There’s an explanation for all of history;
the place that all matter calls home;
a clarification of all life’s mystery;
life is a consciousness palindrome.
Our thoughts can carry us anywhere;
for distance doesn’t really exist;
mere thinking will transport us there;
to wherever each thought persists.
There is a perception of going to and fro;
of stopping; and then moving around;
but where, indeed, can any thought go;
and what transforms thoughts into sound?
Beginnings and endings are all the same;
like birth to death, they’re a blend;
almost representing a macabre game;
for neither birth nor death are the end.
Experiencing life, we must understand;
there’s an illusion that life did begin;
to fulfill requirements that lives demand;
life must seem to be given an end.
For what is eternity but a magical place;
one that engenders no future or past;
encompasses everything; yet has no space;
and still, somehow manages to last.
But there is no ending to life, as we know;
it simply reverses to where it began;
makes its return voyage to where it must go;
so it can begin all over again.