Contemplations

On the open ends of the Universe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time... has its way of moving on in increments and compartmental memory, has its relative inconsistencies. Parts, that are missing, forgotten. Some, can never be forgotten, or even exaggerated beyond the real parameters, of what in reality. Took place. Some of the missing of loved and cared for, are distorted by false memory. Yet the watching of ones own reality, is ever present and the absorption of which the detail is 100% and some fraction of that is made available, to recall. Some to unseen spirits, observe from the dual nature, and the record of the pendulum 'Time'. Like, vibrant hard copy. The future, is not necessarily totally unknown, as it is as yet. Made.

And, as previously mentioned. Simple, in its growing complexity.

A philosophical, edge. A causerie. Chuckled to cross.

Winsomely thoughtful.

Of its Seriousness.

And, heavily pondered; says, Father time.

Unexperienced.

The human equation is, pregnant.

With the potential for life created existence.

To become possible seed, or grown.

To, probability.

Extension. Is on a plain, next to actuality.

... and so, on, and on.

Moves. The wheel.

By Turn. Reality, is spun!

There is dream memory. Where, all these existents.

Arrive. On, some equal plane!

Where all. Simply... Is... Eternal manifestation.

The detail of which, can be as large, or as small.

As remembered ' Transformations', by the multitude.

Engaged. In its workings. Laughing. Sighing, crying. For its Beauty.

Time. Aligned at centre. Finds balance & harmony expressed continuum...

Perceived, wisdom... arrives. Blissfully apparent to the some faithful.

In its Ebb & Flow.

Doing.

The actions of making Histories balance, to be weighed.

Its outcome, rendered.

In totality

 

Reviews

[Bubo]

Such a deep, meaningful write.........the universe, which in itself is so vast we cannot fathom........and time, I enjoyed thinking about time, and how we perceive time as it passes, false memories (how I agree with that), your thoughts are of such wisdom and clear experience,some I have to read a good few times and think about.......we all begin and we all end, and one day, even time shall end.............

Unexperienced.
The human equation is, pregnant.
With the potential for life created existence.
To become possible seed, or grown.
To, probability.
Extension. Is on a plain, next to actuality.

[Anna]

Awesome!

[Marie Harrison]

Wow, what a beautiful poem. Love the pictures and music too. A virtual experience in time. Lovely.

[SM Davis]

Watch the use of the comma. If in doubt don't use it. :0) I like the feel to this.

Unexperienced.
The human equation is, pregnant.
With the potential for life created existence.
To become possible seed, or grown.
To, probability.
Extension. Is on a plain, next to actuality.

When I was a kid, my favorite two words were "pregnant pause". The above portion is my favorite. I give 100 daisies for the content. When writing however, I wish to impart to you to have more faith in the intelligence of the reader. They will pick up on your pauses.

[Ruth]

As spoken word, I truly think this would be awesome love! Surreal, avant garde music I think! lol Cool! xx

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

we were the sum total of Ourobros~
now caught in our own impositions upon time and space when in reality everything is and was and always is~ before mankind became much too critical and overthinking in nature~ 'magik' was easy~ collecting flexing stars was every day ~ now we bleed for the miracles which aren't miracles at all~
your poetic stream not just imparts its touch on the pulse of universe but penetrates the arteries to clarify the view from depths of conscious primal in all its eclectic beauty~

[Ruth]

Nothing is black and white, many shades of grey lay inbetween! Memories, time can dissolve, time can also make us "homesick" - in a way that we know, feel with our intuition that this plain is not everything, there is more beyond that thinning veil!
This ROCKS love!
As always, philosophical you hon lol
Consciousness at its best!
A flirt with the dynamics of existence
A grabbing of the essence of surreality called life
Most of all, a recognition that all is a tender balance!
I LOVE your work love!
FABULOUS!!!!!!!!!!
xx

[nono]

Incredible, and I don't think that word is fit to describe how amazing this write is and how awesome those pictures are! All I can say is nice job this is amazing, and I can't wait to read more of your writing, such wonderful and raw emotion expressed!