We live in a world that cannot be fully understood.
A mystery that can’t be solved
With endings not readily predicted
And timelines not bound to our command.
Existence is a mystery
An unknowable thing
In which we are forever immersed.
A ongoing tale
That precedes us and outlives us
As fragile as a delicate flower;
Fleeting in nature
Yet yearning for immortality,
Craving peace
But having an appetite for destruction.
This life is a wild and beautiful thing
An irreproduceable spectacle
That happens only once
Eight billion times over.

*Aiye is a Yoruba word simply meaning life; the physical world and all who live in it.


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