Before the big bang there was
only unity, the unspeakable origin
then uncertain light
created confusion in movement
life has always been
a dream divided
reproduction, independence
and the blood that unites us still
water, trees, fuel
the heat of our skin
we can remember
the forgotten syllables of
origins, even if we didn’t exist
the code is in our soul
to see the world with
spiritual eyes, calm as
unreachable centuries, billions
of years here or there
traveling in galaxies
as far as objectivity can travel
matter and energy interlaced
hands, female and male
in my heart I am never lost
though in my head I have yet
to find the reason for all this
touching the world with my eyes
I am foreigner and
I am familiar, but not truly known.
Wuji Seshat 
Beautifully expressed… 🙂
Glad you liked it Nakul
As you know, I’m following you and so enjoy your poetry. I really like the flow and development of this theme, the repeated references and inferences about beginnings, encoding, and your relationship to these and your reflection.
Thanks Sarah, I enjoy trying to write sometimes about the fate of humanity.
Lovely
A powerful poem!
Thanks Dream, I hope you had a good weekend 🙂
I sure did! I hope the same for you!