The universe began,
a single point, containing
everything
necessary to become the universe
with planets and stars, our own
earth and us,
expanding outward and cooling as it
grew
to form what we are 13 billion years
later,
evolving as it went, a long process;
or the wave of a hand and in six
days
forming it all, day and night and
the animals
and plants, and man and woman,
mated,
resting, finally, on the seventh day,
creation a tiring business;
but we go to war over all these
origins, one
against all the other theories and
who is responsible,
as if one and one only can be right
and the others,
wrong, a battle of beliefs, like
any war, proving nothing.
But the HOW is far less important
than NOW,
for here we are, regardless of the
plans,
all the planning that got us here,
orderly,
logically, well-reasoned, a purpose
achieved,
a world in balance, dynamic and constantly
changing,
a universe still seeking
perfection; now, how
to move beyond ourselves, to maintain
this order
and balance, seeking still perfection,
seeking still ourselves,
open to the universe and creation’s becoming.
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