Womb of creation

When the infinite manifests in the World of time, space, as a norm
It acquires some tools such as ego, mind, intellect and a visible form
At that time a sudden veil drops down over creation causing illusion
And that is the basis of reality as experienced by sense's confusion

Each of these tools are needed by the manifested to achieve goals
These were prescribed by destiny as a part of creation's furore
Life goes unerringly towards final objective known to the Spirit
But our confusion draws it away into side tracks of great deficit

But always a conduit is left open to the greater infinity of source
This never closes behind us inspite of creation's immense force
A great maelstorm of turbulent emotions shall buffet the pure
But the greatest waves shall not vanquish the spirit for sure

There is a quiet place in the universe where form meets spirit
It is a place of creative peace where silence echoes without limit
This womb of creation is in the vast reaches of our own mind
And reaching it daily we need to transcend limits to seek infinite