You think you feel the world you hold..
The warmth of skin, the firm, the cold.
A hand on glass, a foot on stone..
Yet none have truly ever known.
For when you press, when fingers meet..
No atoms kiss, no edges greet.
A silent force, unseen, untold..
Keeps every boundary controlled.
Electrons whisper, “Stay apart..”
A guarded dance, a hidden art.
They push, they hum, they softly deny..
The meeting point you can’t defy.
What you call touch is not embrace..
But fields that hold a sacred space.
An unseen shield, a cosmic lie..
Where closeness lives.. but can’t comply.
Between each thing, a void remains..
A breath that hums through all domains.
A gap so small, yet vast, profound..
Where truth and illusion both are found.
The universe, with quiet grace..
Denies all matter face to face.
And what we feel, so real, so much..
Is but the echo.. we call touch.
The restraints of school can feel like jail,
there’s a mundanity to it.
I must plan my week’s every minute,
like God must have arranged atoms.
It’s the art of the small things,
where some minutes seem shorter than others
like atoms making different things
School is vibrant, intellectually stimulating
and stuffed, like a turkey, with a catalogue of
specific ideas that are new to me.
So I study them until, like an actor, I can recite them
as if on stage. But if a quiz is going to be ‘open notes,’
then it’s going to be an exacting b1tch .
And then there’s the waiting for outcomes (grades)
But I’m one of those girls
who sings shower songs
so bring it on.
.
.
A song for this:
Teddy Jam by guy
We are not trapped by iron bars ~ but by vibrating strings in a play
Stars, atoms, creatures and time itself are string figures still quivering
Ten heavens are trapped together by these unseen strings still weaving
All between the innumerable fingers of Saklas, still twisting
(Inspired by the scientific hypothesis of string theory, which states that everything on a subatomic level is made up of one-dimensional, vibrating strings).
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
When light hits my eyes
What do I see?
An amalgamation of atoms
Each individual connected to another
All vibrating within
The empty space that
Makes up the universe.
Water is clear
Because it's vibrations
Are independent of the light
But I'm not clear
And neither are you
Because we are made up of
White red olive brown
Skin
Coloured by the sun
And blue blood
That turns red
When it sees the light
Of pink muscles and sinews
And powder white
Calcium bones
Which all vibrate
In a way that absorbs the light
Trapping it
Within the empty spaces
And never letting go
Everything I see,
Built by the same Atoms as me.
All vibrating differently,
Knowing exactly where to be.
Density shows the Identity,
Performing for its entity.
Even playing the enemy,
Atoms run the Academy.
The school of physicality,
Duality the hardest course.
Learning to balance the force,
Getting back on the horse.
You are Source energy,
Atoms and electricity.
Forming your entity,
It's Alchemical mastery.
A magnet in theory,
Appearing to be real.
Atoms that can feel,
Creating their own field.
A power you can wield,
Keep your eyes peeled,
As truth is revealed.
Us,
made from dust
from atoms,
From molecules, from
Quantum spells,
Us,
Forged from the flames of
Eternity,
Formed
from,
Dry bones
Commanded
To Rise from the desert sand,
Us,
a cloud of ghostly shapes,
held together;
By hope,
By Love,
By dreams,
Us,
We are.
John Roberts
So we sing our songs
And take our steps
As joints grow red and
Knuckles thick, thick, thick
We release threads of Grace
Now we understand
"All the world's a stage" and
Sing silence is golden, golden, golden
Memories like dust in the wind
We smile at raindrops on the line
Leaves floating away
Floating away, so faraway
We delight going to sleep
A silly, silly sleep
Contraction and expansion of Time
No longer a maddening mystery
Our creations bright as bangles
But circles in our minds
We giggle knowing math
A language of the Universe
Crimson carriages across space
Angels and goblins hold hands
We are one atom, one atom
Only one glorious
Atom
I AM GALAXY IN THIS MAGIC UNIVERSE~
ATOMS SMOOZING, KNOW WHERE THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO GO
THE SCARS ON MY BODY CALL THEM AND THEY TOE THE LINE
ONE BY ONE, NEW YET OLD INTO THEIR ASSIGNED PLACES
KNOWING JUST WHERE TO GO.
A NOTE OF CONSCIOUSNESS UNITS SINGING THRU MY BODY,
NOT BOTHERING TO ASK JUST WHERE,
THEY GO FREELY WITH UNCANNY ACCURACY!
MAGIC TINY, INTELLIGENT BEINGS COOPERATING
TO BUILD MY BODY WITH MEMORY OF A PLACE
THEY HAD NEVER BEEN.
MY INNER SELF RECOGNIZES ITSELF IN THE COSMOS OF MY OWN MIND.
I HAVE TO TRUST, TRUST, TRUST THAT MY "SELF" KNOWS JUST
WHAT IT IS DOING! AND...IT DOES!!!
LOVE HOLDS IT ALL TOGETHER!
LGB 2 6 2022
Everything ends
Even Shakespeare’s works
will cease to exist
someday
when the sun swells
burning it all away
to atoms and ash
every sonnet
every play
every single syllable
he ever penned
set adrift in the void of space
So it doesn’t matter
he will never know me
I will never know him
We will never engage
in deep discussions
of doomed masterpieces
over tea or coffee
in a quiet corner of a cafe
or while imbibing bourbon
smooth and sweet
in a swanky bar on Broadway
served in crystal glasses
reflecting rainbows of light
into our eyes as we realize
Nietzsche was right
Adam's made from atoms
Did he evolve from them?
~ Or from Madams
If we can't see atoms, are we sure they exist
All the experts say yes, in fact they insist
These invisible devils
Confuse our brain pebbles
Will I kill a bunch if I smash down my fist?
All Atoms Will Decay
Radical notions vitalize deflated zest
Complex neurons modern human attest
Cynics gravitate towards mystic light
Renewed optimism raises cosmic insight
Sky emanate sapphire fused with cream
Revelation seized otherworldly dream
Incredulous stares behold a godly scene
Oglers venerate intergalactic machine
Space travelers abandon Blue Cocoon
Vessels navigating beyond crescent moon
Perpetuity portends irrefutable dismay
Amid time continuum all atoms will decay
***Nobody panic! because it will take countless billions of decades
plus one year, before all atoms disappear!!***
07/10/2015
2:34 p.m.
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
God of atoms
break my purpose,
my workable clay.
Feed me
clumps of sorrow,
sods of joy
one particle at a time.
Seed me not too much
of your breakable sadness,
plow me much
with your passions.
Allow me, if it please you,
to dwell in this intricate husk
until the sky
make a nest in its marrow.
Let the dirt
of my fingernails
guide me inward
into your blooms.
And when I am ready
for the reaping
scatter my worms.
When ten rabbits and over fifteen geese gather it is said to be the beginning of a glorious summer. Global transits are unimportant in a spiral bend. Whilst u-turns are created by runner beans and jellfishes in suits. No hat though. So the gatherings of the geese and rabbits went on into the evening. Marvelling at explorations below and above ground. Sipping red brew from acorn cups. Chit chat fairies then. Good. And nature is neutral in a blanket of evergreen. Great. Light laughing liking lingering linguistic lounging learning lips. Fantastic show of ultimate dedication with a serving of white glowing wit. A haven. A tranquil lakeside bringing the cakes. How reasonable. Radical. Exploding in a prism point is not acceptable for branches who weave time in leafy blossoms. So all go eat carrot cake and marinaded earth worm in a leaf bed. Anthologies z
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