Reflections on Existence and the Cosmos

In the vast emptiness, echoes linger.

Particularly in the void.

Yet, they're smothered by the cacophony,

The visuals, the scents, the flavors.

To see the something in nothing,

You must embrace the void.

Listen.

Feel.

Breaths, drawn long and deep, sustain us.

But they are more profound than mere survival.

Breathing connects us to the cosmos,

Cycling ancient atoms within us.

Sense the unity, the wholeness.

You embody the cosmos,

Immeasurably expansive, ancient beyond knowing,

Peppered with endless emptiness.

Yet, amidst the vast void, myriad somethings sparkle.

Countless.

Endless.

My existence, fleeting,

Yet, it contributes to the universe’s splendor.

Death is not an adversary.

Breathing out isn't cessation