in the beginning, god was sleeping and heaved a sigh
that breathed me into being with the gasp of my first cry:
“i am born as gas!”, and thus began my cosmic journey-
to suffer all form in time, and from all form in time be free.
gas is nothing but space, and without boundaries-
to establish identity, however, this is a quandary:
i fell in love with dull rock and all its many edges;
i hugged myself intensely down through the ages.
at last, my self regard wore away to reveal some light;
i became shiny metal- don’t think this advance was slight!
after millions of years, and i had become pure gold,
i longed to reach for the sun as a puddle of green mold.
this was more than brilliant, you see, because as vegetable,
i could breathe and twitch a bit, and become more colorful.
after aeons as all kinds of plants, i still longed to move;
as a worm inching about, i found, i had lots to prove.
in short, my life as a reptile was rather cold and snaky:
i had no warm regard at all for my victims’ pleas.
but when i became a fish, i learned how to swim,
although the deep, dark depths of ocean got pretty dim.
at last, after i had become an acrobatic dolphin,
i yearned to get my wings, and begin to start flying.
ages and ages flew by as this and that kind of bird:
i got really tired of basically the same aerial mood.
then, i began to grunt and discovered animal bliss,
i soon fell in love with my sharp ferocious kiss.
ages crawled, then clambered, pranced and raced by,
at last i was chimpanzee, gesticulating with my cries.
don’t laugh- i was about to master the syllable:
after many billions of years, i would start to babble!
o happy day when i first found out about human speech-
i could draw upon all i had learned, and begin to teach!
darvish, shut your mouth, you are not quite believable-
please fall at the feet of the dear master- most lovable!