Botanical Garden of Metropolis
Here, future earth baths in the sun,
Nature revered, respected,
planned and produced,
manufactured by sentient Nature itself,
In the guise of the homo sapien
Lakes’ reflection reflects world,
endowing Nature with the magic
of neurological-mental reflection
Hear, Earth emitting sound waves
reacting with consciousness, language
creating concepts, sensations,
fantasies of reality made by reality
In the guise of the homo sapien
Wind sings softly
Words of World
through neurological-mental reflection
Botanical garden of Metropolis,
here hear reflections sing softly,
endowing nature with words of world
All manufactured by reality itself
In the guise of we natural homo sapiens
Reality in Potential
In severe silence,
the shallow seconds between functional thinking,
the Eyes of Existence
will show the One, the One universe
Lo, what deep, despondent, darkness
Darkness surrounds!
Death loams in the shadows
Undetermined unknowns threaten to destroy
Lo, Death awaits, tis certain
Yet, in that overwhelming darkness is freedom,
the white web of potentiality
Consciousness creates reality in infantile fantasy
Objective Reality shines forth as only
the total working of the architectural mind
See now, ivory illumination immersing infinity
Yes, certainly, welcome to the only light,
the light of the One universe
Thou hast espied through the Eyes
Eyes of Existence,
sweet apparition of the One
the One, the One Universe,
Universe of united mortals
Homo sapien civilization and its benighted wisdom
fabricating a shared consciousness
through life, through love, through language.
The One, the One Universe,
no subject, no object,
only human thought-language
harmonizing human actuality,
harmonized in turn by Being and the white web.
In severe silence,
the wasted life between memories and duties,
perceive thou fabricated reality as such
Redefine thou hollow art, thou strange estranged religion
Thou precise philistine philosophy, thou existence
In the dark doom of unmoving silence
one must learn to see, indeed listen
with the Eyes of Existence
For now, use mine.
See more poetry at: http://www.canonmagazine.org/contributors07_08.html
Here, future earth baths in the sun,
Nature revered, respected,
planned and produced,
manufactured by sentient Nature itself,
In the guise of the homo sapien
Lakes’ reflection reflects world,
endowing Nature with the magic
of neurological-mental reflection
Hear, Earth emitting sound waves
reacting with consciousness, language
creating concepts, sensations,
fantasies of reality made by reality
In the guise of the homo sapien
Wind sings softly
Words of World
through neurological-mental reflection
Botanical garden of Metropolis,
here hear reflections sing softly,
endowing nature with words of world
All manufactured by reality itself
In the guise of we natural homo sapiens
In severe silence,
the shallow seconds between functional thinking,
the Eyes of Existence
will show the One, the One universe
Lo, what deep, despondent, darkness
Darkness surrounds!
Death loams in the shadows
Undetermined unknowns threaten to destroy
Lo, Death awaits, tis certain
Yet, in that overwhelming darkness is freedom,
the white web of potentiality
Consciousness creates reality in infantile fantasy
Objective Reality shines forth as only
the total working of the architectural mind
See now, ivory illumination immersing infinity
Yes, certainly, welcome to the only light,
the light of the One universe
Thou hast espied through the Eyes
Eyes of Existence,
sweet apparition of the One
the One, the One Universe,
Universe of united mortals
Homo sapien civilization and its benighted wisdom
fabricating a shared consciousness
through life, through love, through language.
The One, the One Universe,
no subject, no object,
only human thought-language
harmonizing human actuality,
harmonized in turn by Being and the white web.
In severe silence,
the wasted life between memories and duties,
perceive thou fabricated reality as such
Redefine thou hollow art, thou strange estranged religion
Thou precise philistine philosophy, thou existence
In the dark doom of unmoving silence
one must learn to see, indeed listen
with the Eyes of Existence
For now, use mine.
See more poetry at: http://www.canonmagazine.org/contributors07_08.html
