The ordinary
Is extraordinary
When new
Before the wonder
Has been stolen
By familiarity.
Poetry – Energy
Energy
Energy energy
Flowing freely
Harmoniously.
Gloriously glowing
In unifying
Pulsating beauty.
Connecting
With rays, beams
And currents.
Radiating throughout,
Joining us all
Into one.
Opher 3.8.2018
I think I’ve been having a burst of metaphysics with mystical overtones. I’m over it now.
Marvelling at the universe and the human condition is a pleasure in life. It excites me. Everyone should be elated by it. But please don’t trap it in religion!
Poetry – Miniscule in Reality
Miniscule in Reality
Glowing dawns and standing stones,
Mystic storms, vibrations in the wind
And majestic trees.
Skies that swirl with stars,
Chasms of glowing rock at sunset
And crashing seas.
There’s a wonder at work –
A celestial spectacle of awe.
There’s a mystery in the mind
That’s knocking at our door.
Standing before the horizon
Outlined against infinity
Feeling large against the sky
But miniscule in reality.
Opher – 1.8.2016
Miniscule in Reality
I am always in awe of nature; there’s a wonder at work. Infinity with its swirling galaxies, spinning atoms and amazing mysteries of consciousness is inspiring, is full of majesty, is uplifting.
There is a harmony in a sunset, rainbow and the glow it produces. There is a spirit in the rocks, trees and seas. To sit beside the crashing waves and feel the breeze in ones face connects us to the universe. To feel the sun upon the face and bask in its benevolent warmth is to feel the congruence.
There is a mystical force that is natural, beyond religion, and integral to that dynamo of nature through which we are all one.
Calm and peaceful, without barriers as the vibration of energy
flows through and on, forever.
Poetry – I have been here!
I have been here!
I am here!
What more can I say?
I exist!
I have breathed the air,
Watched the sky in wondrous thrall
As it mutated
Through all its shades
Of extroversion,
Loved
And felt the ecstasy!
My hands have touched
The holy bark,
The soft flesh
And the cold majestic granite
With equal wonder.
My ears have tuned
To the buzz and song
Of nature
And I have sniffed the wind
Of fertility.
My mind has soared and thrilled
To all the wonders
Of life;
The awe of a planet,
The mysteries of
Atoms and galaxies.
I am here!
I have lived!
And I have cherished every moment
With you.
Opher 22.4.2016
I have been here!
So short a visit. Already the terminal is in sight. But what a journey through landscape that is breath-taking. What passengers to share such a journey. Such variety. Such talent.
So fortunate to have the senses to take it in.
And how I’ve taken it in. It is deep within me. I have soaked it up like a sponge.
I want to experience every last taste, every colour, sound and touch. None of it is wasted.
Above all I want to share all these splendours with you. Every moment filled with love – the sauce that cooks the goose to perfection.
What a statement.
We are merely passing through, stopping to inhale.
By the end I will be sated.
Sated and replete, full.
So short a visit – too short by half.
But we have been.
We have left our mark.
Poetry – There is a Mystic
There is a Mystic
There is a mystic
In the sun and sea;
A mystic
In a grain of sand.
There is a mystery
In the rock and tree
And in the grasping
Of a hand.
Opher 22.3.2016
There is a Mystic
I am an antitheist. I believe that there is not only no god but that religion is all about power, is man-made and creates more harm than good.
Having said that I recognise that there is a strange connection at work.
I feel attracted to the beauty of rocks, trees, gorges, sea, lakes and sunsets. I am not alone in experiencing these feelings. Our ancestors worshipped these things before they invented gods. There is a majesty about them.
I can lie on my back and peer up into the night sky and experience awe as I whirl with the stars.
I can peer up at the moon and feel some lightening of my thoughts.
It is no wonder that primitive people, without the knowledge that science has brought, would experience these feelings and imagine the power of moon, sun, rocks and trees as possessing the spirits of gods.
I hope we have put this type of superstition behind us.
But Physics has shown us that there is more strangeness in the quantum world than we ever could have imagined.
I believe there is a lot more for us to discover. We are at the very beginning.
I do not have other words to describe the power that resides in these things. There is a mystic at work.
I cannot find words to express the delight in contacting a human being, or an animal. There is wonder, awe and mystery. There is warmth and communion beyond mere friendship. There is something I will call mystic.
Poetry – Killing Time Before Eternity
Killing Time Before Eternity
We’re all killing time
Before eternity kicks back in.
On a brief holiday
Within this flesh and skin.
We came from nowhere
And we’re heading that way again.
Fortunately, in between,
We evolved eyes and brain.
We see, we feel,
We experience wonders all around
Standing on a spinning planet
With feet upon the ground.
We are incredibly lucky
To be conscious and aware
Of all the majestic wonders
Around us, everywhere.
We’re on a short break
From the void of nothing.
Staying here for a short while
In the realm of something.
It’s a mere speck
In the eye of eternity,
But we should grasp it
Most heartily.
For this time is all we have
To wonder and enjoy.
With all the enthusiasm
We can muster and deploy.
Opher 27.12.2020
Life is so short.
Experience is so limited.
But we have eyes to see, ears to hear, tongues to taste, hands to feel, noses to smell and hearts to love.
For a short while we have been afforded the privilege to experience the wonder of a whole universe.
I am determined to make the most of this brief window.
Every second is precious.
Poetry – The Nuclear Dynamo
The Nuclear Dynamo
There’s a nuclear dynamo
That runs the stars;
A vibration that
Throbs through infinity.
It’s a flow of energy
That pours from
A zillion suns;
A connect
That conjoins
You and me.
Opher – 23.12.2018
While being an antitheist I still like to think of mystical connections that science has not yet grappled with. So much is unknown.
I like to think of a zeitgeist, a mystical connection between us.
