The Brain, was designed
To run with the Cosmos
She catches splinters of the Heavens
‘Twere easier for her to renew
In our 20s her wild inspiration
And run evenly and true
With the genius of our star’s reach
To forget the past and invent the future
In a swoop of eternal muse
Find ways to create second chances
And build ships of light
From burning clay and barren cities
To trod the galaxies in search of hope.
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The Young Brain
In memory of the
Germination of words
I held dreams to the
Mansions of meaning
Remembering that myth
Permeated culture, a million
Notes within symbols
Hidden between the context
And the semantics
Of the dawn-wet architecture
Of how to think the same things
Each generation has thought
The important questions were
Immutable, a meeting place
Where all minds wound up
A municipal garden of intelligence
The corners and plaza where
Feelings, instincts and awareness
Intersect, like lightning
And the words meant nothing
They were only a bare minimum
Translation of experience
And experience wasn’t much
But a simulation of variables
An algorithm of sense
The salt and pepper of pulse-beats
Of time, but how the present
Was as untouchable and intangible
As ever, like a child who never ages.
Photo Courtesy:
Kosmos
The theory of life, well –
It is from the heart
That includes diversity, and unity
We exist in an amplitude of Nature
Cosmos and sexuality
The brain is our messenger
An audience of each other
The practice of living, well –
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It is two by two, in proportions
Of realism – spirituality
Aesthetic, functional, intellectual
Moral, the theory of a community
Is a body connected to other bodies
Minds intermeshed with all minds
The theory of life, well –
I see generations connected by dots
&
Points of light in time, doing what
Is necessary to the flavours of the moment
Achieving Oneness for the multiplication
Of genes and memes, prayers to the stars.
Photography Courtesy:
1. http://browse.deviantart.com/art/cosmos-137620437
2. http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Cosmos-sky-264333803
The Akashic Servant
My Brain is a network among the stars
In quantum curiosity, I am connected
Like a psychic network to all
I do not require intelligence
Only excessive sensitivity to sentience
A trance-state of the syllable of sound
Lyrics of all churches, all beings
My Brain is a channeled unity
The Lightning of the Cosmos playeth here
Like a chariot, or a vest, or a simulation
My Brain are neurons of serendipity
I am scaffolded, primed, pruned, trained
Transported by fate to divine service
My Brain is a network of illuminations
Grown soulful, with homesick eyes
Alive with the white sustenance of youth
And attachment to eternal themes
My Brain is intrinsic with possibility
A neuro-plasticity of the highest art
Of visitors, and occupations, and music
With narrow hands, to gather Paradise –