Before the black hole,
There is nothing.
Even if you wish to die, you cannot die.
Even if you wish to live, you cannot live.
We do not know.
Open your eyes.
Close your eyes.
As the Bible breathes its breath
Upon your lips, your nose, your eyes, and your heart,
In this moment, there is no good and evil.
In this moment, there is no man and woman.
The very first cry of genesis:
~Waa-waa~
The swirling sound of the first black hole.
A tiny seed falls upon some planet.
Friction, the laws of action and reaction.
Something is created.
We are
"That which is invisible,
Before the crying of birth!"
You are reading my words.
"This is the beginning of all things in the universe."
How?
You ask me.
What you are asking
Is not asking me,
You are asking yourself.
"Has not the Bible already answered you?"
We are all in it..' we're all a part.' Each action and reaction.. The stops and starts
We have also the oil, of the Spirit thats Number One..Apply it librally or the rust will
Come it starts in flecks..Its liable to grow its a sickness acedemia, is most liable to know' it seizes.' It captures first off its exponents..I thrives in humidity and damp
Also neglect is prime' and our silence to opponents.' Contend for the faith..Or the
Cycle will not move. A moribund agenda will emerge, and all people much will loose'
Isaac Newton is said to have stated,
'For every action,
or force in nature,
there is an equal and opposite reaction.'
And the proof in his pudding is,
if I exert myself
in search of who knows what I want to be,
it also brings to bear
an equal and opposite influence on me.
As, by doing so,
my own headwind I create,
which inhibits my progress,
and the harder I push, or fixate,
the more resistance I set up,
so to speak,
and the farther away I am
from finding whatever it is I seek.
Indubitably, it's a rule of thumb,
the more forward I go,
all the further behind I become,
but is it better to do nothing at all,
than beat my head against
an invisible brick wall?
HUMANITY
Action and reaction, equal and opposite
We hear, but just what do we make of it
Do we let loose and curse or merely spit
When arrows rain, how shall we respond
It does take pressure to make a diamond
And unavoidably, we will all get physical
One can argue that it’s all about balance
With nods and smiles as merely a valance
As even we might then utilise our talents
To react with equal force, maybe in kind
With daggers of steel, or just of the mind
When angry, it’s no time to be whimsical
Humanity and animal instincts kept apart
And was meant to be from the very start
Yet both have physics at their very heart
The very first instinct is always to survive
And perhaps with luck and skill, to thrive
Yet the desire for good over evil is critical
Bequeathed of the faculty of
balanced return, of equilibrium,
turning the totem burn of caloric expectancy,
cause and effect
translating universal machine dialect
satellite positioning itself in the physics of
affection, affinity, sistered brotherhood in
reality check of relative fee.
Beneath the atmosphere, here,
clings one to another like faded dusk
to a pregnant dawn.
As he leaves, she returns, again
to meet him in circular run.
In Fibonacci launchpad portals of
action and reaction chained to loop again.
Chi and grace turns,- will and space.
Like a cog that swings the pendulum scale,
weighing relational phi in the window of pi?
Certainly in the window of possibility
where the harmonic scale is like two dragons
chasing each other's tales,
hooking claws into foothold of reality,
like a fitting piece of harmonic puzzle poetry.
There is no facade here, no illusion or trickery.
Science is poetry and poetry is the science
of the mind in artistry, intertwined.
Everything with potential, dependency.
Yin and Yang,
of the divine.
Right View, Intention, Speech, Action, Livelihood, Effort, Mindfulness, Meditation
May we always clear our eyes so we may see clear
May we always put out the best intention beginning with our mind
May we speak only in a tongue free of slander and lies
May we act in a way that speaks volumes of our altruism
May we choose a livelihood that is in harmony with our soul
May we always find it in us to create the effort to better
ourselves
May we always be mindful of others and how we treat
them
May we choose meditation as a vehicle to self exploration and healing.
May we always seek the light without rebuking the darkness in us, for they are all part of one and the same
in the great tapestry of action and reaction
we need to accept ourselves and others just as we are.
Namaste
In between the start and the end
Our heart's intent, to God we bend
Granting pulse of love our consent
That thus mind, body and soul blend
By simply following love’s scent
For pure souls, assured is ascent
As divine bliss beats grant traction
We see God's light, luminescent
Futile's action and reaction
Save bliss, where lies satisfaction
Throbbing within when we be still,
Sidestepping ego distraction
Bow down oh hermit, to God’s will
That voids within, on their own fill
Innate awareness self-aware
Feels within, soma nectar spill
Love enabled, for all souls care
Same inside out, joy freely share
In timeless time, God’s truth is known
With the universe, gently pair
09-November-2022
Darkness sits in his mind,
The night is cloaked in his chamber,
Tempest rages in his closet,
He searches for a way through,
He fights and stifles,
They push back and trouble sore,
It's an unending fight,
He anticipates an end.
