Living in a Haze
Living in a haze
Of routine,
Obliviously,
Mindlessly
Running through
Mundane existence.
Amid the wonders
Of possibility
We settle for the ordinary.
We squander
The moments
And fail
To treasure
What is around us.
Opher 26.12.2018
We live in a huge mystery and magnificent universe where colossal energies are forging new stars and galaxies of trillions of stars collide. Yet we lay the stove and cook the meals as if every day was not amazing.
Time is Limited
They say time is infinite
But it isn’t.
It starts one day,
Forgotten,
But not long ago –
Out of timelessness
Into life,
With no distinct moment
To mark its birth.
It proceeds
Relentlessly,
Metronomically,
Without end –
Until it stops.
Time ends.
Opher 26.12.2018
It is the sound of one hand clapping. It seems to me that the infinite reaches of the universe and time only exist while there is a consciousness to acknowledge it.
I do not remember the moment of my origination. My consciousness came into being. There were no distinct boundaries, no moment when I became aware.
Be warned. When I am gone the universe and time will cease to exist.
Daring to Believe
Rising and falling
On the edge of a breath
Fathoming the impossible;
Daring to believe
That the universe is real –
Which is completely absurd.
Opher – 28.7.2018
Sometimes I find myself in a strange mood. When I start thinking about life, reality and the universe I start to become boggled by the sheer immensity of it and the incomprehensibility of the whole infinite system.
I’d say we were microbes but we are not even microbes on microbes. We are not even specks. Our insignificance is extraordinary. Yet we still grapple with the wonders, invent philosophies and gods, and try to understand.
In the end one has to accept that it is merely absurd. There is no logic or rationale. It is. It exists. It began. It will cease.
We are on a journey to oblivion – sit back, hold on tight and enjoy the ride!
Life 2
Dreams in the eddies of nothing
Swirling like leaves
In the currents of time,
Fashioned by chance,
Dancing as if real,
But eventually melting
Into the ether
From whence
They were fashioned.
For their substance
Was illusory.
Opher 28.7.2018
When I was younger I used to do a lot of wondering and playing with the essence of reality. It intrigued me.
We sit on a minor rock on the edge of a second-rate galaxy, in the midst of trillions of such galaxies that have been around for billions of years and we like to imagine it was all put on for our benefit.
It came from nothing and will return to nothing. In billions of years’ time the lights will all go out.
Our consciousness has evolved to see it, experience it in all its wonder, but consciousness is merely a blip.
When all sentience has died will the universe still exist?
Life
Life is a mystery –
An interim of consciousness
In a boundless ocean of oblivion;
A string of moments
That are opportunities;
A momentary awakening
Into an infinity of wonder;
A window into a universe of awe.
Life is a brief ripple
In the river of time;
A chance meeting
With other minds;
A discovery of self,
A sharing of beauty beyond measure;
A moment’s love
Before the cloistered doors close.
Life is measured in seconds.
All we have to do
Is to fill each one.
Opher 12.1.2016
Life
The universe – perhaps a multitude of universes – exist. If there was no consciousness to perceive it then it would still exist?
Yet there is. There is consciousness – and it exists in many forms. It came into creation and has evolved on this planet. It is called life.
We are alive.
We open our eyes into a universe of light, heat and solidity.
But for a few physical laws and chance occurrences this might not have been the case. This universe could easily have merely consisted of dissipating hydrogen, absolute cold and not a hint of substance. Instead it formed stars, light, heat and complex molecules. It created consciousness.
We can see, feel, breathe and experience.
That is the wonder.
In the big scheme of things a lifetime is the flash of a strobe. We are here and gone.
Yet in a lifetime there are many days and much to do, to feel and experience. It is how we fill our time that is the measure of our worth.
It can be a long, drawn-out affair of trivia, routine and dreariness, or a delight of friendship, love, exploration and creativity.
I believe that consciousness is so rare in this universe that we almost have a duty to give it all we’ve got.
The Last Poem
Before I took my first thought
The universe did not exist.
Then it all clicked on
And has never ceased to desist.
They tell me one day
I will dream my last dreams,
Then the universe will stop
To seem how it seems.
Adrift in a void
That is not even there.
With no thoughts to avoid
Or feelings to share.
Alone.
Without even me.
With nothing to do
And nothing to see.
When time does not exist
And nothing is real
You cannot be
And I cannot
feel.
OPHER 31.12.97
I wrote this on the last day of 1997.
Life is all we have. We have a consciousness that has come out of a miraculous fusion of chemicals. My mind is a mass of dendrites connecting more neurones than a galaxy.
When I die I will cease to be.
But I hope the ripples of my life will reach out to touch everyone and help make the experience of this wondrous universe better for everyone.
We do not die while our memory lingers on in the actions of others. We reach down through the generations with fingers of delight.
My friends and family live in me as I will live in others.