IT WAS A PLOT

It took forty thousand generations

at least, of swanning around

in a phenomenal glob of matter/stuff

with a dormant attachment -

a kind of programming App

by way of a CPU scrap of selenite

 - a piezoelectric fleck divine.

 Taking quantum yonks to emerge,

in collusion with cycles of stars:

shiftings of yugas

and processes of maturation.

The fifty million carat question:

  by Whom - for whom?

Was God bored - lonely?

Desiring to verify experientially

what freewill means?

Or to do with heart or mind?

embryonic heart,

long before the quartz brain evolved

- 520 million years in fossil evidence

hooks into Source Infinite, evoking truth, images and feelings.

It’s the mind that deals in language,

jibber jabber, verbalize, commune -

based on survival and needs:

about being individual, separate;

birthing false deities, ego and ignorance.

To an entropic point -

when our devastations, destructions

come full circle and we find

their are NO thems, no others;

All us, we - Unity Devine.