Multum In Parvo-Much In Little

Crucible Creation. The Universe was darkness, and every part was silent, Man the cubicle of sand, that knew not what it meant To develop, reincarnation as a pre-requisite birth, His loving mother cries out; "Devour the Earth!" Creation ventures out, to incandescent light, Leaving the darkness of eternal night, To search is to find, in this unknown muse, As love submits, for him to use To advantage for a life divine, 'Tis preparation, to heed the future line. He is here, and patience has it's rewarding pay, Mother rejoices, for bad memories forever fade away, For love doth enhance , even the Devil's qualms, And ever lasting hope is brought with ebullient alms, Hope that is , his first voyage, he will find, The supreme height of happiness' flow, Perfect wonder, that only babe shall know, Until the Human death of substance, Ends his nitid life, to break the trance. Swift if the journey of happiness and love, Hastened by reality's hand, and time's harlot glove, The beginning of the dreaded end is near, And reality becomes a distant fear, That draws him, as the light draws the moth, Helpless, unwilling , a sudden hesitation doth, Kill all memories, and now he enters there, No looking back, no one should ever dare, His life is short, but long enough to see, That any man can reach his goal, by pure sympathy.