Becoming

No Thing Is

All is Becoming

Thus this perpetual and

Mind numbing humming

Of all things becoming and

Journeying on

‘Til to nothingness fade

And are nothing are gone

As the dawn becomes day

And it fades into night

In this perpetual cycle

Vast aeons make flight

Though the light of the candle

Grows dim and dies out

Energy e’er lacks the power to flout

The Law that demands that

It ne’er be destroyed

Though of warmth and of light

We may indeed feel bereft

The ashes of flames

Pile up and are left

For a later employment

To be toyed with by some other forces.

In a void there is no choice but to Become

All things now or later

Once again Become One