in truth I am two
one inside and one outside
a mirror between
of late – I don’t know –
has become my daily chant
a mantra – almost
does our ONE earth too
have a crack down the middle?
what’s it like this place?
shared with an alien
no story will be alike
which does not surprise
we are all aliens
to ourselves and the other
a diversity
which can’t be controlled
by factions who invest in
power as they might
the ideal of ONE
is an enigma veiled by
a mysterious station
beyond birth and death
or where time shortly pauses
between each new breath
love that inspires
the yearning for one being
weaves through the unseen
yes, my chant is sad
but wings forever unfold
hello horizon …
Winding the clock back to before events were recorded in writing and ordered along linear timelines, folks across the globe unified their beliefs through countless symbolic creation myths, none the same, and much more fun than any Big Bang theory, which, in any case, must surely relate to only one among many big & small bangs. Since record-taking, everything supposed to have happened has been arranged around a spine and neatly ordered, chaos tamed into a clearly delineated map of history. It is a beautiful logical structure, mirroring the cosmos, nature, plants, the human body, the brain.
The concept that all is one in eternity and everything in the universe connects to everything else is ancient, if difficult to uphold in daily life. And here comes our century with its digital multi-perspectives. Bones are loosened from the spine and make a mess of our time map. The neat rules of cause and effect science has used to build reliable calculations are re-shuffled into surreal dreamlike possibilities, while we cling uneasily to our everyday three dimensions.
Information is spinning so fast that old beliefs drop into vast seas of information (energy,) so turbulent; we must decide where to place ourselves and chart new destinations. Think uncertainty principle – position of particle – momentum of wave. Solutions waver. What does humanity want? What is its purpose, its vision?
The deep sea of information, like the unconscious psyche, is tossing unpalatable errors of judgement into the light, dark stuff, requesting acknowledgement and inclusion, personally and collectively. My – I don’t know – mantra resist all stale answers and advice, other than inklings from the spirit of inner guidance.
Within the ONE innumerable realities exist together … heartlands of strangeness seeking ever new formations. It intrigues and troubles me that the escalating complexities of life might result in social decisions being assigned to data crunching artificial intelligence devices. Our roots might shrivel. Where would we be without the stories drawn up from the inner worlds of the imagination. I wrote about it here:
P L Travers says … nothing is truly known until it is known organically … this chimes for me. There’s even a hint as to the why of human existence.
exasperation, when anyone uttering, ‘Calm down,’ deserves a punch.
Course of Mirrors 