In the vast expanse of space, a fluid flows unseen,
A gravitational tide, that warps and weaves like a dream.
Within this boundless sea, infinite bubbles rise and fall,
Each a universe unto itself, with secrets to enthrall.

Inside these cosmic spheres, a dance of life unfolds,
From primordial ooze to conscious beings, young and old.
Resources abound, a treasure trove of matter and might,
Shaping the course of evolution, through day and endless night.

Yet, a challenge beckons, to transcend the bubble's bounds,
To ride the gravitational waves, and reach the next world's grounds.
A feat akin to rowing a boat, where the vessel's shape is key,
To harness the energy that flows, like a river wild and free.

The boat, a metaphor for the self, must be crafted with care,
To navigate the cosmic currents, and avoid the void's cold snare.
The oars, an extension of the soul, dip into the gravitational tide,
As the rower's heartbeat synchronizes, with the universe's rhythmic stride.

Thus, the journey begins, through the fluid expanse of space,
Where the rower, the boat, and the energy merge, in a cosmic, symbiotic dance.
The bubbles, like lotus flowers, bloom and wither, as the traveler passes through,
Leaving behind a trail of stardust, as the gravitational waves echo forever true.