The Big Bang

I

The Big Bang is not a thing that once happened.
The big is still banging,
Not just reverberating,
But actually in the act of currently creating.

II

If you’re anything like me,
You know how it is to smell pine
In the crisp sunlight
Of morning and feel like a stranger,
You’re banging against the edges of this world,
Trying to find your place.
You’re less interested in the rules of man
Than the mind of the divine.

If you’re anything like me,
You are suffused with a love
That cannot be hidden,
A radiant pulsating rhythm.
You want nothing more than
To lie side by side on the sunset-warmed sand
In a pool of foolish midnight moonlight and
Talk about how the infinite exists within the finite,
About how a soul could be cracked open by such ecstatic math,
How a soul could be cracked open by awe,
A soul could be cracked open.

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Photo Credit: “Big Bang” by Jokin BCN