Poetry – Times

Times

One second nothing.

One second everything.

Nine billion years something.

One billion years more – everything.

Time is material.

Time starts with seconds.

Time ends in billions of years.

Time is all we have.

Five minutes is all it takes

To create a new perspective.

Nine months to reach fruition.

Eighty years to experience it.

Time passes slowly.

Time passes quickly.

Time is relative.

Time was once not there.

One day time will again, not exist.

Opher – 23.11.2020

The universe started in a flash. Everything, including time, burst into existence from nothing.

13.8 billion years and we are here living in it.

It took over nine billion years for the Earth to be formed. A tiny planet in the atmosphere of an average star.

It took a billion years for life to emerge. Just once.

Three and a half billion years later that one amazing event has evolved into a vast interconnecting web of marvels spreading right across the planet.

An amazing precarious wonder. Even the tiniest microbe a thing of astounding mind-boggling awe.

We are just one of those wonders. Each of us with our awareness, a view of the universe, an intelligence, aware and pondering. Each of us created in an event lasting minutes, developing for one gestation, and born into this universe.

One day we will all be gone, enveloped in the substance of our expanding star, our sun. One day all life will end. One day the universe will run down and die and time itself will cease.

Time gives rise to substance.

Poetry – A Message

A Message

I have just received a message

From a star

Two million light years away.

It said

Shine.

I took it personally.

I thought

It was a sign.

Opher – 8.11.2020

It is no good hiding ourselves away. We only get so many chances. One life is all we have.

The worst that can happen is we fail.

I’m getting good at that.

I have plenty of practice.

Poetry – Everything is the first.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Poetry – I’m a Star!!

I’m a Star!!

I live inside a star

Within its light and heat;

The universe at my heels

The earth beneath my feet.

My body made of atoms,

My mind electricity.

I breathe its very fire,

And drink its energy.

I glow, I shine,

I radiate the truth

Of a universe

For which there

Is no proof.

I am a quantum being

Surfing reality.

If Shrodinger’s cat escapes

What will become of me?

Opher – 4.11.2020

It is amazing to think that we live within the atmosphere of a star and are utterly dependent on its output.

We think we understand the reality of our universe but recently quantum physics has turned that on its head.

It’s all unreal.

Poetry – Mother and Father

Mother and Father

Mother Earth and father Sun

Givers of life.

Through electric storms

And UV light,

You transformed

Gas and clay

Into awareness.

Your heat, your light,

Your radiation;

Your rock, your silt

Your impregnation;

All leading to the fairest

Creation

Of them all;

A glory to the cosmos,

A joy to the universe.

A pair of eyes to see the mystery.

A brain to remember and question.

A mind to understand the history.

Opher – 1.11.2020

We are the greatest wonders of the universe. We see and think. We are able to perceive the majesty. We are able to absorb it and ponder on its incredible nature.

We take it for granted yet every aspect is wondrous.

We live on a planet with just the right amount of light, heat and radiation, with water, minerals and electricity. The sun and planet gave us life.

Poetry – Consciousness of Splendour

I am always amazed by the beauty of nature and the fact that we can perceive it.

Consciousness of Splendour

Blues and greens

And yellow sheens.

Reds and blues

And violet beams.

Streaming through the sky

Illuminating the eye,

Setting the brain on fire

With the majesty

Of a universe

Whose mysteries inspire.

Crimson, mauve and magenta.

The imagination

Of the world’s placenta,

Germinating

A fusion of thoughts

That stimulate

A creative agenda.

Cerise, vermillion and chartreuse,

The full spectrum

Of all the colours we can use

In the consciousness

Of splendour.

Opher – 1.11.2020

Our eyes, our brain, accessing the wonders of nature all around us – a universe full of colour, full of nuance.

All those colours, the full spectrum of nature, flooding into our minds.

The wonder out there is inside us.

We all glow with possibility, revelling in the consciousness of splendour.

Poetry – It’s All We’ve Got

It’s All We’ve Got

It’s all we’ve got! One wondrous planet!

It’s all we’ve got! One short life!

It’s all we’ve got!

We can pretend! There’s something more.

We can pretend! In afterlives.

We can pretend!

We should care! Wonder at it.

We should care! Appreciate it.

We should care!

It’s all we’ve got! One wondrous planet!

It’s all we’ve got! One short life!

It’s all we’ve got!

Opher – 22.10.2020

I often wonder if this superstitious belief in heaven, paradise, an afterlife, isn’t the most evil thing. Our inability to handle death. It consumes us.

This belief that this is a mere interlude before we enter a life in eternity. It holds us back.

There is no life after this.

We came from nothing. We go back to nothing and the universe ceases to exist.

Perhaps if we were able to accept that there is only this, nothing more, then we would value it more, look after it better and appreciate the wonder all around.

What a wondrous place to wake up in. This is heaven – for a short while. Let’s not make it hell.

Poetry – The Magic Strand

The Magic Strand

A rollercoaster ride down the magic strand,

Through aeons,

Traversing a billion forms

All from the same,

Spiralling through time.

Replicating,

                Mutating,

                                Innovating.

Making carbon think.

Careering through genetic codes,

Through eras,

Creating myriad varieties,

The forms of life.

Reproducing,

                Generating,

                                Propagating,

Another living link.

Opher – 18.10.2020

There is magic going on in front of our very eyes. It’s called life.

It began through some amazing set of chance three billion years ago. Randomly. Just once.

We are surrounded by it and take it all for granted.

We are part of something stupendous.

It is time we realised what a wonder it is.

Poetry – We Are Of It

We are of it.

All part of it,

                In it,

                                Of it.

Not apart.

It lives in us.

We are all one.

                Not superior,

                                No order,

Not apart.

All part of the same,

                The whole,

                                The oneness.

Equal.

All fired by

                The same,

                                Chemistry.

Metaphysically.

Not apart.

Connected.       

Oneness.

Sacred.

Opher – 19.10.2020

All life on this planet started from the same magical beginning. Only once. We are all related. That protein/DNA construct we call life began and has propagated itself into a myriad of self-replicating forms. It has learnt to swim, to walk, to crawl and talk, to fly and wonder. It is aware. It is conscious. It can think.

It is not just us that is important, not just us that is aware. All of life shares these attributes.

Life is aware.

We are part of something spectacular and sacred, not apart from it.