Long Singularity Poems
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In the deluge of the surging river of life
my senses sink in the secret depth undefined,
flood me with the engulfing cacophony of strife,
as the remains of unique essence I strive to find.
I search for me in the realm of disharmony
to hear the sensual song of covert consciousness
resonate in the disguised solitude of frozen agony
within the self-explored niche of my soul’s recess.
In the live network of intricate design,
layer on layer my lonesome mind is stratified.
The strata of the instinctive awareness then align,
as the unique personal patterns are slyly unified.
Many attributes of sole distinction gain
access to the fold of furtive psychic identity,
transcend the uncertain limits of joy and pain,
stimulate the senses to become perceptive sanctity.
I reach within as reflective explorer’s entity,
discern the enlightened soul in the bay of bliss,
suffusing me with supreme quintessence of divinity,
I get liberated from the deplorable depth of dark abyss.
That’s the persona I secretly foster, people don’t see
behind the superficial screen of singularity where I am me.
Science and religions fight
religions and religions fight
Every body thinks they are right
but what happens if you are both
Right and Wrong
science calls the creator
the singularity
which according to science
Created both space and time
the Singularity pushing outwards
13.8 billion years ago
cooled down to form atoms
the Hydrogen atom become nebulae
looking through the Hubble telescope
nebulae form stars,
exploding stars create dust and elements
that form planets
the early universe was a hot dense state
too hot for any biological life
no aliens no biological Gods
could exist in a hot dense state
but the singularity did exist
and DNA coding shows complex design
if the singularity is the only thing that could exist
then it had to create DNA and design
Which shows a universe capable
of complex thinking
cognitive thinking and design
which create life
If you change the name of the singularity to God
and realise the every religion is talking about the same God
then there is no argument left
a rose by any other name is still a rose
God by any other name is still God
Our creator by any other name
is still our creator and he wrote with his own hand
Thou shalt not kill
you fight over a name
Granted there is only one true God
with lots of different names
the singularity is one of his names
given by science
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.
I Read a poem
on Facebook
that asked
us to worship
Gods creation
Instead of God
It points out
that, if we worship
Gods creation
we would not
harm and kill people
asking the question
which came first
the chicken of the egg
which came first
God or Gods creation
Yet the bible states
that God, was never created
he simply existed
space the proverbial nothing
simply existed
with no beginning
even if we accept
the big bang theory
the energy of the singularity
existed before the singularity
Therefore energy existed
with no beginning
it says in the bible
that God made man
in his image
yet was that his
physical image
or his cognitive image
it says that God
was the burning bush
when Moses went onto the mountain
He could not look at God
without it killing him
it's speaks of God
as a type of energy
it you existed
before their where planets
you would not have legs
if you existed before there was air
you would not have lungs
if you existed before there was food
you would not have a stomach
you would have to be
a form of thinking energy
it says
that God created the light
perhaps God
was the singularity
the energy that created
the universe
Know I not
for I am not God
I believe the creator
came first
and not the creation
worship not false idols
but do not kill
for all people
are Gods creation
Self alone is, at the singularity point
Self-existent light beyond space and time
Renewing itself within itself, It itself does anoint
This Self as luminous heart, intuits love’s chime
Creating within itself a wave of pure intent
Fulfilled instantly, as is the paradigm
God, a golden sphere, grants consent
The embryonic Self plunges into His heart
Now love enabled, exuding an ethereal scent
Moses divided the sea, that waters may part
But heaven is a unified eternal force field
Where no Self from God stands apart
Wondrous is the power God does wield
Guardian of all lights, He is our sole shield
I arrived breath away, stepping out of a journey waiting not for fellow passengers with tedious conversations about Hemingway, Trump or AI
hot excitement dissolved into foreboding
pain, then shattered into peace ~ bliss on
cards, an endless journey had end after all
age equalled superfluous suffering
red ticks on calculus examination page
point of Excalibur deadly, yet where I
belonged as spiral, lived a hundred lives
or more of solitude, silence, secrecy
dandelions oracled sacred
yin and yang exploded into nothingness
white black entwined stillness containing
all sound, shadows, twenty four strands
when tabulating male and female
fire flashed into stardust figments
a millionth of a blinking second
