Poetry – Tangled Roots And Temples

Tangled Roots And Temples

Tangled roots and temples

                Intertwined

Organic beauty

                                Juxtaposing elegance.

The majesty of man

                Modified

And dwarfed

                                By the awe of nature.

Great tree trunks

                Magnificent

Reaching for heaven

                                Spires in their wake.

Yet together as one

                Greater

A work of great art

                                Synergy of man and nature

That is real truth

                Celebration

Of wonder and awe

                                Harmony with the universe.

Opher – 8.2.2021

This was a poem inspired by the temples of Angkor Wat. The majestic jungle trees festooning the ancient temple walls with their incredible roots.

For me it was poetry in natural form.

The juxtaposition of the organic natural with the angular manmade structures created a majestic form greater than either.

The temples were constructed to worship a fictional god.

Nature had taken over.

But together they were a real celebration of the wonder of forever.

Poetry – Eyes Open

Eyes Open

Surrounded:

Petal and scale

Iridescent –

Galactic

Majesty

Replete.

Feather

Wing and crystal,

Aromatic scent

Creating

Awe and wonder

We cannot repeat.

In the midst

Of splendour

We exist

With sense

To feel

It all;

With open eyes

And ears

To insist

That life is here

To feel

That pull.

There is wonder in our being;

Greatness in our seeing,

And love enough

To hold it all in

Thrall.

Opher 27.7.2015

Eyes Open

I wanted to write a poem to encapsulate the incredible beauty of the universe and life on this vibrant jewel of a planet.

Evolution has provided us with sense in order to enable us to survive. It has provided us with a brain to process the data. Our senses see all that is around us in order to protect us from predators and enable us to find food and shelter.

An offshoot of this is that we have developed consciousness that allows us to comprehend, create and wonder.

The world around us is full of immense beauty. Life on this planet has evolved into immaculate forms. The natural features of this planet are marvellous to behold.

We should open our senses to the full and bask in it and thank chance for dealing us this hand.

We are possibly the only intelligent life in the whole universe who are able to witness the extent of this wonder. We may be unique. I hope that we are able to not only appreciate but preserve the splendour we are surrounded with; much of it is delicate.

Poetry – Wining to the End

Wining to the End

Last night I sat alone with my bottle of wine

And sipped the tiniest sip of the very last drops.

I swirled the red liquid around the bottom

And saw my reflection in the bottle.

I have loved the most beautiful women

Loved until nothing else mattered;

Wondered at the moon,

Fallen through the stars,

Travelled to the worlds of new ideas,

And seen the best that men can do.

I have tried to make sense of galaxies and cathedrals,

Listened to men whose eyes glinted with passion,

And experienced the greatest lusts.

I have read the most considered words

And wrestled with majestic ideas,

Found causes and ideals I would die for,

And seen the worst of results

From men whose eyes were hard and selfish

Yet glowed with excitement.

I have considered heaven

And imagined hell.

Discovered the greatest minds

And the most depraved,

Drunk myself unconscious,

Opened my mind to wonder,

Art, poems and stories,

Written, daubed and waffled.

I have despaired at both fun

And empty lives,

And sought meaning and fulfillment.

I finally discovered that fulfillment in family, friends and sharing

And the caress of a thousand kind words.

I have travelled and marveled

And taken so many sips and gulps

And now I am at peace savoring these

Last few –

For only in them is the flavour fully distilled.

Opher 24.3.01

Wining to the End

It is good to reach an age when you can look back over a life and feel the wonder. There are many things that you might have done differently but then you would not have been where you are.

Experience gives a person perspective and appreciation.

I have been fortunate to have lived through such times as these, times of peace, freedom and plenty, and to have found so much love and fulfillment.

There are not many periods of history, or places in the world, that have offered such sanctuary, liberty and lack of mind control. England is a gem. It has surely enabled me to blossom.

There are still many mountains I have not climbed and many more I hope to scale. I expect the views to be magnificent.

