Spacetime Poems | Examples

Mother Bird Star Warmth

Seems so surreal...billions of beings
held in place by invisible forces 
atop a giant spinning orb
dependent on the charity of
mother bird's star warmth.

It's a golden time for earth and mankind 
conceiving and evolving

creating and mastering fantastic things
like flying machines and curing disease
searching for the key to the speed of light
planet hopping just on the horizon
unwinding the helix-dreaming in spacetime.

Ego, like algae bloom, enters the gilded room
disturbing the divine and pure nature of things
warring and serial raping...rinse and repeat.
Mankind so volatile so violent so unkind 
Careening toward another mass extinction.

The beginning and ending deeply set in scripture
trimmed and encrypted whittled down to imperfection.
With an ungodly amount of editing in between.
No wonder mankind seems detached and indifferent. 

Mother bird star warmth will remain 
long after the golden tide of mankind subsides.
She'll pulse her warmth to the next icy orb...
hopeful that grace will finally overcome ego.

Orion

These past few weeks, 
Orion’s been making his steady descent down the horizon.
This occurs yearly,
one thing you can count on through the world’s unending turbulence.
It’ll never fail to throw you from your cushioned seat 
face-first into forced adaptation
and deep discomfort.
Will there ever be a time where I can look to the horizon
without seeing the next bend in the road?
Will I ever not fear what’s to come
and what’s to be lost
as soon as I steal a shred of comfort?
My joys are here and now,
but I can’t say with certainty that I’m sitting there with them.
I’ll always be at arm’s length,
already halfway across spacetime
to the next star in Orion’s Belt.

Animating Innate Vibrance

Didn't Albert Einstein
say that space is also time?
that matter is also energy,
just another synergy,
and the universe is ours
in the space between two stars?
Does everything repeat
in the space between two beats?
and do my heartbeats frame
all spacetime by any name?
Can open minds and open eyes,
and open hearts see peace arise?
If I miss you 'tween two beats,
will I see you when it repeats?

Dear Michio, Goodbye

Dimensional slippage
conceived from without
Length, width, and height
time squared thereabout

Spacetime endemic
on gravity’s spire
Black Holes ill rumored
supernova inspired

Fourth, fifth, and sixth
but then nobody’s sure
With logic’s deception
embraced more and more

The system it’s flawed
in both structure and form
Pulling you into
the physicist’s norm

Till that day you falter
and turn from it all
When the out becomes in
— and you answer the call

(Dreamsleep: July, 2024)

The Philosophers Doobie

 Blue Lotus it feeds the Soul
 and Expands the Mind to Infinite Mode,
 Sacred and Wise
 a Leaf of Wisdom, of Light, and of Life
 Got me pondering mysteries I'm Infinity
 Ones and Zeros to the depths of Eternity,
 Breaching Spacetime with this Glorious Spliff
 Crossing the Ethers Adrift,
 I AM So High, I Drift the Abyss
 Thrice Born, My Mind Shifts

The Land of No Beginnings

To enter here is not to enter anywhere.
For time never was, and space was always illusion.
Thus to enter nowhere at no time
is to cross over into eternal always.

But where is this ‘Land of no Beginnings’?
Why can’t I find it?
It’s as though I could reach out with both hands;
pinch the fabric of spacetime, as in a dream.
I’ll tear it open this gashing psychic wound.
Unwrap my gift of timeless beauty.

What must end could only have begun.

Step through to forever be happy
in the land we never started.

I can’t go it alone.
You must come with me!
Only when you’re ready, of Course.
Hand in hand,
we’ll step through our tears together,
and forever be happy.

A Story Telling What Cannot Be Told

A noun

Such as nothing

Seems as permanent..

A verb seems moving

And temporary and

A denizen of spacetime..

The story continues:

A noun is verbing

Seemingly storying

Hinting at wholeness..

Which completes yet

Another story telling

What cannot be told...

Leaves of Frost - On Glass

Leaves of Frost (on Glass)
Leaves of frost (fueled by more intimate breathing that thickens glass panes)
interpose art, between life's adlibs and detritus. Should life mock
a dead stars' diasporic aspects. Through eons of "spacetime," mute
murals form fractals, eclipse all the patterns the mind of man dreams?
Day's light shines through cave windows we mold now above ground to shelter,
keep safe, things that life will hold dear, though they're death knell for entropy.

