I have been Homer
And like Ulysses
Soon I shall be Nobody
I shall be all men
I shall be dead
Amor Fati
— inspired by Borges’ The Aleph
Author: Bicameral
Two becoming one. A hopeful soul seeking the best way to live. An engineer, philosopher, writer, and poet seeking his place among the stars.
Flowers
Cut from the womb
Like a flower from its roots
We begin to fade
Into beautiful oblivion
A screaming ride
Or a gentle glide
Most beautiful close
To our rebirth
Into the Sky
As a freebird
We stretch
For that last
Ray of Sunlight
Enjoy our last Moon
Before we are drawn home
Into the original womb
The Black Sun
As above
So below
As within
So without
Oh to know
How beautiful
All these flowers
As they are
In the Eternal Now
the star falls
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that that patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
— Jorge Luis Borges
once upon a time there was an old star who had thought it had seen everything…
one day it spied with its timeless eye a small blue gem…
what is this new thing covered in blue water…
suddenly, without warning, the star began to fall…
faster and faster…smaller and smaller…until he could fit on the head of pin…
blackness…and then there was light…a bright wet light…
no memory of who he used to be and was still yet up there in the sky…
one day a bird was heard singing by the Hu-Man boy…
but that is another poem for another time…
many adventures await the Hu-Man…
fly you fools
White Rabbit
There is only one moment and that moment is now.
I am always omnipresent when I write now. I cast my rod out/into the Cosmos seeking nothing and I always find just what I need now.
Why is that?
How is that?
Well….
There is only one Event, not a chained series of events happening in time, the always flowing stream through the center of existence.
The Garden, all flows from the center outward.
That Event is always happening now outside of time, entwined in time.
We were pushed down a rabbit hole by a white rabbit.
You must always follow the white rabbit.
So what brings us to Now?
Presence.
Abiding presence in the flow of the ever happening now.
So what takes us out of now?
Illusions in time.
Can you dig it?
It’s deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppp…………
Destiny and Fortune
The terms have been set
The lines have been drawn
The sides have been chosen
Now the Game will play to the end
Watch the bouncing red ball…
It is beyond comprehension
It is beyond understanding
Who can carry such a thing
Only without thought
I am not worthy of this
I am not strong enough to bear it
But somewhere inside
I feel to let it all ride
Spin the wheel
I AM a Human Being after all
Go for broke boy
Now is the time
This is the moment
Swing for the stars….
drip
this moment of freedom
it drips from the sky
like orange marmalade
when I was a boy
i dreamt of being king
i melted down my crown
now I stand
on the edge of eternity
filled with starlight
to know yourself
swirling
a mote in gods eye
killing time
towing the line
shattered dreams
windows of meaning
bubbles popping
don’t leave yet
so many pretty
things to see
just waiting to be
on top
in the center
of a lost soul no more
a gentle whisper heard
fairies dancing mid air
beating hearts echo
what does it mean
it means
now is living
The Honey of the Lotus
Consider the honey bee
So bound to the dance
A wiggle
A waggle
—
“O my Lord Kṛṣṇa, I beg to offer my prayers unto You. My mind is like the bee, and it is after some honey. Kindly, therefore, give my bee-mind a place at Your lotus feet, which are the resources for all transcendental honey.”
Who are all these lonely people?
I have found simply…the sweetest honey.
The Atoms Are Dancing
Atoms dance
Making fun
Of Love
——-
Samadhi…when all your atoms move with the Cosmos like a flock of birds. You know it when you feel it.
Illusions…every word.
I awoke to hear a line from a poem I never read…”the atoms are dancing”. Of all the things God could say…it’s first words to me were that.
This is my moment, the one you start laughing and never stop. Rumi seems to have had the same thought.
Imagine that.
—
Poem of the Atoms
O’ day, arise!
shine your light,
the atoms are dancing
Thanks to him the universe is dancing,
overcome with ecstasy,
free from body and mind
I’ll whisper in your ear where their dance is leading them
All the atoms in the air and in the desert are dancing,
puzzled and drunken to the ray of light,
they seem insane
All these atoms are not so different than we are,
happy or miserable,
perplexed and bewildered
We are all beings in the ray of LIGHT from The Beloved,
Nothing can be said
Tears of God
I felt god crying
Surrounded by all this beauty
Isn’t it a pity
What I feel
I can’t say
Who am I
Without you
By my side
I give my love
From every point of view
I’ll try my best
To make everything succeed
Who am I
Without you
By my side
What is my my life…
Who could I be without you
Always have you been by my side
My life is nothing without you
…inspired by George Harrison almost word for word. I only wrote the first line.
Really, who can be original anymore?
You need roooooomm.
You need to slooooooooooowwwwwww down.
There you go…now clap.
Nice….
Have you ever felt god crying?
Why yes you have my dears….
You and I are Her tears…
Ashes of Love
flame casts no shadow
all can be seen by its light
source consumed
light and heat radiate
toss it all on
enjoy your feast dancing fairies
oh how they dance before me
over me and through me
captured in their beauty
i willingly give myself to
those dancing crimson flames
light and heat consume
love knows
no limits
no flesh
no fear
nothing can stop its dance
you can find me there
a pile of ashes in the corner
Quantum Heart 