Within my fragile body lives
The smithy of my soul,
Which ranges far and wide
In rhyme and verse
Throughout the universe,
Integral part of the common
Consciousness of the race,
My mind does all the heavens,
Stars and worlds embrace,
I am but part of the big
Cosmos cell of all creation,
Each man, each mind, each cell
Exists in correlation,
Within the infinite circle
Of time and space we move,
Each man in that big disk
Just one little groove,
Combined, we make the
Glorious music of the spheres,
This universal song of life
Which every being hears,
And in the same circle the record
Turns round and round,
Through all eternity we listen
To its haunting sound,
And all things in the curve
Of time and space
Repeat themselves, always
Returning to the same old place,
All in the universe moves
To the same rhythm and tune
In unison with the earth,
The stars, the sun, the moon,
Today our atoms may form
A man of flesh and bone,
Eons from now they maybe
Part of stardust or of stone,
But as eternal time makes
The circle of events complete,
All which exists or has ever been
Will then again repeat...
Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz
