Purusha

Our true nature
Known to the saints
Understood by the sages
Lives deep within all the worlds traditions

The Tao
All that is
The part informs the whole
And the whole informs the part

Everything is connected
Everything breaths
Inspiring
Expiring
Ever thus

The son becomes the father
And the father becomes the son
Seeking
Ever searching

cosmic man the physic imprint
The most basic instinct to exist
Everything serves its part

Waves on the shoreline
The influence of the moon
The touch of the eternal

The mind of god is
Not a man sat on a cloud
Rather a spirt of the world
Which never dies

Just ask Roger  Penrose
Or a Hindu
The universe is cyclic
It flows like a river

The whole of time is but the present moment
Atman equals Brahman
In extent and intrinsic value

You are not just a body
This is a fault hood
Thoughts do not only live in the brain
Action forms the world and
The world is no mere accident

For Emergence does not deny order
The universe is not an artefact
It's a living thing

Life creates life
Thoughts become things
Evolution and devolution
The well spring of the dreams of form

All the sages know this
Only the materialism
Denys it

You are not a zombie
Or a creation of chance
But part of a cosmic mind
A world which never dies

Even the blackest hole is radiant
Evaporates into the mist of creation
Losing track of events of time itself
To be reborn

You are the world
You are connected to it as mother to child
Even death can not tear you a sunder

Purusha