A lonely being.
Lost in time.
Will it find its way?
Or will it forever wander
In the brightness come to stay?
Zooming across galaxies,
Tracing back it's path
Will it find what it searches for?
Or instead, be lost in time?
The universe spinning around
This lonely independent entity-
Or is it the egg itself?
Hovering acutely, spinning as if losing control...
And slowly, it cracks open-
Revealing...
Nothingness.
And then...
Mother Earth appears into consciousness.
And this was the creation of the cosmic egg:
A place for humanity to live,
Breathe, and prosper.