The root node

This world we live in
Is nothing
But a network of atoms
A mind map of matter

But from which is it born?
From what mind is it torn?
As I write these words
Wrestled from the void

Who wrestled with what void to make us?
And the stars?
And the universe?

I believe
That all is a mind map
And its core

Is what you see in the tree
And the flight of the dove
The root node of all that is

Is love