Ouroboros

The eternal game.
You are the universe seeking Itself,
Learning about Itself,
Folding in on Itself,
Checking in on Itself,
Losing Itself,
Finding Itself,
Forgetting about the game only to play too hard.
I see a tree, rooted in itself, stretching into Itself.
I see people walking, thinking, doing.
Do they know that they walk amongst Themself?
Do they know that their thoughts are predetermined?
Do they know that their actions emanate both to and from Themself?
This world is a mind, for without a mind, it does not exist.
What exists outside the mind?
Only that which is reflected in it.
There is nothing but the mirror, dancing under the will of time.

How

The only who is you.
The only what is everything.
The only when is now.
The only where is here.
The only why is why not?
And that is the only how.