Life Itself IS Poetry!
Poets are just puppets for the muses
Parrots whom inspiration confuses
Their admirers? Mute and deaf.
A surface bubbles but from its depth!
Oh blind watchmaker - grand architect
Both male and female without defect:
Your voice resounds through either Astro or Astral realms
Those attuned feel that divine tremor, which overwhelms
Your body the very Being of us but minor cells
As well as cosmic conflagrations in galactic swells
Any writer falters; every prophet fails
To describe your aspects within countless tales
From out of Multiverse comes an infinity of verses
Atoms forming organisms that this planet nurses
Yet sophistic thinking fosters oversight
Despite beautiful dancing — umbrae obscure light
Though if perception's doors were cleansed
Eternity would we witness thence
Beyond space, outside of time
Note these stanzas always rhyme . . .
Image: Maha-Vishnu dreams in the causal ocean (Multiverse), as he exhales each pore breathes out a universe and when he inhales they are all annihilated.