Pink Blancmange
A skull full of pink blancmange
Sizzling with electricity
Gushing with blood
Creating yellow, green, blue and orange
Sight and eccentricity
A universe in flood.
All that is me is a pattern
In a matrix of connections
A flow that’s never still
I’m the conductor with my baton
Organising the inflexions
Into a picture that is real
Awareness, a mysterious product
Of chemical soup
In circuits and flow
Out of which intelligence is plucked
An ever-flowing loop
Enabling me to know.
Opher – 7.5.2023
Trying to capture the wonders of consciousness, awareness and life in words is impossible.
My words come back to mock me. All invented out of the electric soup of billions of years of evolution.
We are all walking mysteries to amaze ourselves. Our thoughts feeble yet extraordinary.
Be extraordinary and wonder with joy and awe. Invent my simplistic gods to explain these astounding phenomena – just smile.