I hope my grandchildren will experience a world full of challenge and plenty of opportunity, without the fetters that can narrow a young mind.

An imprisoned mind cannot savour the taste of such heady liquor as life brings. A mind needs to be free. Life is a perfectly matured wine, full of body and bursting with flavour, to be sipped and fully appreciated.

Wining to the End

Last night I sat alone with my bottle of wine

And sipped the tiniest sip of the very last drops.

I swirled the red liquid around the bottom

And saw my reflection in the bottle.

I have loved the most beautiful women

Loved until nothing else mattered;

Wondered at the moon,

Fallen through the stars,

Travelled to the worlds of new ideas,

And seen the best that men can do.

I have tried to make sense of galaxies and cathedrals,

Listened to men whose eyes glinted with passion,

And experienced the greatest lusts.

I have read the most considered words

And wrestled with majestic ideas,

Found causes and ideals I would die for,

And seen the worst of results

From men whose eyes were hard and selfish

Yet glowed with excitement.

I have considered heaven

And imagined hell.

Discovered the greatest minds

And the most depraved,

Drunk myself unconscious,

Opened my mind to wonder,

Art, poems and stories,

Written, daubed and waffled.

I have despaired at both fun

And empty lives,

And sought meaning and fulfillment.

I finally discovered that fulfillment in family, friends and sharing

And the caress of a thousand kind words.

I have travelled and marveled

And taken so many sips and gulps

And now I am at peace savoring these

Last few –

For only in them is the flavour fully distilled.

Opher 24.3.01

Poetry – My Own Planck Epoch

My Own Planck Epoch

I live in my own Planck Epoch

Gorging on quarks and on time.

There is up and down

We’re forming the ground

Because all my atoms abound.

My strange has charm

But I mean you no harm

For my top and my bottom are prime.

We’re committing no crime

With weak forces we get along fine.

I shout to the bosuns

To bring us around

For our leptons are all in a spin

If our gluons should fail

The weak forces as well

Our neutrinos will blow us to hell.

We’re heading for an event horizon

For a meeting I’ve got my eyes on.

There’s dark forces at work in the sky

With matter invisible to my eye

It’s enough to make solar wind sigh.

Through alien particles we glide

On an invisible tide

Watching the polyverses born

On this new cosmic morn

Eternity to a new dawn

We’re just going along for a ride.

Opher – 18.6.2015

Reality is a lot stranger than anybody knows. There is a world around us that we barely glimpse. Nothing is as it seems. You cannot rely on intuition. Quantum Physics has blown reality out of the water.

What was there before the Big Bang?

How can subatomic particles exist in two places at once?

How can particles arrive before they started their journey?

The ground is not solid. The solidity is merely the repulsion of forces. The Earth can be compressed to the size of a pin-head.

Dark matter is probably made of completely different subatomic particles that we haven’t encountered yet. We have a whole new universe to explore if we can find a way of getting to it!

How long will our current theories hold water?

Can the tiny human mind unlock the secrets of forever?

Some say the answer lies with God. I say that is replacing an unknown awesome quandary with another.

In our universe the laws are perfect for us to exist. We peer out from a perfect universe. But the theory is that there are an infinite number of universes. Who knows what type of eyes peer out from their perfection? And their perfection would be our hell.

With a billion years or two (and we’ve had 13.7 billion so far) and infinite possibility all things are possible.

We keep taking the small steps – pushing the boundaries back and reaping the knowledge. We know more each day and it is awesome, spectacular and beyond belief. Will we ever understand it? Who cares? It’s a journey.

I love atomic particles. I love the fact that we named our quarks quarks and called them strange and charm, up and down and top and bottom.

I love galaxies. Space is awesome.

Can you imagine a discussion about polyverses and quarks with a fundamentalist?

My advice is to believe nothing, question everything and wonder at it all. The universe is unbelievable – you’d better believe it!

Poetry – Mother

Mother

Greens and Blues

And swirling white,

Ocean depths

Jagged heights,

Washed with heat

Bathed in light.

