Sea Turtle, Part VII

VII

What is that? I asked.

Every universe wanes, young one.
It will not happen for many
generations, but it is inevitable.
We call it entropy.

Can we stop it?
No, she said. But do not worry.
We will become another universe,
and begin again.
Death is always Life
and Life is always Death.
It cannot be undone.
It is the one great mystery.

My mother?

Her path is different, child.
She must walk it as you must walk yours.
But remember what you have seen here.
She is but a wavelength away.

Does she hear me when I talk to her?

Of course. But it is not what you think.
The soul speaks in a different language,
the energy of primordial times of the
oldest, oldest, oldest
universe.
No one knows it anymore.
No one can translate it.
No one knows how.

You will not know what she hears,
but you are heard, and
she does respond, although
you will not know what she says.
Trust your heart.
Trust your intuition.

Will I ever see her again?

Yes, but not that you will know.
Your paths will ultimately converge.
All paths will converge when the
universe collapses and begins again.
In that we will all meet again.
But we will not be me, you, her.
We will be us.
We will be one, and then
we will fragment and
begin again.

So I am really her?
She nodded.
And she is you.

You are me, too? A deeper nod,
with warmth and shared ...
grief, no.
Joy? No, it could not be.
Was it? Was this joy?
I tasted it, rolling it around in my mouth
and heart
and soul. It was ... bittersweet.
Yes ... Yes! This was JOY!

And I am you. We are all one.
We are how the universe feels itself.
We are how it studies itself.
We are how it knows itself.
We are how it loves itself.