Life doesn't determine randomly everything that happens to us <br />There is a sanctuary, far past the outer spaces we can barely detect <br />Past the galaxies and the far flung quasars <br />There's a long hallway where the sounds fade away <br />To a dull roar, and the universal computers blink and hum <br />Older than the waves of time always rolling by overhead <br />A dim peace reins there, as the worldly cogs stop and then go again <br />Where there is no grief, horror or outrage <br />Everything has been assigned it's place and moment <br />In the track of time all things happening as they should <br />Never early, never late, but just at the right moment <br />No earthly timescale could ever accomplish this level of cooperation <br />Between the very fabric of time and space, and the matter <br />Arising from the perfect balance of nothingness and all that is <br />Beauty and ugliness, merely a matter of degree once you see <br />The vast ballet of particles and rotations, and the gestation <br />Of the many universes, all bubbling up from the same seed <br />Whirling themselves in and out of being, <br />At the zero point of potency.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zero-point/
