The infinite dot in the noosphere
hung in non-gravity space
between timeless universes
burst into bloom within blooms of galaxies
threaded together with hyperstrings
with no points to ponder on.
how did the mind form itself
from this precision
into a zoosphere?
we will never know or fathom how all things
came to be in our time
and atomic coordinates of god
man and object with a functional
meaning to be here.
look deep within yourself
and know that answers don't exist
for all the questions we have accumulated
for complexity and the biosphere.
instead verge on simplicity
as the creative force
that cobwebs all things
in a network of mindful physics
for the Now!
Author Notes
Thanks to Tielhard De Chardin for putting these thoughts into my head!
I am on a cosmic journey to ask some questions. So the writing will border on concepts that swirl around in a small head! That's all it is. Don't be afraid.
This is just a summer phase! It will pass and I will return to moonbeams and roses.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC
The infinite dot in the noosphere
hung in non-gravity space
between timeless universes
burst into bloom within blooms of galaxies
threaded together with hyperstrings
with no points to ponder on.
how did the mind form itself
from this precision
into a zoosphere?
we will never know or fathom how all things
came to be in our time
and atomic coordinates of god
man and object with a functional
meaning to be here.
look deep within yourself
and know that answers don't exist
for all the questions we have accumulated
for complexity and the biosphere.
instead verge on simplicity
as the creative force
that cobwebs all things
in a network of mindful physics
for the Now!
Author Notes
Thanks to Tielhard De Chardin for putting these thoughts into my head!
I am on a cosmic journey to ask some questions. So the writing will border on concepts that swirl around in a small head! That's all it is. Don't be afraid.
This is just a summer phase! It will pass and I will return to moonbeams and roses.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
