Playful Beyondness
by Odin Roark

For some,
The goal feels afar,
Beyond the teachings,
Exceeding expectancy.

Yet for a flower that turns its petals,
Enjoying life from the sun’s caress,
Such seems the norm,
The way evolution intended.

The horse,
The dog,
The cat with enigma’s stare,
They too know instinctively,
Life’s consciousness is a given.

Still further distant,
Accepting Higgs boson as but a chapter,
Sapient sand drifts about as it may,
Swirl as it will,
Remain inert as it is often want.
For its purpose is to provoke.

How sportive the hourglass of existence remains,
Allowing matter, mass and movement phenomena
To force-play yesterday’s familiar,
To make room for tomorrow’s unknown.

Consider Nature is both persistent and patient,
As we gaze upon the universe searching further,
The empirical proof of the “God Particle,”
Unaware if another related field,
Another particle holding the consummate reveal
May be merely waiting for our imagination
To overcome our satisfaction?

And could it be…

This man, beast, and nature conceit
Is only a consciousness dreading to be upstaged
By tomorrow’s galactic dust?

Or perhaps another part of infinity’s existence waiting its turn
To mix and become part of the cosmic hourglass,
Knowing creation’s perpetual turning
Will continue as Nature’s eternal dance of time,
Its forever playful beyondness?