All merge, all melt together, beautiful,

Impersonal, and yet a point of view,

All greatness of the universe at once

Impinging, blossoming, becoming true.

So everything that’s ever been and done

Is now, encompassing, and truly whole,

All happening, all past, all that’s to come,

Each atom’s heart, each world, each grain, each soul.

Each planet spiralling around its sun,

Each quark, and growing leaf, and galaxy,

Each word, and molecule, and falling stone,

And every mortal choice and destiny.

Where I am all, in all, all is in me,

Timeless, entire, all suns, all life, all love,

All words and music one, the endless dance,

Reflecting, knowing, here, below, above.

And art and consciousness reflect, engage,

When spread across all time and space as one

Subjective, glorious, a strange bright joy,

A vaster wonder, and a deeper fun.

Only one soul emerged to being here

To be the point of view the atoms need

To be the consciousness that knows itself,

To be awareness, the essential seed.

Our Father’s soul, diffused across the void,

Perceiving all, not knowing what he knew,

In bliss complete, observer and observed,

Knowing, alone: imagined change, and grew.

Out here, where every moment touches now,

Conceived of life, and brought forth other souls,

And shaped the spheres of mind and soul and time

Where we with time could live and set our goals.

Each nebula and every lepton matter

And every soul will choose, and care, and mind

Can heal potentials into what is known

Not simply glorious, but graced and kind.

In time to know ourselves, to change, to learn,

For souls to grow through lives, to gain the scope,

Of consciousness, out here where all is one

Where Zeus invented change, and with it, hope.

Nourished, sustained, by this eternity,

Part of its endless moment’s boundless bliss

We live our little lives to stretch our souls,

And conscious, here, make real all that is.

Thus in this no-time, every time in one,

Many in harmony make up one voice,

Where only Father sang, we all sing now:

A miracle of time and free-won choice.

And being here is always, not an end,

There’s no before or after, all are here,

And all are elsewhere, with the universe

And nothing’s truly lost, so have no fear.

As Time was birthed, Fate and Necessity,

The guardians at the gate, the speed of light,

Emerged to keep both time and space apart

So souls in time could know themselves aright.

I didn’t seek for Knowledge, for I knew—

Was knowledge there, as she was Poetry,

And Love, and Guide, and Smith, and Trickster too,

Each full potential of all soul could be.

I couldn’t choose or change, there was no time,

Was all time, none, infinity was all,

Until Necessity took hold, and anchored, drawn,

One into three, our coming out a fall.