What Then Is Life and Why

Before the Big Bang brought star dust To the interstellar scene It must have been something like An unfathomably immeasurable self-inducing Divinely driven dream machine. Mind forming matter as imagination Up the ladder Rungs of time; Step by step and star by star Unfolding Love sublime. Reaching out, emanating From the center of All meaning; Building blocks of trees and rocks More beautiful than being. Born again Out of ashes When fire filled the air And all we knew was something drew Us to life somewhere. Out of clay or the primordial egg So the ancient stories subscribe Old Adam and Eve and the snake in the tree And history's first truth or dare or lie. What then, is life and why? Could it be the unquenchable thirst for knowledge Hidden or forgotten throughout time? Our inner connections to the Cosmic Creation, that set in motion every ocean And notion left to find? Life is a living, dying, loving, lying Uplifting, lowdown axe to grind. With every minute of every breath We suck in deep to breath All the space, ideas and feelings, Hopes, wants, cares and needs. And the long armed quest for nobleness And the chance to reach deep realms, As Jason and the Argonauts were seeking Secrets in themselves. Down in the waves and dark filled caves Where memories are never devoured; Life is a terribly wonder-filled trip Filled with heroes, Monsters And the beautiful Wild flowers.