Each human being born is like a spark
Spontaneously igniting in the dark,
Or breath of spirit curiously blown
From cosmic caves deep in the vast unknown.
Whence comes this miracle of conscious being
Adept at tasting, smelling, hearing, seeing,
Then feeling and intuiting besides,
And gathering all that intellect provides?
Yet more than that, how came we to reflect
In memory on what we’ve learned, connect
Thought unto thought and build elaborate schemes
To comprehend our visions and our dreams?
Then when each blazing spark returns to dark,
Will it recycle through another arc?