Eternity

This vault of time, this ancient hum.
A crevice in the sky.
A floating mass of energy,
moves through me, then on by.

Within this mass of dust, floats time,
and golden symbols form.
They drift along invisible rails,
their purpose to perform.

The sheer scale of this vision
cuts me right down to size.
I wonder what the point has been
of all my countless lives.

This is beyond imagination,
so it’s hard to make some sense.
of the reason I’ve been brought here.
My curiousity’s intense. .

As I understand the cycle
that is written in the dust.
Any personal progression
is a testament to trust.

Trust in the endless, timeless state
from which our world began.
Trust in the unique contribution
made by the soul in man.