Poetry – Ripples

Ripples

The ripples we create

Streaming through the psychic breeze,

Caressing minds,

Like the wind through the trees,

Nudging pathways,

Changing how we think.

Like fish swimming in a mental sea

Drinking in,

Feeling the warmth of emotions;

Sharing visions.

Living in a mental soup

Of thoughts and dreams,

Bathing us in feelings.

Contributing

So we may all grow.

Actions sending forth

Streams of power,

Streams of warmth,

Streams of love,

Or streams of hate.

Ripples rising

In the cosmic consciousness,

Intermeshing,

Stimulating,

Metamorphosising,

Changing moods,

Changing the future.

Eddies in time,

Ripples circling in rings.

Each eternal;

Each expanding,

Radiating,

Rising,

Falling,

Interacting,

Building into psychic waves,

Sipping at the shores of others,

Seeping into minds.

We all create the psychic flux;

The media in which we exist –

The zeitgeist.

We all contribute.

It is incumbent on us

To make it positive.

Ripples, eddies, waves and currents,

Cosmic forces, psychic reverberations

In eternal conflict.

Good and bad,

Ying and yang,

In eternal conflict.

The deeds we do,

For better, for worse,

Change the world,

Act by act,

Ripple by ripple,

Dream by dream,

Karma by karma.

Together,

The good we do,

Can become greater,

And build into psychic tsunamis.

For if we come together,

Unified,

We can create such a positive force

It could swamp the world

For good.

Opher 9.1.2019

I believe there is a universal mood, a zeitgeist that is a result of the mental emanations of us all.

I believe that science will one day prove this interconnection. There is a psychology at work. We communicate.

At any one point in time there is a balance between that who emanate the hate, and those who emanate the love; those who are for compassion and those for greed.

It is the eternal battle.

We can contribute; we can alter it and our deeds and thoughts are the ripples that radiate out to touch the shores of others.

We all make the world the way it is.

Poetry – Ripples

Ripples

This was inspired by Calansariel who puts nice comments on my blog. She was talking about how energy never wears out but goes on for ever and so, in effect, so do we.

I have this crazy notion that we are all connected by this zeitgeist we produce and so had the inspiration to meld the two ideas together; our energy rippling out to touch everyone around us and help create the mental climate of the future.

We are building the zeitgeist in which we flourish. We can make it positive and change the world for the better.

Our mental ripples will caress humanity for the rest of time.

It’s a nice thought.

The poem is exactly as it came out of my head just now. It probably needs a lot of work – this is it raw. I’ll work on it later.

Ripples

Ripples in an infinite sea

Of energy

And possibility.

Brushing minds

As they pass,

Forever.

Swirling the thoughts

Emotions

So clever

They evade credibility.

Ripples of a life

From you and me

To echo

Through time

Whatever

The weather.

Touching

Most intimately

Our dreams

Wishes

And schemes

As we alter

The climate

In which we swim

And create

New electricity,

New hope

For you and me

Amid this

Eccentricity.

We are building

A new vision

A zeitgeist

As our ripples

Create

What will surely be.

Opher 4.9.2015