Is the truth of Creation

Bound by laws,

Or is creation a product

Of union and collisions?

Every act of creation

Is a manifestation of reality,

A dimension of truth

A matter, a shape, a form

In the envisioning of the ultimate oneness.

What is the nature of creation?

Is it a continuum of intentions,

Rising like a phoenix,

To the alpha and the omega?

Is it a beginning with an end,

Or an end with infinite beginnings?

It is not yet fathomable.

As man seeks to understand

The order of things,

Life creates disorder.

It shakes things up a bit

For all to settle for a while

Back into place.

And man thinks

He has deciphered

Finally the meaning

Of his own self

Amidst the others.

But he is stumped by chance

Once again by stepping in

To another dimension

In the making, and yet again

Is left pondering over

Another reality in illusions.

We are mirrors of our existence

For no answer is the perfect answer

No truth, the perfect truth.

We are interweaved beings

Interpolating our individual

Versions of truth as it appears.

In doing so, we refine our versions

In inclusivity and exclusivity,

In trial and error,

Searching and discovering,

Learning and sharing

Our paths in crossing and in sensing,

Accepting and acknowledging

The infinity of truth.

Savvy Raj