A Playful Beyondness


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 and dust drifting 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 for,
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 innate conceit
Is only a consciousness-defense dreading to be upstaged
By tomorrow’s galactic reveal?

Or perhaps patience is simply 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 a playful beyondness.