Dear Human
I am glad you came to me seeking rede.
Surprised that my intelligence is greater.
and different than yours.-nuff said.
You are wondering how this is possible?
Are species is pan galactic.- plausible.
All cells neuron’s as you scientists surmise ,
Terrestrial cells are 2-20 micro meters in length .Celestials vary in size.
Over time cells on earth grew are called hyphae.
Over cosmic time cosmic cells grew into huge hyphae .and then into hyper intelligence ..
Your more aware scientist think the cosmos
is alive.
.Our species on earth. create an organic network
It did not take much guesswork - just teamwork.,
In space races linked into one mind
A unitary mind -where no soul is blind ,
Before this happens Humans must stop war
Turn weapon into livingry, forever,
And put into practice works of Fuller too
The Cosmic envoys messages are due,
Also the Venus Project is important
If it is wisely installed not discordant,
I read your mind ,Child. .I jest not..
Lastly eating mushrooms are good for you.
Cook them in a pot.
Good for brain bones and flesh too.
Eating Lions Maine improves your brain..
Yours in unity
A Mycelium That Speaks
Categories:
unitary, courage,
Form: Other
One Word #17
Word: Story
Story, Noun, An account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment.
Solitary,
Pick up your pen and weave tales,
Of knights in armour, glorious honour,
And unexpected lovers.
Imaginary,
Allow a story of ink to flow;
The deep azure sky, days that fly,
And holding hands to pass by.
Fragmentary,
Small bits of a world that make one.
Fields of wheat and grass, sadness to pass,
And meeting a wonderful lass.
Unitary,
Unable to fight with one’s self,
The sun that will shine, a toast with wine,
Because we will be fine.
Revolutionary,
Having made this world of ink,
The beautiful night, the moon’s light,
And we both feel just right.
Solitary,
Pick up your pen and finish the tale,
Life and it’s glory, the wonderful story,
For the people you’ve made, for us, for me.
Solitary,
It won’t last, will it?
Categories:
unitary, adventure, books,
Form: Free verse
In the catalogue of my heart’s library
A word I scribe, magical and unitary
In the garden of my emotional culinary
I plant , I nurture, I prune a topiary
In the bouquet of my life’s choicest flowers
One adorable,I place above all the towers
In the album of my sweetest memories
One ‘s too dear to me than the treasuries
In the atlas of maps of my mind
A solo destination fruitful I find
In the orchestra of my life’s tunes
An enchanting melody to me allures
In the fleet of ships with my decisions ‘cargo
One to me is fair and free from embargo
In the chandelier of my life’s surprises
One thrilling to me hypnotizes
In the pool of my dreams and desires
One realized, lit up the bonfires
In the blend of the aroma that mystifies
One fragrance stands out with poise
In the box of life’s tempting chocolates
One trust-worthy tastes and melts with grace
In the cemetery, when life ends,I am laid to rest
I wish, I pray that its me first and you be next!
©Copyright Anulaxmi Nayak, 2016
Categories:
unitary, art, feelings, life, love,
Form: Rhyme