Blossoming of Spirit

As evolution progresses The mind also progresses Creating theory of strings About which mind sings The collapse of time is at the base The cosmic strings transverse the space But as evolution races, in separate place Spirit is essence of that base It is bound by no law It is the fire of the soul It has no flaw It has universe under its control That what strings are to world New power is to the soul It is wonder to behold As it continues to grow beyond control As ultimate consciousness it becomes Depth of its wisdom is profound This is when spirit blossoms Like a most beautiful flower found