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Profound Words

Wisdom Speake

Space is not just nothing. It contains everything.
Mystery is its essence. A darkness profound
Fully blankets the consciousness in the unknown.
It is by our human nature that we are prone
To consider space travel because we’re earthbound.
More than anything else, space is interesting.

Whether pondered mentally or actually,
Rather than just a mystery, space is perceived
As a function of whatever solids it holds.
Within it every kind of occurrence unfolds.
This enveloping enigma must be believed
To be real as it’s known scientifically.

Intervals there are of space. It is connective.
You are not a flash of consciousness that occurs
Between two eternal periods of darkness.
You’re an integral part of the cosmic process.
To each thing that exists everything else refers.
The deepest realm of space is that in which we live.

Earth is not a big rock infested with living
Organisms any more than your skeleton
Is bones infested with cells. You are a symptom
Of the earth. It’s not necessary to become
What we are already. Our full integration
With existence is one wholesome awakening.

Wonder

The Zest In Life

On a rock unimportant that circles a star
Insignificant on the outer edges of
A small galaxy nestled away in deep space
Is a petri dish species called the human race.
It’s a feeling of Wonder. We happen to love
This bizarre circumstance no matter who we are.

…At least, that’s how I think other folk would respond
To the weird situation consciousness is in.
I know some people tune that right out of their minds
And rely on fake thrills and rubbish of all kinds.
Insignificance blossoms until I begin
Noticing everything to which all have a bond.

This rock produces people as the apple tree
Generates tons of apples throughout its life span.
Alien life would find us most significant.
All that remains peculiar is also brilliant.
Can my eyes of a child make me a better man?
They were given to me so that I choose to see.

Between faith and belief, there’s a wide difference.
To believe is to wish. It’s a kind of a creed
Or a fervent hope that a certain thing is so.
But faith means there are things that I don’t have to know.
Hanging on to the rigidity at light speed,
The sensation of floating describes my suspense.