Note from the Author: I am in my first of three weeks on rotation for pharmacy school, which means I have little to no downtime. I don’t want to rush a post and publish something not up to my standards. Instead, I will be sharing some of the poetry I wrote in search of these deeper truths. This first one is called “The Song of the Universe.”

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Here begins the story of all things.

Before there was, there simply was not.
But then at once, creation came forth,
Vomited from the vast emptiness.

Swiftly creation ballooned outward.
Its inner parts coalesced in heat
Unimaginably anarchic.

Matter formed at smallest of scales,
And from between the particle bonds
Welled up a force, a conscious being.

Infant in age but a sage in breadth,
The lifeblood of the universe flowed.
Rapidly it branched throughout the void.

Sluggish notions collided, a sea
Of such roiling uniformity
Unfathomable but to itself.

Within this force, aptly named ‘the Mind,’
Everything was that ever could be,
Would be, and even never would be.

As Time drew on, the universe cooled,
And seconds became millennia.
Mammoth structures began to emerge.

Rivers of stars spun around the eddies
That were the galaxies, bright and rife
With the atoms of the beginning.

The Mind, ever-present, sentient,
And sapient orchestrated all,
Fabric on the loom of the cosmos.

The force was pleased with its creation.

But the Mind, imbued with fatal flaw,
Racemic mix of opposite thoughts,
Came to rest on answer elusive.

On one hand buzzed desire to create,
Other inclination, sinister,
Yearned for naught but to delete it all.

The Mind did separate these two thoughts,
But its future it could not predict:
Two personas spawned in enmity.

That of creation was known as caste,
That of deletion was known as wemme,
Both filled with loathing from inception.

They went separate ways, the battle raged,
And the Mind feared for its proudest build
Against the infection that did spread.

That plague would strangle all that could breathe.
Existence would die with a whimper.
There was but one thing the Mind could do.

In one fell swoop, the Mind cordoned off
The lower space to save all the rest,
But the Mind wept for its profound loss.

But there was a loophole in the plot,
A way to save the life underneath,
One that required a new emotion.

As the beings evolved, became complex,
They began to think all on their own,
And love filled the gaps between them all.

Yes, it was love that would save them all.

Only love profound could bridge the gap
Between the physical and spirits.
Humanity could live forever.

However, as they grew and evolved,
That insipid infection claimed them
As its own, or tried to. Their minds stung.

Humans, ever complex and unique,
Fell victim to the doings of wemme.
Within all their own minds, they suffered.

But all the same, they kept pressing on,
A species proud, mostly self-aware,
That could never conquer every flaw.

In vain they tried to conquer nature,
In vain they tried to settle minds,
But that human spirit was restless.

Insatiable and unquenchable,
The soul craves more, more, and ever more,
Until bitter end approaches near.

There is but one simple solution,
So easy they may never believe,
But attainable it is indeed.

All one must do is look on upward.
The sky of blackest, star-studded night
Answers all, nothing to be desired.

The sheer wonder of all creation,
Infinitely diverse, full of awe,
That is what the soul does truly crave.

It is love that binds our creation.