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I AM THE UNIVERSE

For me, I'm not distinct from mine or you,
From birds, brutes, plants, and inerts;
Mountains and seas, the sun, the sky, the yond:
I find in me each thing and me in all...

For me, I'm a hireling, and a lord,
I'm a victor, and too, a victim, and loser;
I'm an icon, then an emoticon--
Desirable, yet then elliptical...

Agnostics or theocrats, loyals or outlaws...
All are same, one, indiscriminable;
Comrades or rivals, the blood, the non-blood...
All do reside, be strange or indefinable, in me.

I'm a fact--existent and concrete;
I'm then unseen, subtle and indefinite;
I'm based, and through the brittle independent,
Transient, indivisibly one.

In life is death, in death is life.
The two are one--inseparable and dependent.
Nothing enters or exists in-between,
For there's no end or beginning,
No gaps or crumbs...

I'll sleep eternally--when I'll sleep, at last--
Like dinosaurs since time immemorial,
Or Einstein, Gandhi, and others epochal--
I know nobody, and nobody knows me !

I will be where I was--after a while.
Exist did I in nothingness 
And will exist in nothingness--
All a vacuum, up the infinity
And down it a naught...

For me, I illuminate then blown out.
I form, I dissolve, I am formless in all forms.
I'm absolute; I'm the fiction and too, the fact;
I'm the Creation, I'm the Crunch, and
I'm the Devil, I'm the God.

The man, the earth, the universe;
The hated, the beloved, the self, the selfless...
All a formed illusion, or formless absolution.....

                                                        -- N P Samal

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