I like to think of consciousness being something more that biochemistry.
I like to think of a cosmic vibration connecting us all.
Perhaps it is mere whimsy?
Poetry – We All Shine On
We All Shine On
We all shine on.
Our words are whispers in the wind that murmur in the ears forever.
Our atoms throb within the brains of all who live,
And always will.
Our dreams fill the zeitgeist in which we float.
Our impact is eternal.
We enrich the zeitgeist of the world with every wish.
Our thoughts and dreams mingle in the void of forever.
Our ripples rise into a tsunami.
We are incorporated into the vibration that connects us to the stars.
For we have lived, desired and sought joy and enlightenment;
We have created with passion,
Loved with abandon
And painted pictures in the warm breezes.
That is surely enough?
Opher – 6.11.2019
When we are gone our bodies, artefacts, possessions and creations will all be gone. Our thoughts, dreams and memories will dissolve. Yet our contributions will remain. Nothing ever dies. Every word that sends a ripple of atoms to jiggle an eardrum slowly radiates out in ever expanding circles. In quiet moments we can hear the wisdom of our forebears whispering in our ears.
Our ideals also shine on invisibly to bathe others in their radiance and inspire hope.
Nobody ever dies while our echoes persist. We are absorbed into the vibration in which we all exist.
We all shine on – as John Lennon pointed out.
My Weird Surreal Sixties Book – Part 2 Chapter 3 – Something of Nothing
With characters nothing, something and eternity my younger self set out to explore infinity with a spot of humour thrown in for good luck. A mystical poetic adventure of reality
3.
Today was Wednesday
It was decided somewhere.
For why?
Convenience.
This proved extremely inconvenient
For all the parts that did not care
That now had to.
All of it did not care one way or another.
Boredom set in and created dissatisfaction.
Within this state of being
Or non-being,
A search was initiated
To give purpose to life
Or the state of non-being that passed as consciousness.
A being was created from components of something
With nothing.
He was given some time and space –
Just a little.
He was set a task
And given power
To find out what he wanted
And why.
The being decided to take on the task
And not just pretend.
At least that was the impression that was given.
The question it set for itself
Or had set for it –
Depending on your viewpoint –
Or simply wasn’t interested in –
Which was another view –
‘Was there another something in the Nothing?
Or was there simply nothing in the nothing?’
It interpreted this –
‘If there was something else then it is proof that I am real and exist.’
If there was – then how many somethings?
And could one ever be sure that there weren’t more beyond that?
It was a worry.
‘I am the greatest – the biggest and the best!’
He boasted.
‘Did I just dream it all?’
He asked in aeons of doubt.
‘Do I dream at all?’
He wondered.
‘Do you dream my dreams?’
To find out the answers to these and the many other questions that were written on the vacuum of the breeze, the being, who shall be nameless, and called someone, began to scientifically investigate infinity using finity as a tool – a long job.
He had the advantage of being infinite himself
But had never been told
So he never knew.
There was no other something to tell him
And nothing did not let on.
So someone divided into two every split second
And travelled out at the speed of light
With strict instructions
To report back
If something else was found.
Nearly fourteen billion years went by
In the blink of an eye
As a big patch of nothing was explored badly.
Still everything hung on
Waiting for an answer,
Placing bets,
Believing desperately
That nothing was not all that really existed
And that something was not an accident.
Nothing worried too.
For without something not even nothing existed.
Belief was all that stopped something being nothing
Or nothing something.
But for how long is forever?
When will we know?
There is still more than most that requires exploring.
Still just as much.
No truth in sight.
Not even a set of fundamentals.
We are anxious.
Did we send him out with enough senses
To recognise something if he saw it?
Would he detect different types of matter?
Energies or dimensions?
Perhaps the quest is futile?
What a worry for eternity!
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My Weird Sixties Surreal Book – Chapter 54 – Endgame poem
This was the end of Part 1. I wanted a mystical ending that linked in to the Flux from which all things are born.
If I was writing this now I would not have made the mystical so prominent. My beliefs have altered over time. I no longer subscribe to the view that there is a force that we are part of. There may be. There may not. To me it is immaterial. But I wrote this in my youth when I was all fired up with a mystical purpose to life.
But this stands as what it was. I enjoyed it. Part 2 is a short section that concludes the first book.
54.
I am the boundaries you impose
I am the unending road you walk
I am the gateway you have never found
I am the garden that lies within
You may seek me for eternity
I am that most men have turned from
I am the reason for all suffering
I am beyond pain and ugliness
I am the pattern of ecstasy
Without me there is civilisation
I am half of your schizophrenia
I am the answer to your paradox
I am forever beyond your mathematics
I am that for which there are no symbols
To me you will always return
I am more in the spaces than the words
I am more present in the buzz of interference
I am removed from your gadgetry
I am eradicated from your thought
You cannot escape me
I am misused in words and deeds
I am often scorned and ridiculed
I am beyond your pettiness
I am what your religions have lost
Greater truth than you can imagine resides with me
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Rock Music
- The Blues Muse – the story of Rock music through the eyes of the man with no name who was there through it all.
2. In Search of Captain Beefheart – The story of one man’s search for the best music from the fifties through to now.
Science Fiction
1. Ebola in the Garden of Eden – a tale of overpopulation, government intrigue and a disaster that almost wipes out mankind, warmed by the humanity of children.
2. Green – A story set in the future where pollution is destroying the planet and factions of the Green Party have different solutions – a girl is born with no nervous system.
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The Environment
1. Anthropocene Apocalypse – a detailed memoir of the destruction taking place all over the globe with views on how to deal with it.
Education
- A passion for Education – A Headteacher’s story – The inside story of how to teach our children properly.
There are many more – why not give them a go! You’ll love them!