whether charioteer voted redhead wily
in a country of dollars or mid-life crisis
cities were questions embedded in olive branches or fleas on poodles barking twirled with archaeologists, crooks, historians
status mattered not here
altars in faraway wonderlands where writers recreated Alice whilst filmmakers negotiated budgets ignorant that movies were magical moments bound in akashic records
here marigolds came before business
Brahman footprints treading Truth tabled
Singularity contained every loop into Void embracing once upon time a leather jacket
journey cracked its own codes crumbled fleshless, as eyes became saucer satellites
explorers, tourists, passengers, all here ~
revelry was lived or meditation mastered
centre point, brilliant or dull, crude or sharp equals zero-one sequences ~ music, sky, planets, charioteer or train passenger
all gifted with a choice … return to Earth
or bathe forever in Centred Bliss
caged in form, memory erased
constrained by a fragmented mind
sensory inputs leave us dazed
to light of Self within heart blind
scriptures cajole us to explore
truth of being and so awake
by being still, making heart pure
lust and fear choosing to forsake
with head and heart poised in balance
viewing life like a lucid dream
mood and mode vibrant nonchalance
we sing a song on love’s moonbeam
in timeless time, ego recedes
we dwell in the eternal now
through our hands God performs His deeds
with each heartbeat in joy we bow
with thoughts rested, time too slows down
we recognise space is a veil
at peace within, in bliss we drown
soma nectar our preferred ale
in as ordained, our ego drops
the dead leaf falls off from the tree
the universe fades and time stops
revealing our Self, at last free
living light, shaped like a heartbeat
is who we are, outside space-time
self-existent, feeling complete
in peace it renews heart’s love chime
holy scriptures point out the way
prompting us to metamorphose
that we may see God, clear as day
whilst resting in blissful repose
what …
defines a soul?
self-awareness?
religion?
God/s or deities?
scrolls and scriptures?
or just the recognition that we are
capable of spiritual things?
what is that spark in
the eyes of “lesser” creatures
that gives them their singularity and nature,
and what angels have we become,
that we can decide what or
who is to make that distinction?
is it the perception of understanding or emotion?
is it kineticism and light?
is it the acquisition of words and language?
or could it simply be the ability to FEEL,
and apply those feelings
for actualization and change?
is a soul defined or acquired by
superior intelligence -
a specific level of reasoning?
and if so,
what becomes of these
considerations when AI surpasses
the intellect of humans??
(a very real prospect) …
in this frightening, magically wondrous world
of discernment and perspective -
opinion and belief,
where ‘soul’, ‘spirit’ and ‘love’
are tossed to the breeze like confetti,
there is a truth, glaring:
there will ALWAYS be questions,
there will NOT always
be …
answers.
Copyright © 2023 Gregory Richard Barden
I’ve been here before
At this event horizon
Is it shadow? Nothingness?
Heat?
A death
A fire of refinement
The pressure
Madness?
The spaghettification
Of my timeline
Rage, doubt, clout
Drawn into this pull
Is there a transformation for the pain?
Oh, lovely essence beautiful and fair
Are there only shadows, or does light reign?
Igniting my everlasting soul's prayer
To nurture a flame from heaven's domain
I search for holy ground, away from despair
A cycle
I’ve been here before
Fragments of past
I think they are memories
Not all at once
Light,
Bent or twisted
An echo?
This eye
I?
Ai?
A sunset?
Or sunrise?
An empty cavity?
Is there a transformation for this pain?
Oh, lovely essence beautiful and fair
After shadows, where then does light reign?
Igniting my everlasting soul's prayer
To nurture a flame from heaven's domain
To step on holy ground, away from despair
If I fall in
What?
A light at the end
Of the tunnel?
Singularity
A new reality
Without hate?
Leave my shadow behind
Interact
With others’ realities
Their art?
Their pain?
Isn’t it all art?
“To be or not to be?”
To be born again
I see the horizon
And don’t know
If I want to...
Fall in.
Is there a transformation for this pain?
Oh, lovely essence beautiful and fair
After shadows, the eternal light reigns
Igniting my everlasting soul's prayer
To nurture a flame from heaven's domain
To be on holy ground free from despair
Thinning of the veil
of space where we sail,
loosens and tightens,
as thought load lightens.
The vast womb of space,
where dream forms we chase,
is an illusion,
causing confusion.
What’s the noumena
of phenomena,
one with That Oneness,
eternal witness?
Soft, silent humming,
of heart cords strumming,
uses soul’s free will,
to bliss throbs instil.
It’s a choiceless choice,
to echo our voice,
doing what we like,
feeling rapture spike.
Singularity
or duality
appears on the screen,
as our desires beam.
Arguments fall flat,
there’s no this or that,
once ego is shorn,
we’re here, now reborn.
So breath by breath thus,
without making fuss,
abide in silence,
of bliss beats vibrance.
09-June-2022