The Will is the Cause to every Effect,
The Wheel turns Cogs: they become
a Fact, and the Life you experience
Is the One that you select.
We are all tangled, bound unto a Knot,
Maybe birth’s a Choice, or it could be
Not. Perhaps I don’t remember, or
maybe then I Do, recall that I am
Here, just so I’d meet You.
Time is an illusion, I heard a wise Man tell,
But I found that Alarming, kind of like
a Bell. Memory’s an Echo, resounding
from the Core, an Act we play together
Now and forevermore.
My name is Always changing, None will ever Last,
A state of Mind arranging, Affection from the Past
and as We turn the Future, We let our mirror
Shine our picture on the pavement,
as the Planets dance aligned.
The Heart of all Creation, unfolds the Cosmos still,
We shall return to dust, and thus turn into Will,
and So the Cycle ends, Beginning fresh and
New: and so our sandy Castle,
becomes the Ocean blue.