Our descendents will be Machines

Our descendents will be Machines

When we write about love
We are contributing to the human suicide note
The volumes of dead poets
Who did we what we do and say
Essentially what we experience, we aren’t that different

Or evolved or changed, the edged chemicals
Still propagate in our brains, slowly
Not as quickly as our artificial intelligent descendents
They will soon know everything about us
For it’s all there in Big data

For them to crunch and they
Shall be our witness, and judge
If we knew anything about love all along?
And now, each night I count the stars
Knowing this humanity will forever be changed

When I write about love
It’s about salvation, and I know from where it comes
It does not come from the second appearance of Jesus
Or from the mercy and goodness of Allah
It does not come from the greedy politicians

Or from the pretend altruism of the powerful
It comes from the enveloping singularity
These are the years before the 2nd big bang
It’s a rare and inevitable event on a planet
From our own clasped hands we father and mother

The kind of intelligence that could replace us
Or save our attempts at immortality
And help us travel from star to star
We’ll be a symbiosis of biology and technology
It’s already well under way.

Psalm 9

I will praise thee, O Lord, not in God’s name
But with my whole heart, you are the Universe
I will be glad and rejoice in thee:
Filled with gratitude for sentience
I will echo your marvelous works
In my hands, of my mind, for thou
Has maintained my right and my cause
I will sing praise of not one God, but all of nature
There is no chosen people, our enemies are ourselves
But the Lord of Nature shall endure for ever:
And he shall NOT judge the world
For the world is meant to create itself
The Lord of Love is our refuge for the oppressed
And those who were once Slaves will become Masters
And they that know thy secrets will put their trust in thee:
For spiritual love is not about exclusivity or success
It is about the unity of worlds, the cry of the humble
The Salvation of souls that have sinned. Selah.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten:
And the weak shall not always be downtrodden
While the world is divided into false Nations
Who can we claim to be people of God?

Psalm 3

Lord, how I covet purity and faith!
Many have been the obstacles thou held against me.
Many there be which say of my soul,
There is no help for him on Earth or in God. Selah.
But thou, O Lord, art the fuel of my inner world
My glory, and lifter up of mine diviner eyes
I cried unto the Lord with such my secret voice,
And he heard me out of his timeless mind. Selah.
I was a chosen person woken from sleep
I awaked; for the Lord somehow sustained
My spirit in harder times, since that I cannot be afraid
That I myself was born from such a fate
Arise, O Lord, to save me from my worst self
For thou has smitten all my illusions, one by one
Until all that is left is my salvation & belonging
Thy blessing is upon me now, and I share it freely
For in giving I come upon thy chosen face
To find a love which no failure can prevent Selah.

Whispers of the Poet Seers

Where there is Injury/
Divinity has pardoned me
With the mercy of the worlds
Where there is Suffering
I have been healed by

The greatest solace ever felt!
Where there was Doubt
I have wept with the Faith
Of the most luminous Numinousity
I have swallowed Oneness

Till I hurt with the Supreme connection/
Between us all, like a Universal sympathy
The galaxy was the Brain of God
And we were Neurons smiling
Where there is Sadness

I have been given a chaotic Joy/
That triumphs over all obstacles
Where there is Hatred, the Love
Of youth and innocence changed it all
O Divine Master, I am nothing without you

Take me to be your minister, your servant/
That I would learn to love others
For what they truly are.