Strings

Particles of me,
project beyond me,
and ride on photons of light
into the farthest reaches of the cosmic fabric.

Particles of me
bounce against a star,
get sucked into a black hole
and re-emerge
in a new universe:
a universe
with new laws,
and new constants,

Particles of me
manifest
into a new awareness,
a new consciousness,
and a new symphony.
The ego dissipates.

In the newfound freedom
of the virginal wilds,
the particles
surf gleefully
on the roaring waves.