August 2, 2022.
Slips or mistakes may be pardoned, your faults have to be chastised.
When the time comes, people’s butchers should not ever look surprised.
Our General* fought for thousands of martyrs in Syria
And Iraq, so his blood equals them, this should be realized.
Eye for eye? Only one has to be cut up? His murderers,
All, everywhere on earth, shall be before the world’s eyes capsized.
Do not whine! No one pities you. Countless thousands you murdered.
Their defendant, our General, you savagely terrorized.
One who eats melon should face up the ensuing shakes and chill.
You’ve made your bed, now lie in it. It’s all you yourselves devised.
It’s Newton’s third law of motion† which you can call ‘tit for tat’.
You’ve murdered the destroyer of the ISIS 'you' organized.
We’re merciless to men’s butchers! You have to be vaporized.
You won’t be left to be alive, you by blood so brutalized.
1.16.2022
To Jake Sullivan, the US National Security Advisor to Joe Biden, who defends these prostitutes
* General Soleimani
† Action and Reaction
No comments, please!
This may be annoying decadent cliche of a question,but me all I do.
Every decision big or small, each life altering crossroads crossed?
Would these in the moment minute events and my action and reaction.
Be brought to question and collectively be enough to label me crazy or sane?
Overall define if I'm crazy or sane?
Is it just me am I alone or is this a common question that hahaunts us as humans.
BITE SIZE POEM # 25
In the jumbled backyard of mind
they arrive in dark cowls,
gather behind an inverse eye,
wait there for the eyes themselves
to flip those images over into
a word chewing anger.
Manikins move in those shadows,
tussle in a muted violent parody
of action and reaction.
There is blood, it is dark,
it is cloudy.
War begins at the eyebrows,
mittens fumble
with small caliber ammo,
deadly enough but not explosive,
claws must grapple
beyond the roar of the pulse.
Suddenly you see her
not in her fury but yours;
storms subside into summer showers,
a mock performance of Othello
exits stage left, a shamefaced cast
comically admitting the farce.
"I am a fool
and I don’t deserve you."
Breast heaving, she turns away
to repaint her emotions
for a moment hating that she
loves you,
yet knowing she has won again
another blindfolded battle.
She told husband, "You don't love me" and cried
Has human ever loved anybody?
Humans live to satisfy senses
Following dictates of mind and reasoning
Concern for blood relations come naturally
Even if they are bad humans may not hate them
With others it is action and reaction policy
If someone helps, we help back
Humans show concern for family members as they need them
They take care of family members for selfish interests.
Moment someone behaves badly
Humans chuck them out of their life
27.03.2021
In the subconscious lies a litany of thoughts
Very many of them deep thoughts
The inevitability of the human mind it is
Thoughts masked by human facade
Or mirrored so the blind can see
Like smoke they may fade away
Like glue they may stick and stay
Action and reaction, choices cast
The effect embrace we must
A starry sky buried in the mind
Puerile, pious, profane, we find
But choices we must make
Hate, love, good, or bad, choices we must make
Sanity and serenity it can breed
Insanity and anxiety may abound
Boats rocked, or storm quelled
From the belly of choices they are birthed
Choices breaks barriers like torpedo
Buried in the mind ever green like avocado
Can make *****sapiens lose libido
Get it right and behold El dorado
Developed cracks deep as crater
I see the sun shining down like water
Unbeknownst to me I was under the influence
Never shall I remain in silence
Make a choice and live with the consequence
Will, Wisdom and Work weaves into action
as I see outputs and outcome come bare
some scarce and some I don't want as my share
yet yield tells not how it does its function
Choice to act or not to, is an option
one has with Free Will that seems has no snare,
Yet facts of life has Destiny to stare
even after Free Wills flow of sanction
Action and reaction Physics did teach,
its equality in Life I can't see
some results visible now in my reach
and some expected returns appear to flee
Free Will and Destiny in their ways each
wrapped in its mystery I place my plea.
19-Sep-2020
Free Will Vs Destiny Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Such limpid love as graces your heart comes once in a blue moon
Sometimes spurned, sometimes welcome
In scenes and circumstances teeming with joy in an afternoon
When reflecting upon your unwise action and reaction at home
You rue the mad blood that flooded your head
Dismissing love as though on you it felt like the plague
You could shove beneath your boisterous bed
Cos the swag of this love in your mind felt vague
Until in anger the jilted love left
To hide its hurt pride for good
In a hermetic cleft from which no theft
Could persuade the love to accept the fickle food
You offered the love upon realizing you hurt it so bad
Wondering why such drastic action you had to take
To make an innocent love so sad
It cried, cried, cried because the love concluded you’d made a monumental mistake.
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