Poetry – Hardwired to Worship

Hardwired to Worship

Hardwired to worship

Subjugation is elation

Programmed to ritual

Bliss through abdication

We have the need to pray

It is a must to believe

The supernatural is quite natural

As the way to perceive

Believing gives us purpose

When faced with mystery

Genuflect without aversion

Through politics and history

God watches over you

Through plague pestilence and death

Give thanks for his bounty

As you draw your last breath

Hardwired to worship

Programmed to believe

Elation in prostration

Nature flatters to deceive

15.4.03

Our success as a species comes from our intelligence. We are programmed through our DNA to see patterns and seek solutions. It made us brilliant hunters, farmers and story tellers.

We could see the habits of our predators and prey, discern the changing of the seasons, make tools, design shelters, transport and use our imagination to create what did not exist.

We tell stories like no other creature we know. Even the whale’s songs cannot compete.

Our greatest talent is our ability to solve problems and seek out solutions. That works brilliantly in our natural habitat but comes up short when faced with things beyond our comprehension.

When faced with the sun, moon, death and purpose our imagination worked overtime but our problem solving proved limited. We invented deities and paradise.

At first it satisfied the curiosity. Now we are in thrall to our own creation and it stalks our days.

Poetry – Everything is the first.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Everything is the first.

I was the first

To do everything

I have ever done.

It was always different

Each time.

Within the moment

Is everything.

We only

Have to experience

It perfectly,

Just once.

Opher – 8.11.2020

I was having one of my transcendental moments of realisation. I often get them when contemplating nature, watching a sunset or staring into a burning fire.

It is a kind of realisation of the nature of reality.

We are in harmony with a dynamic system. In the moment you capture it there is perfect peace.

Poetry – Synergy

Synergy

 

The synergy of gasses;

The synergy of life –

Expressed in droplets

That glisten in the sun;

A beacon in the universe.

 

Fine droplets,

Creating rainbows

Of delight;

The essence of love.

 

Every wave that crashes on the shore,

Every stream that trickles,

Every raindrop that falls,

Is an expression of that mystical essence.

 

For within us all

Lies that iridescence

Of spiritual rainbows,

That flow and sparkle;

Born of a synergy

From which

We are its greatest expression.

 

Opher – 13.3.2020

Poetry – Our Light – an ode to the sun.

Poetry – Our Light – an ode to the sun.

Our Light

 

I wanted to produce a poem for our sun – sol – the giver of life.

It was marvelled at by the ancients and worshipped as a god. For they recognised that all the light and heat it gave was all that sustained us. As they saw it slowly rise, crawl across the sky and sink they sank to their knees and gave thanks. For we have need to produce ritual and seek answers. Our imagination is mighty.

Within its heart it fuses simple hydrogen and helium to create the full range of elements. It spews forth the complex atoms from which we are formed. Our carbon and oxygen were forged within that cauldron of unimaginable heat and pressure.

The planet we stand on is of its essence.

It pours forth light, heat and matter in a constant storm as we live within its atmosphere. It will do so for billions of years – as if an eternity. Then it will turn destroyer and expand to wrap us in its fiery cape and dissolve every artefact of our existence.

Once more we will rest within its mantle.

It is only a small star –

Nothing more. 

 

Our Light 

It glows,

Incandescent in the night,

Fusing elements

To create worlds.

 

It radiates

Without pause or thought

As it gives

Of all it has.

 

Worshipped

From afar in wonder

As it appears

To traverse the sky.

 

Seething

With an atmosphere

Of molten

Plasma fury.

 

It gives life

Without knowing

As it sacrifices

Itself eternally.

 

Opher 30.5.2016

Poetry – Solstice 2 – Our ancestors used to hold ceremonies to celebrate this. Mine’s just a little late.

Poetry – Solstice 2 – Our ancestors used to hold ceremonies to celebrate this. Mine’s just a little late.

We’re tried worshipping most things. The sun makes more sense that most. We live within its atmosphere and it gives us the light and heat that gives us life.

The Green Man and the sun gods Helios, Ra, Kehpri, Atum, Inti, Lugh, Hepa, Garuda, Huitzilopocthli, Apollo, Surya, Sol, Sol Invictus, Shemesh, Sunnya, and a host more, were all widely worshipped.

The longest and shortest days are good reasons for having a great festival and celebration. Nature is what supports us. We should respect it and celebrate its bounty.

I wrote this poem after seeing Nazca Nine on the Summer Solstice. It was a great gig. They were definitely waxing lyrical and many of the monarchs of yore were thought to be incarnations of Sun Gods.

Then there’s the Moon. It’s been a long time since we walked on it. I think some ancient cultures would have shuddered at the very thought.

Solstices are like a rebirth. I like the idea.

Solstice 2

Waxing on the lyrical

Beneath the sacred sun

Getting quite satirical

When God and Queen are one

 

Verging on the mystical

Beneath the sister moon

Leaning metaphysical

Hope we get there soon

 

Nineteen Nazca nine

Is looming from the dawn

Me and thee and thine

Are going to be reborn

 

Opher 31.12.98

We are all just passing through.

Nothing is permanent – not even the universe. It is merely a matter of time-scale.

Opher's World

We are all just passing through. That was brought home to me by our house moving.

We lived in our old house for thirty years. We put in our alterations and improvements, decorated and adorned, and then we left and moved on. I hope we left it better than it was.

Thirty years seems a long time but that house was three hundred years old. We bought it. We paid off the mortgage and owned it. Yet we did not really own it at all. We merely borrowed it for a tenth of its life. We were just passing through.

Somebody else is living in our old house. It is hard to imagine them there. It felt like our home.

Our new house is being made into a home. We have brought all our things with us. We have placed the furniture, put up the photos and pictures, put the…

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Poetry – A Vision

A Vision

 

A man has to have a vision –

Something to base his life on.

For without a philosophy to fight for

There is no far horizon.

 

A vision is a philosophy

That one can aim straight for.

A set of ideals that

Are worth fighting for.

 

A vision of a better world

Is what I nurture in my head.

So that I can leave a legacy

For when I am long dead.

 

I have a picture of a future

Not run for selfish greed,

That protects the environment

Yet fulfils every need.

 

It’s a vision that is possible

For us all to achieve.

A vision in which everyone

Has the right to believe.

 

Opher – 19.12.2019

 

 

If one has a philosophy to base one’s life on then every action, every thought and every deed is focussed. It means that your efforts are put towards something positive. It gives your life purpose.

One knows what one is striving for and what one is striving against. Your life is no longer shallow and empty.

A man has to have a purpose.

Poetry – Cavorting

Cavorting

 

Cavorting through infinity

In a dream

For the whole universe

Is not as it may seem.

 

Perhaps consciousness

Is not rare

And every atom is aware

That we are there?

 

Throughout, there is a vibration

That connects us all.

But we can only wonder

At the nature of its call.

 

For that is the pleasure of this journey

As here and there

As we busily scurry

We are largely unaware.

 

There are no answers to find

Only questions to be mined.

 

Opher – 22.12.2019

 

 

Beware of those who are certain of anything. They are always wrong. There are no certainties. The joy is to discover the questions. For every answer connects us to further mysteries.

In a universe built on quantum there is no solid ground, no here or there.

HAPPY Solstice!!! May the long time sun shine upon you!

HAPPY Solstice!!! May the long time sun shine upon you!

HAPPY Solstice!!!

May you find strength from the power of the sun and light!

May the long time sun shine upon you, all love surround you,

and the pure light within you, guide your way on.