All this beautiful diversity is obviously a disguise
for something smooth, homogenous, and powerful,
in which all different things bleed into one,
where energy and matter become the same
and consciousness permeates even the inanimate:
you may call it god if you wish to do so.

We're given form, but forms we cannot keep.
among all things only change is inevitable
and yet we flow, not from one thing into another,
but into a river, mysterious, ineffable
where vast, once empty spaces teem with life
and nothingness reciprocates the all,
where opposites at last are reconciled
in chaotic order, spewing forth variety.

There is a unity that seeks to be diverse
you may call it god if you wish to do so;
there is diversity seeking to be whole
and in the balance, more than minds can know.