Exist
Like billions of ripples,
That cross distant oceans,
There's a universal conscious,
That sets us in motion...
Through our present form,
We're allowed to perceive,
Until life transforms,
Into what we believe...
Just maybe the reason,
That space still expands,
Is because we imagine,
Which thus so commands...
The birth of a star,
Or some form of life,
Creating more ripples,
Increasing in size...
If God is the soul,
Existing in me,
Then I make the universe,
And all that I see...
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