3.8 billion years ago there was a cell. A single cell. The first cell. The first iota of life. It’s name was LUCA. The last unknown common ancestor. And LUCA divided. And LUCA changed. Life grew, changed, transformed, and spread to every crevice, every niche, every medium. It went from asexual replication to sexual reproduction, and diversity exploded. Every variety and possibility evolved and to survived on this watery hunk of rock.
And life in all of it’s forms and all of it’s abilities became inseparable from the Earth itself. Earth was crafting life, and life was crafting Earth.
The engrained mission of every creature was to survive, find a mate, and reproduce. Then, it was to pour resources and ensure that those offspring would grow and do the same.
Then came along some tree dwelling, fruit eating, tool using, tactile mammals that lived together in the trees. They evolved and changed too. Like honey bees or termites, they were highly social and interconnected beings. And they had somewhat larger brains that only grew over the generations.
They began to imagine, to began to reflect, ponder, wonder, connect with each other and the rest of the natural world. They wanted to create, build, explore, adventure, and reach the stars.
There began to emerge the inner universe of the self and the outer universe. Both complex in their own right. Each one of these beings complex and an individual, while simultaneously connected with the others around him. Always seeking connection and completion was the nature of this being.
Prema, love, was the name of this connection. And there were different forms. Love that was driven by evolution to meld together seemingly disparate elements together to create something new, different, and diverse.
It could come about in all kinds of ways. Perhaps, the furrow a brow, the angle of shoulder bones, the tonality of a voice was all that was needed to make it happen. Maybe, it was trial and experience that bourne it out. It could be boldness and skill that brought it about.
Maybe it’s all of that and none of that.
Maybe love walks in when ever it wants to, and stays because it was meant to be there. 13 Billion years ago there was a big bang that created particles, and today I fit no where else but in your arms.
There is no time limit, no space, no form for love to follow. And we wait patiently, biding our time to feel your completeness and fullness.
We shape mountains and drown oceans in blood to be there, where love is.
Yet, the single beat of the heart can dictate the rest of your existence.
Landmines in your chest and tanks crawling up your spine, tell you she’s the one.
Your lungs are nearly the vacuum of space, but her touch makes so want to hold out longer.
Anger and harsh words are spoken because love causes passions to blister. There are no secrets and boundaries in love.
From my first breathe to my last , it’s been your name living inside my lips. It’s not as if destiny is prewritten, but rather learning the start of the story by knowing the ending.
Before I could feel it, your love already lit the void. It was only later, that we knew it was always true.