Poetry – Incomprehensible – How Amazing!

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Incomprehensible – How Amazing!

Incomprehensible unlikelihood,

Unbelievable immensity,

Improbable developments,

In the midst of nothing,

Out of nowhere,

Going all ways

At once.

How Amazing!

Contemplating, calibrating,

Understanding, thinking,

Investigating;

With a pink jelly

Infused with electricity

Creating reality

Out of nothing;

Beyond understanding.

How Amazing!

Opher – 3.5.2020

I keep going back to the big questions. Where do we come from? How big is infinity? How is something created out of nothing? How do our brains enable us to think? What is reality?

Some contemplate these things and turn to religion for answers.

I do not.

I think religion has no answers.

Perhaps the answers are too weird?

Science only tells a partial picture.

All I can say when I look out at the cosmos, at the creation of life, the evolution of life or our own minds, is WOW!! How Amazing!

That might be enough.

Poetry – Time and Sky

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Time and Sky

Time and sky

But sadly not love

Maybe not even atoms.

Not light but heat.

Space and quarks

But not dreams.

Some things are forever.

Opher – 20.4.2020

Does infinity exist?

If so – what things are infinite? I like to think that my dreams are infinite.

Poetry – Spirituality Reigns

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Spirituality Reigns

Trees and rocks and rainbows

Within the spiritual arc.

Seas and skies, cosmic glows,

Along with leaves, flowers and bark.

The insects, fish and birds

A tapestry of wonder.

Divine sun, moon and stars

To split the mind asunder.

The beauty of this life

In all its great mysteries.

The mind and consciousness,

Universe of histories.

Five senses to reveal

A majesty in seconds

So time enough to try

As infinity beckons.

Opher – 15.12.2019

We open our eyes into this universe for a brief period in infinity. We close them and we are gone. It ceases to exist.

In the midst of this amazing spiritual adventure, through the might of the cosmos and the spectacle of life, we are fortunate enough to have senses to experience it and a mind to appreciate it.

Infinity is a long time.

Our life is a blink, a brief flicker.

To make the most of those fleeting moments, to understand, to rejoice and to wonder – that is all we can do.

Every second is a mystical joy.

Poetry – Life is a losing game

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Life is a losing game

Life is a losing game.

No matter how great the joy

It always ends in pain.

But I wouldn’t swap it for anything.

With a look towards infinity.

It’s got to be better than nothing.

So when we’re all gone

Remember it was all worthwhile –

We didn’t get it wrong.

For though life is a losing game

To live, share and laugh

Makes it worth all the pain.

Opher – 25.10.2019

No matter how well you live your life it always ends in death, tears and loss.

But while we are alive we need to live it to the full. That makes it all worthwhile!

Death where is thy sting?

Poetry – Nothing is weirder

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Nothing is weirder

Nothing is weirder than reality.

                It spawns religions,

                                Gives birth to fanaticism

                                                Sparks philosophies,

Yet is elusive,

                Unrealised,

                                Undiscovered;

Stranger than imagination;

It just is.

Opher – 7.12.2021

I can never get over how wonderfully strange the universe is; how incredible life is.

Our minds cannot fathom infinity.

Our lives are too puny to understand eternity or even our own consciousness.

It’s all a wonder.

Poetry – I Opened a Door

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I Opened a Door

I opened a door

                And let the universe in.

I opened a mind

                And made dreams real.

I think

                And it exists.

I live

                In a storm of electricity.

Opher – 7.12.2021

The whole of our awareness of the universe is nothing more than the firings of neurones. Our senses feed back in electricity. Our brains create electric nets. None of it is real.

Connect us up to the right impulse and we could see, feel, taste, touch and smell anything, anything at all.

Perhaps that is where we are right now – in the laboratory of a mad scientist.

Reality is a dream

Maybe we create it?

Poetry – Time is Limited

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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.

Poetry – Within our Dreams

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Within our Dreams

Within our dreams

We explore the realms

Of possibility.

It is no different

To the reality

Of open eyes.

Within our dreams

The infinite horizons

Are different

And there are more.

That is all.

I believe they are just as real.

Opher – 29.11.2018

Who is to say what is real and what is a dream?

The reality around us is only understood with the same chemistry as our dreams. It is not real.

It is an impression built up by our senses; a consciousness created mysteriously out of chemical reaction, electricity and trillions of neural pathways.

All we know of the universe is in our heads.

It is no more real than dreams. Who is to say what exists and what does not?

Poetry – Endless

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Endless

The air is endless.

The grass is endless.

Water is endless.

There are endless numbers of fish.

There are endless numbers of insects.

There are endless numbers of animals.

Trees are endless.

Humans are endless.

The planet is endless.

But no.

Only the sky is endless.

Opher 28.10.2018

We treat everything as if it is endless. Unfortunately it isn’t. We are in grave danger of finding out that everything is really finite.

Our greed is probably endless though!

Poetry – It doesn’t. It isn’t.

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It doesn’t. It isn’t.

The moon moves through the clouds.

Except it doesn’t.

It’s a million miles away in space.

The sun travels across the sky.

Except it doesn’t.

It a nuclear explosion in a very distant place.

The ground is solid as a rock.

Except it isn’t.

Every atom is busy jiggling in the ground.

We will all live on for ever.

Except we won’t.

The universe will go when we’re not around.

Nothing

Is what it seems.

Opher – 17.4.2021

We seem to live in a world of permanence. Yet everything is an illusion.

The solid world is not real.

Permanence is not real.

We are not real.

There is strange chemistry at work.

My thoughts are electrical.