We could be at an end or beginning: A poem 

You may figure out if the universe 

is alone; and beyond it, nothingness 

But you may reckon that there could be  

tiny specks of photons in a vacuum 

intelligent enough to turn energy into form and life 

In Jainism, it is believed that 

we can all ultimately become Gods, 

after seemingly endless cycles of reincarnating, 

responsible for our own creation 

Is creation the ultimate act, not justice? 

I have the propensity not to discriminate, 

but for the one(s) who want to take it all away from me 

if I discriminate and not forgive him (them) 

So, is my time on earth such a paradise or prison? 

The watermark is climbing higher 

The noises are growing louder 

And we may be destined to abide by the law of selfishness 

Could I change the world in one stroke? 

But I am patient with the disparate 

Because there is a tyranny of evil that attempts to 

defeat those who wish to sequester it in the place it belongs 

I am neither fish nor moon 

 But will there be an end soon? 

Or will we still think we are middled at noon?