I

From a flash of light, energy of the ultimate magnitude,
Rose matter and clusters, stars and molecules.
As the effortless engine turns, its creatons so divine,
It animates itself. It thinks, about time.

What am I? Where am I? When am I? What is my purpose?
As I wander through what is, questions I've got a list.
Is my live a test, randomness, or a gift?
Where did I come from, and where is my final rest?

Thoughts become things. Your own cards you do deal.
As Picasso declared, everything you can imagine is real.
Appearances decieve, boundaries are drawn,
All is connected, for which we all long.

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together,
Our vibrations we share, for the worse or the better.
All light on Earth stems from the sun,
I am connected, all is one.

To say I leaves out much of the picture,
How can we be separate, how do you figure?
From one source we all came, and there we will return.
One stays peaceful, and positive, this I've learned.