Space Universe Cosmos from Pixabay

No End To Beginning

Greg Prince
2 min readApr 2, 2019


And it was and is and will be.

Erupting, spinning, spreading, thinning-

MY is wholly separate, MY is a burst unsame, My is floating out-

Crying in a lonely sea, multitudinous presence crowding around and near me.
I search.
The fields are filled, a zillion zillion seeds are planted.
You are there, we all are here.
Beyond our thoughts…



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.