Nothing Doesn’t Exist

Nothing Doesn’t Exist

Nothing doesn’t exist.

                Everything is full of something.

Rays and beams,

                Atoms and dreams,

Busy rushing somewhere.

Out of nowhere,

                Exploding instantly,

                                Everywhere.

Filling everything

                With the wonder

                                Of whatever.

Invisibly

                Making its presence felt

In some way.

Jigging and cavorting

                With great sway

                                Within this cosmic dance.

Opher – 24.11.2022

I often sit and wonder about daft things like reality, infinity, beginnings and ends.

I like to experience awe and wonder.

It somehow triggers a sense of wonder to realise that even in the deepest vacuum of space there is no such thing as emptiness. That vacuum is chock full of light, radiation and probably a lot of energies that we don’t even know about. Space is full.

Ever since the instant of the Big Bang the universe is full. There is not an empty inch.

Poetry – Space is full

I thought it was time for another poem from way back.

 

SPACE IS FULL

All space is full

 

Of rays and beams and clotted dreams

 

That seems

 

To have no substance

 

 

 

All life is full

 

Of toys and Queens and twisted seams

 

That deems

 

To have importance

 

 

And drifting through the interludes

We climb our ragged stairwells

All alone

 

Waving to the passers-by

We wend our weary way

On our own

 

Communicating from afar

Through treacle

To another star

Until I met you

 

OPHER  5.2.98