Spheres, spinning

Spiralling,

Worlds, evolving

Singing.

Within the

Green waters

Grew

Our sons and daughters.

Out and up

That tempting shore

Ancestors

With tooth and claw.

And we are here

To gaze in awe

At stars and space

The things of yore.

On spinning globes

In the greens and blues

We don our costumes

Of many hues,

Stare at that endless sky

And question why.

Opher – 18.11.2020

The story of life – played out all around us on the delicate crust of a tiny rock.

Nurtured by a star, travelling through space, fragile and vulnerable. We are life.

Evolved sufficiently to contemplate our own incredible existence, the wonder of an infinite universe and our own fates.

Egypt – The Temple complex of Karnak – Incredible columns, hieroglyphics and statues

Moving further into the temple complex I was really taken with the massive columns all covered in hieroglyphics. They were enormous and supported great stone lintels.

I could just imagine how impressive this must have been in ancient times – with the ceiling, decorations, embellishments and many more statues. Religion, ceremony and power. Above all – power.

This whole temple was one huge statement (as are our present-day cathedrals and mosques) – it reinforced the importance of the belief system that unites the people.

It also reinforced the power of those who presently ruled. It was as much about them as the gods.

The temple complex has been sacked, pillaged and burnt (one power replacing another). Statues and artefacts were stolen. These are the remains. What must it have been like?

The belief system has gone. The gods are no longer worshipped or considered real. Is there a message here for our present belief systems? We make them and they are replaced. Christianity? Islam? Judaism?

I found all these amazing columns different and interesting – aesthetically as architecture, as works of art.

And we were nowhere near done yet!

Egypt – the Temple of Karnak – Amun’s Temple – photos

Once inside the temple complex I began looking around. There was so much to see and photograph.

The rows od ramshead sphinxs in front of huge columns holding up great lintels.

A great column in the centre and a massive statue of the god.

As I went towards the Temple of Amun I was confronted with a whole row of statues – priests?? Gods?? Pharoahs??

Inside the temple I could see the old decoration. My imagination ran back to when this would have been gaudy with colour and rich costume.

All the walls and columns were carved with hieroglyphics and reliefs of gods, Pharaohs and inscriptions. The ceiling lintels still had some of their decoration.

The columns were enormous – creating avenues of majesty. It was huge.

The walls were intricately carved and decorated. Everywhere you looked there were incredible details to look at.

Petra – back out and away! Fare Thee Well! Photos

I bet you’ve had enough photos of Petra. I found it amazing and would go back again.

Unfortunately, it was the end of the afternoon. We had to come down from the caves and set off for the long walk back. It was hot. We were weary but elated.

This stallholder was surprised when one of the goats came for a visit. He had to shoo it out.

We walked back past the incredible rocks and carvings.

Past the peddlers of tourist tat.

Past the Treasury with the touts looking to snag a last tourist.

Past the weary families.

A last look back before heading down the cleft.

Past the boy with the donkey hoping for a weary traveller.

Down among the amazing rocks

past the occasional monument (devoid of idols)

Avoiding the madly careering horses and traps.

Past the weary people snatching a rest

Past people arriving for the evening sunset

Out of the cleft, past the weary horses

A last look at the Nabatean caves.

And Petra was left behind us – but we took some of its magic with us!

Petra – The Magnificent Treasury Close Up – Photos.

It was quite amazing to be able to study the Treasury close up. It was majestic.

You could clearly see the pock-marks where the Muslim soldiers had used it as target practice. They believe there should be no images of people (based on an instruction in the Koran that there should be no worshipping of images). They deface any images they come across.

The camels and donkeys wait patiently, apprehensively waiting for the time they will be required to transport obese westerners around the site.

Those images that have survived the rifles are eroded with time – sandblasted by the wind.

A place for selfies.

The military guard was selected for his prowess.

Inside the building, it was nowhere near as opulent – rather dark and cramped. But I imagine that back in time, when it was used for important trade meetings, it would have been lavishly decorated, adorned and suitably lit.