THE ONE.
Were a cosmic One, a whole, and shall be all again,
Cycles are births, lives and deaths, dancing around the one.
Here betwixt a myriad, of real apparent, of unseen change,
To be One is to be ever born, to be a broken many to die.
Be you, be me, be truth, The One can change never.
Once were starry dust atomic, and now cold hard men.
If the real is here and now, so was it there and then.
Nebulous gases and fumes to selves,egos and dollars.
Universal being to visas,borders and fragmented creeds
Evolution, so terribly wonderful, Monkeys to gods,
Mindless to rational, primitive to humans super.
Proud of mind, material, empty of heart, dead of souls?
Aimless we journeyed, still do, reality being change universal.
On shall we go, to newer realities, frontiers unknown?
A billion light years, other earths, unknown worm holes?
Carrying the seedling precious, of the never changing One.
Eternal, kindling faintly under the burdens unreal,
A licking flame, in us all, singeing now and then, reminding,
You, me, us are the One, lest we forget, the unchanging One Real.
All time, all forms, any space and in an ever changing all.. One are we.

MAX CHELUR.