosmic web,
external world woven into internal
and united, self-awareness engendered--
the universe embodied and aware.
Untold ancient cycles play out their
celestial roles of birth and death--
emptiness and form--reality and fantasy
as endless patterns pervade.
Our conceptual emotions ineffable,
residing in abstraction's realm;
a state of being joined with the internal,
an unsolvable, theoretical puzzle;
beyond form and word-- beyond concept
and the illusion of division--
to the center where truth resides.
In concert, the spider weaves her web,
as clusters of form appear,
born of dancing particles frolicking
in and out of existence.
The perceived cosmic dancers but illusion
in fantasy's world as finite reality
obscures shared unity; unaware there is
only the dance--without form and timeless.
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