Life is a mystery –
An interim of consciousness
In a boundless ocean of oblivion;
A string of moments
That are opportunities;
A momentary awakening
Into an infinity of wonder;
A window into a universe of awe.
Life is a brief ripple
In the river of time;
A chance meeting
With other minds;
A discovery of self,
A sharing of beauty beyond measure;
A moment’s love
Before the cloistered doors close.
Life is measured in seconds.
All we have to do
Is to fill each one.
The universe – perhaps a multitude of universes – exist. If there was no consciousness to perceive it then it would still exist?
Yet there is. There is consciousness – and it exists in many forms. It came into creation and has evolved on this planet. It is called life.
We are alive.
We open our eyes into a universe of light, heat and solidity.
But for a few physical laws and chance occurrences this might not have been the case. This universe could easily have merely consisted of dissipating hydrogen, absolute cold and not a hint of substance. Instead it formed stars, light, heat and complex molecules. It created consciousness.
We can see, feel, breathe and experience.
That is the wonder.
In the big scheme of things a lifetime is the flash of a strobe. We are here and gone.
Yet in a lifetime there are many days and much to do, to feel and experience. It is how we fill our time that is the measure of our worth.
It can be a long, drawn-out affair of trivia, routine and dreariness, or a delight of friendship, love, exploration and creativity.
I believe that consciousness is so rare in this universe that we almost have a duty to give it all we’ve got.