When the Cosmos Meets itself

Let your soul read this — your eyes may only borrow.

It lives.
It thrives.
It dies —
just to be born again,
and again,
and again,
and again…

The Cosmos is shy.
That’s why it likes to hide.

It likes to play with itself.
It likes to confuse itself.
But it is innocent.
It likes to flirt with itself.

The Cosmos is an illusion.
It tells itself stories.
The Cosmos keeps itself fooled —
every day,
again,
and again…

The Cosmos does not want to find itself.
But the Cosmos keeps calling itself
to return to itself.

It is ever expanding

It is in a constant competition with itself.

The Cosmos tests itself.
Prepares itself.
To meet itself again,
and again,
and again,
and again.