Existence

This world, womb we are cradled , Fetuses in oblivion, illusion bordering, Unknown tomorrow, sealed faculties Yet today’s now was future once unknown. From a mother's womb we came to light’s embrace, Yet entered in a bigger one Awaiting the next form, Each present form shaped in yesterday’s vast space. Are we gestating still, for worlds unseen? Or bound to dream within this womb serene Our forms change to full circle Perhaps emerging to that source The energy triggered the big bang or beyond