Is this universe, all the creation,

only a thought, just a thought,
an idea that existed in time before time..

one that fit itself well within a living seed..
just as perfectly as it lives to make the limitless unknown

how does it manage to be both at the same time?
so small that it becomes difficult to sight it..
and so limitless that none can see it in full view..

only a happy, content heart can see it becoming
in its own becoming..like a flower carrying seeds
that give birth to new flowers,
in the never ending journey of life..

which is the flower and which one is the seed?
is all so clear for each to know and BE
thus flowers have been blooming naturally for million years and more,
without needing to remember to know or BE

then is happiness a pre-condition of life?
are we born to be happy?
to be fully blissful & content,
exploring in the journey
woven around time??

This universe is a great living mystery..
like as if a journey never begins when one puts the first step towards life..
its not what one thinks, or what one doesn't think it to be..
its not what's agreeable and what's disagreeable to a mind..
its not what one allows..and/or disallows..

summoning water from its breasts,
a well quenches the thirst of life..
what does a well do when it runs dry?
when the monsoon is far, far away,
does life waits for such a well?


is the answer in consciousness having it naturally,
like the way trees have fruits on it..
or in its awakening...

every becoming, written poem or a song has its destined end..
a one way road that knows no other end..
one that cant be changed any one bit..

for its just not the words but its a purpose that fuels every poem,
a purpose that makes itself known..
even before the poem conceived in poets heart..
for whats comes to life is born with the wisdom

& light to be the form that its known as..


then there are poems...
that wish to come to be known..in the same bliss,
wisdom, beauty, & love
as any divinely creation..

a flowering seed of a happy heart..
that knows no bounds or limits..
wholesomely fulfilled in its existence..