Poetry – Wonders

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Wonders

Spinning atoms,

                Spinning stars,

                                Spiralling arcs

Of fiery sparks.

Lighting up the heavens

                Creating dreams

                                Where even reality

Is not as it seems.

Energy flies,

                Matter jiggles,

                                Thoughts meander,

Truth wriggles.

A whole universe

                From out of nowhere

                                A whole consciousness

Out of thin air.

From DNA

                To evolution

                                Amazing life

In rich fruition.

Opher – 28.9.2019

Anyone who is not in awe concerning the nature of our universe, the mystery of consciousness or the beauty that surrounds us, must surely be a moron.

Poetry – Life is the expression of art

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Life is the expression of art

I’m real because I dream.

                I live because I think,

                                I wonder because it’s unreal.

Nothing makes sense.

                Wonder is all there is.

Dreams are the vehicle.

Life is the expression of art.

Opher – 7.12.2021

I was in one of those philosophical moods. Nothing is real. The universe is too awesome for us to comprehend.

Life is art. We’re making it up as we go.

Poetry – Where do you come from?

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Where do you come from?

Where do you come from

                My brown-eyed boy?

From the Milky Way

                With its four hundred billion stars;

From a solar system,

                A planet close to Mars;

From a chemical soup

                Creating molecules that think

From a mutant chimp

                And a missing link.

That’s where I am from,

                Where I live,

                                What I call home.

Opher – 3.12.2021

I was watching The Universe on TV last night

It makes you think.

Poetry – Do Planets Dream?

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Do Planets Dream?

Do planets dream as they embrace their moon?

Are galaxies dancing to a cosmic tune?

Is our sun prancing in great glee

As it hugs us with its gravity?

What is this beautiful music of infinity?

Something sublime including you and me?

I think I can hear it as I stare up into the sky.

It vibrates through me as I quietly sigh.

Opher 17.9.2019

I love to think of Gaia and the planets being alive. What is this thing we call consciousness?

Is there a universal vibration running through the universe connecting everything?

Poetry – So Much More

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So Much More

It is so much more.

In the incredible dream of life,

Adrift within wonder,

Amid a zillion zillion stars

We also live within the greater mystery

Of the whole of nature.

For as marvellous as a galaxy

Is the splendour

Of a single cell.

Opher – 24.7.2019

Biology is a wonder; to study the mystery of life; to cherish the plants and animals which we are part of; what could be more exhilarating?

Poetry – Once

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Once

Only once!

                Amazing!

In eternity,

                Out of nothing,

                                Into something!

From mineral

                To animal!

From mindless

                To conscious!

Aware

                Of how

                                Once

There was nothing!

Amazing!

Opher 12.5.2019

There are the usual amazing things that boggle my mind – Like how a whole universe of zillions of stars came out of nothing – or how a bunch of minerals on a tiny planet in a minor galaxy all came together to form something that we describe as being alive – or how that life evolved to create feelings, consciousness and was even able to contemplate the wonders around it.

Amazing!

But hey – I don’t feel the need to create something even more fantastical to explain it. I’m content to be boggled.

Poetry – Today is Magic Day

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Magic Day

Today is magic day.

On a planet,

Around a sun,

Breathing air,

Eating food,

Drinking water,

Walking among the trees,

Warm and comfortable,

With friends,

Listening to birds,

Watching bees –

It’s magic day.

Every day is magic day.

Opher – 13.5.2019

Life is magic. It is incredible. To think we have evolved, developed consciousness and live on such a beautiful world where we can appreciate it.

Every day is truly magic.

Poetry – Patterns

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Patterns

There is an energy

That pervades the universe;

Connects everything

With the hum of its electricity.

There is a vibration

That runs through everything,

That brings harmony

With its unifying force.

There are no edges

Between this and that,

Or you and me,

For we are porous.

We connect to that flow,

That pervading hum,

As if we are not there –

And perhaps we are not?

Are we merely part

Of that cosmic flow?

A pattern amid the many patterns

Of happy happenstance?

Opher 3.8.2018

Energy flows through the universe passing through all matter as if it wasn’t there.

What appears to be a solid barrier is really an illusion.

We are patterns. All things are patterns. We change. We flow with the flow.

What are these patterns? What do they mean?

Poetry – More But Not Enough

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More But Not Enough

More galaxies than grains of sand on every beach.

More stars than can be counted or imagined.

More time than has ever been.

More space than can be crossed.

More dreams than can fill a head.

More awe than we could ever wonder at.

More than enough mystery to last forever.

Yet not enough life to even risk a guess.

Opher 9.6.2017

I wrote this after watching a programme about the beginnings and beliefs of the Islamic Death Cult of ISIS and their literal acceptance of selected texts from the Koran. They interviewed one of their Jordanian architects. He recited texts and called them the word of Allah.

He disgusted me.

He sanctified slavery, butchery and torture using words from the Dark Ages. He claimed, unflinchingly, that they were god’s instructions and superior to any laws of man, that humanity and compassion counted for nothing.

I wondered how any mind can accept these words without doubt as to their origin. I wondered at what brainwashing had taken place to create such blind acceptance.

The Koran, Bible and all other religious texts are artefacts from an ignorant, uneducated age. Those books were written and compiled by people, not god. They come from cultures who were misogynistic, nomadic and tribal and it shows.

The world is full of mystery. It is an adventure of great wonder. To use moribund texts from the Dark Ages to justify misery and horror is obscene. Life is short. It should be a journey of love, music, happiness, friendship, dance, art, nature and writing, not of hatred, division and violence.

These people, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu and whatever, who put their faith in relics from the past are missing the mystery of life. Theirs is a waste of a life; a journey of death. True meaning lies in discovery and wonder.

Poetry – Peering

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Peering

Peering back through time

To where it all began –

A flash of energy,

A seething universe,

A new story,

As nascent atoms sang.

A telescope

Back through aeons

To glimpse that fiery maw;

To the brink

Of that first great flash

The beginning of our lore.

Nothing ever dies –

Carried on that wind,

Still resounding

Down the ages

To where our time begins.

Opher 1.6.2016

Peering

I am constantly astounded by the assertion that they have invented the tools to enable them to see eddies of the big bang – the creation of our universe. Its energy still resounds around us. It has never gone.

Our telescopes are powerful enough to reach back through time to the beginning of it all – piercing that once impenetrable barrier.

Time flows in one direction. Yet we can peer back into it. Everything is recorded. Nothing is lost.

All we do will last forever as light and atoms skid upon their journey carrying us into the future.