To a poet
the Universe is poetry:
it does not have a fixed form,
it is not always understood
but it is always beautiful.

To a child
the Universe is a cat:
it has a mind of its own,
it can be moody and skittish at times,
it may be soft or scratchy
depending on how you play with it.

To an engineer
the Universe is motion:
it spins and swirls,
it comes and goes,
it may exhilarate you or make you sick.

To a romantic
the Universe is a feeling:
there is no love without hate,
there is no kindness without cruelty,
there is no attachment without loneliness.

To me
the Universe is a taste of rose on your lips,
it is the taste of chocolate on my tongue,
it is the warmth of your smile,
it is the smell of your hair.

The Universe is a place
where everything is made out of nothing,
where continuum is infinitely divisible yet somehow finite,
where time is unknowable.

The Universe is like you and me:
unfathomable,
unpredictable,
untamed.

The Universe is a triumph of will over matter
on a cosmic scale
where we are but specks
of the Divine.