Upon the dust and rock I ride in time
And space to reaches of black void,
Swatches of brilliant color and vibrant hue,
To endless corners and timeless eras.
I hold everything in the palm of my hand
That has ever been and will ever be,
I see the end and the beginning at once
Swirl within an orb of pulsing, liquid life.
I am aware of the stark finite and the endless
Chasms of life upon the hurtling spheres,
Both with and without form I see the truths
Of those whose hearts and minds travel with mine.
Onto the pinpoints of burning light I cast my eyes
And see the storm of chaos and the calm of nothing,
The mystery of existence, the confusion of mere being
And the cascade of endless, soulful dreams.