how does a universe fit inside a human being?

There is a voice inside me
with the patience of the sea
twenty six flowers rest on one branch
by day's end
each has blossomed into a thousand trees
worlds of forests, deserts
valleys and undiscovered peaks
By moon rise
their petals sway into the spiraling arms of a galaxy
and the vast empty infinite of the cosmos
is kissed with the cloying fragrance of evening primrose
moonflowers, nightshade, gladiolus, geraniums
and drunk, the great starry void inhales
and breathes out all the colors of the dawn
The Beloved arrives
the Beloved is here
the Beloved was always here
(and never)
There is nothing but the Beloved here
There is nothing but the Beloved
I thought I existed
I and the world
I and so many other I's
I and the sun and earth and ocean and sky
I and Nature and the cosmos and you
and you and you and you and you
But I have never truly existed
How can something have existence
when it is here one moment and gone the next?

How does a universe fit inside a human being?
It curls into the body in the fetal position
like a prayer
or a question
whose answer requires an eternity of now

the great starry void of the cosmos is within
the vast stretches of infinity
the endless desert of space
star nurseries, galaxy clusters
and all the empty space between
is here, right here
Heat death and the expansion of the universe
the beginning, and the final trails of light
the big bang, the apocalypse and the end of our sun
all the moments of the cosmos and the earth
from the birth of light and time
to the end of eternity and the shores of pre-darkness
how can so much time fit into so small a body?
It curls into it in the fetal position
Like a prayer
or a spark from a fire leaping skyward
trailing light in the shape of a question
whose answer requires an eternity of now

To the flowers that have not yet bloomed;

turn your face toward the sun
let the shadows fall behind you
and soak up as much blood, water and tears
as your roots and veins can hold