31 December 2014

Four Hundred and Fifty-Eight


What is existence but every moment fathoming, navigating, negotiating,
A quantum dreamtime that will never even once stop
Until death do you merge.

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How can anyone ever even begin to settle
For any infinitesimal egocentric-ethnocentric-geocentric vision
Of this beyond-all-pales enigma of a mystery?

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The true scientist, the true historian, the true anything,
Never gives up questing as accurate a rendering
As their swirl of consciousness can muster.

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All life is born of the same origin, the same source.
Despite our attachment to genetic bloodlines,
We are all cousins of the same puddle.

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Across the universe, throughout eternity,
There are an inestimable number of perceptions
Within each and every imaginary moment,
From each and every imaginary angle.
So boggling as to make any mind
Singularly serene in wonder.

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Satisfy your Self first and foremost.
What others think of you means nothing.
They will think whatever you think they think,
Nothing more, nothing less, nothing but.

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The quantum either of genesis is still evolving,
And we are all equal players in the dreaming of it.
Intelligent design, free and clear of idolatry or dogma.

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If this were your final minute, if the Reaper was hovering near,
What would you be doing? What would you be thinking?
Would you be all alone? Or surrounded by family and friends?
Would you be filled with sorrow? With regret? Or content to the brim?