Fanciful cobwebs appear sans a spider (all somethings with brains?)
that gives motive to artist. Are thoughts then just patterns, a Rorschach
whose meaning's in eye of beholder, faux leaves etched on glass? "Oh shoot,
God seen here's present? Faith never had prayer, if God has no schemes?"
Though most needs do get met, is that God? Are such thoughts out of kelter?
You know? Life evolved to fit space, space to life? "What will be, will be!"


Brian Johnston
24th of December in 2022

Happening and Doing - Unity In Diversity

Resurrection Day Blessings:

I
Two as One, Many into One
Wisdom speaks of Dreamer and Dreamed
When Dreamer “sleeps” it is then IT happens
Jesus speaks of His Love for the Redeemed
As God and He are One, He dreams that for His disciples

II
Coming out of dream, back on earthy ground
My Beloved and I are one, ofttimes
We have wills of our own, individual drives
That redshifts the starlight, sometimes
Space is warp and time is the woof
I dream of Beloved and I as THE fabric, spacetime!

III
The Gravity of the dream is from she and he, to Universality
Could we become a rock with mass, Einstein’s MASSive energy?
D E N S I T Y
To warp the fabric of spacetime toward a Black Hole
In the universe, while seeking THAT universality?
Tat Tvam Asi, says the Sanskrit of Hindu philosophy
One, dreamed as many by the Master-Dreamer
Who will awake first: the DOING or the Happening?
In the metaphor, I am exhausted witness, surrendered yet doing!

Back To Our Future Universal

I
We perceived whole fabric of Universe Great Teacher
The woof and warf, and another dimension 
Cosmos flings debris on this Hammock Superior
Now: curvature in whole fabric as Mass alters Spacetime

II
If debris, rocks caught are so heavy for the Canvas
Beware more mass - the sags may join
Black and White: portal to Death or A Multiverse

Oakay

Reflections in a Golden eye
receivers lost in spacetime
our Withering Heights

Science Effort Again - Universe Looks Same and Flat

I
Why does the universe look the same no matter where we ( humans and telescopes) look?

II
The question is complex for this reason: an expanding universe from the Big Bang, has voids, columnar structure, and may be akin to the biggest sponge, between galaxies.

III
A possible answer is the theory of Inflation, and the role of theoretical.particles called inflatons. In the milliseconds after the big bang, inflation is said to have occurred. Quantum mechanics, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, speed of light ... explain if a small start to the universe is true, "homogeneity" in the universe depends on particles behaving in unpredictable ways.

NOTES:
1. A finetuned universe from Genesis / START makes the most sense. The theory of Inflation replaces the Creator with Inflation.
2. This theory has failed to produce the required FLAT SPACE TIME (a la Einstein) in experiments. Spacetime is a coin with heads and tails likely; our universe landed in the edge! ( Fine tuned?)

More Hopeful Inscriptions

"I believe through any trial
there is always a way"

Such profound belief
in powers of love
is hard for my hands
to honestly sing
and not shyly wave away

With integrity of my final
truthful say

But, still
I do silently believe
as polyvagal Health Theorists 
systematically play

Through any win/lose
or lose/lose trauma trial
we always do our best
in a more resonant
win/win therapeutic 
co-arising way

To both sing and standing dance
our most resiliently harmonic day

To withstand a more resistant
wounded child's lack of nurtured
healthy nature spirited way 
to robustly pray

In this
our cooperative
co-invested circle
of soulful gospel
sacred spacetime stay

I believe through alarming 
Othering trauma
of disabling marginalization,
criminalization,
commodification,
AnthroSupremacist colonization

Nonviolent multicultural compassion
is always our healthiest
act of win/win co-invested action
loving our wealthiest resonation

Drumming indigenously wise 
thrumming interdependent nations
restoring our humming 
resilient 
EarthJustice folkway.

From Stars

Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.  

Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire 
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings, 
We always were and will be.

Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.

But assembled with molecules,
                What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.

Uncharted Territory

YOU seem so quiet inside a whirlwind of pain

me; born without a mouth cries

life -- a tornado of simply dead objects

as anyone worthy bends as bruised weeds

i'm simply scorned //

if you =-never alive-= destroys me.

 

Must strangely be two conflicted souls

must be as my dying heart

But then you took my uninvited hand

inside a wondrous dream

into uncharted territory. 

 

I shall never confirm this reality

while ten foot tall -- chasing rabbits

and telemetry of the caterpillar captain!

Watching spacetime collapse into

into similar vibrating sounds of logic

whose proportion squeezes inside backward

history -- remember  love yourself first.

Then your head.

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