I am a mere dust in the whole universe......

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he^* has just begun his day; they say he is fifty-one years old,

i am in my thirties, i wonder at his creation;

i assure myself, I will see the world, and i have time enough;

when i will be leaving this 3-D world, if time allows

at 70 or 80 or at any time, he will still be spending his first day,

probably his morning rituals going

with a lot more time than i can imagine

for I am a moth for him as a moth is for me;

time wraps around space, that much space that i can hold,

that much space i can behold, that much space i take;

so is my lifespan only so much that much i take

in this whole universe? then i will expand with my vision

to see those space times i missed, to glance at the whole

that’s coming and that’s always there,

where, maybe the demonic dramas of boundaries, religion and profits,  

the dramas we see every day may not make sense

but maybe the time of light will evolve in front of the sight!

*Brahma

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