The Cosmic Dance

Mar 18

Rich green veins
throb with potential life.
Taut and tense,
until they burst into
red flames of passion.

A passion that, in time,
cools,
yellows with age.
Oozing into the yellow expanse
of ten thousand things.

All is lost.
But is it? It all returns
in the next turn of the wheel
the green, the red, the yellow
forevermore.

The wheel turns. Ad infinitum.
Held within a textured cosmos,
where structure and chaos
are madly in love. Dancing
the eternal cosmic dance.

Sushmita Mukherjee

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