Life recycled

We are explorers.

Never-ending energy that drifts into eternity.

The very dust that we are made of will one day conform into another state of being.

We are seeds in an infinite loop of blossoming,

An unending expansion and contraction of the universe,

One big bang after the other.

We are sailors

Casting away into space dust.

Waves of particles carry our vibrance trough smooth, dark fields of apparent emptiness.

We are tadpoles in an infinite loop of hatching,

the lungs of the universe in an eternal inhale, exhale, that breaths life into itself,

like a puff a warm air that escapes gasping lips on a cold winters night.

We are life renewed.

We are life reimagined.

By: Andrés Garcia