The whirling worlds His Potter's Wheel
What Darwin sought His fiery kiln
To forge a Man So strong and smart
He takes the nest of stars by storm!

God shapes His clay. Behold a sponge!
He shapes some more. He has a fish
That dances in the waters deep
And Jesus laughs and claps His hands!
As yet they do not know.

God shapes His clay a  little more
Soon a creature stands before
Him on its little legs.
The creature walks but yet still swims!
God calls: His creatures walk on land!
But still they do not know.

God shapes His clay a little more
Soon dancing Dragons, Birds and Bears.
And Jesus dances on and on
But still they do not know.

Then finally, the Dawn of Man
The clay Lump wakes and knows!

A zillion mothers nourish young
a zillion fathers fight and mate

A Zillion years of fear and joy
A zillion years of pain and love
A billion years of work and stress
Of starving times and spilling blood.

All of this the price God paid
To make a Man of Mud.

He said the word and out of dust 
The Galaxies were hurled
For whom the Nebulae unwound                   
 And the Universe unfurled!     
For Whom by the THUNDER IN HIS VOICE
 THE FIERY STARS UNCURLED!    

He made every kind of rock     
From Amethyst to Geode.                      
By the spittle in His mouth
The Mighty Oceans flowed.
 For Him the Arctic lands 
Turned white
When by His will it snowed!
For Him the Mountains of the sky
Shouldered up their load.                                                                         ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                          
Praise the High and Mighty Genius 
Who created all of these: 
Nebula, 
Amoebas
 Great Forests full of Trees!   
He blew out from His mighty breath,
The Hurricane and Breeze!                                                                    ­                                                  
He planned all the Planet's paths;  
 Equinoxes and ellipse!
Apogee and perigee,  
Occultings and eclipse! 
He caused the mighty floods
And great torrents full of mists!

 He spitted out the LIGHTNING BOLTS 
And the Clouds of Silver Rains!
What He says, 'GO'  
Is gone like that,
And what He saves, remains!                                                                                                               
He makes the Plains as Mountains High     
And the Mountains High as Plains.
He colors bright the Star-sets wild,
And the Nebulae He Stains!  

He made the All of Everything  
Throughout the Multiverse.
He causes brand new Stars to light 
While others run their course.  
He gives each Life its own Free Will
For better or for worse.    

He catches all the THUNDERING WINDS     
And the breeze’s tiny sigh. 
He made the tiny Field Mouse       
And the soaring Eagles high; 
He paints the colors of the
Winds against the ageless Sky!                                                                   ­                                                       He threw the Devil from his place
Among the Holy Stars.   
He molded out proud Venus       
And He crafted ancient Mars.   
 He praises all His Lives for Peace 
And punishes for wars.
He flung by multi-handfuls out,   
The rainbow colored Stars.  

Praise the One Who made the Worlds,     
The Moons and Nebulae  
And made the ancient world of Mars
With its bleeding glorious sky!
He made Earth and Jupiter                                                                  ­                     
And painted Saturn's rings!
He made the Thrush,
And Whip-Poor-Will,  
 And the Nightingale who sings.  

He made the gentle, snow white Dove 
The  Peacock's fiery Tail.
He made the Minds of Undersea;       
 The Dolphin 
 And the WHALE!     
                    
Like a Master Weaver 
Weaved He       
Evolution's  path,        
Coloring life with humor,
Love, elegance and wrath!

He made the Universe a place  
That danced and came alive,
With every kind of Creature,   
Using all ways to survive!

When Dinos looked up at the sky
What Dragon Dreams did they desire?
What longings stirred their Reptile Hearts?
What set their scaly Souls on FIRE!!?

Evolution says the tomes
Consists of strength and skill not hope.
The ones who can out breed the ones
Who simply cannot cope.


But look! Most Dinos lost their genes
To Meteor's fiery, snuffling crash.
Skillessness was not the cause
That doomed them to a dead-end past.


But some did change themselves to Birds
With wings and ways to reach the skies!
Strength and skill were not their Ark:
The genes that longed to SOAR survived!

evolution or
creation or a
possible third choice

embedded in avatar’s
sequential chromosomes
novelspriteagelessBIRTHED
Soul protected       simultaneously                         PROTECTOR
free         __ALL WAYS
yet ………superlatively
centred within ego’s           ATOMS :::: Rooted

sent abreast by Lord of Lords
for
      a glorious journey of dualism  
      fractalised on Mother Gaia
      to ascend    again       spire after spire
                                            ALONE
           without Rapunzel’s locks

flying on back of North Wind
                  or whichever carriage

                          juxtapositions to
meet unique evolutionary tasks
                    
Soul hears His voiceless voice
directing  f o o t s t e p s           s
                                                    p
                                                 a
                                              E
                                            L
                                    
jum
       Ps

sightless sees jutting rocks
languid lakes    barrier obstacles          
stormy seven seas

exuding all colour
                         COMPosIng
                  luminous WHITE to dungeon BLACK
yet             colourlesstransparentcellophane
though
op-art  ||  check mate

                      both  KING and PAWN

soundlessly drumming beats
from 0hz to explosive BIG BANGS
up and down ladders
    w o o d  and   s  t. e. e. l.        
in depths of     blood
                                  less  states   VOID
                                
                             or

full-blooded beer cheers on stadiums
soccer balled || tennis raquetted || gym shoed
scream ecstatic Olympic     VICTORIES or
cry despair                           DEFEAT
                                          

silent   f e  r  o  c  i  t   ¥  
lies  inERT  birthing  ALERT at
b
   O
      T
         TOM   of  spine    w  a  i   T    i   Ng

to rocket shoot cracking all
seven wheels + codes
accessing HIGHER POWER SOCKETS
plugging in ~
                   dis
                        connect
                                       INg

dictating Heart rhythms
reigning in manipulations of mind
find Soul       where slugs crawl
                     where lions roar
                     where eagles glide
                     reclining in mitochondria
                    
find  footprints      when dawn breaks
                              into pink-peach DELIGHT
            when sun sets
                              as orange-magenta
                                                        AWE with whales sighing at dolphins leaping white
foam waves    ships sinking sailorS DROWNING   sharks at          BAY
                                 South Pole cold
Equator hot
juxtapose that which you see with that
                        which you see NOT
jungle pygmies with North Saxon Aryan
gladiators _embracing opposites
1.    2.   10. begin again…

an empty frigid fridge
dollar-less petulant purse
sliding along limpid linearity
to full cream honey cocoa sherry
black bean cake on birthday blast                
                            
                   CAFÉ TABLE FOR TEN

marula animation
espresso exploring appetite ~
seek Soul breath in    museums
                                   discos
                                   art galleries
                                   leylines
                                   pyramid sarcophagus
                 sea shores + desert sands of
                         NO     MAN’s   LAND
          
   HOT   COLD   ROT  NOT  SOT  BOT

eat roti
starve          blink stink crawl toddle stand straight
sow
know

seek Soul also as it lies
ADORNED WITH DRIPPING BLOOD
on rampaged battlefields scathing
exposing gaping wounds of sorrow
bones cracked dust to dust
unborn children dying
as womb is turmoiled
WITH GUNSHOTS CRAZED
a lone butterfly **** sweat salt  
                                                  
    |||\                 - ribcage o Pen

duality encoded within
that which wakes to work
that which curls under quilt
that which says      ACT in
split-second speed
baby is about to   f
                              a
                                  l
                                     l

that which says      m  o  v  e   NOT   AT   ALL
Divine timing in    _ COMMANDING.FORCE
transparent walking blue naked

         Soul remains Master of Juxtaposition

in  ~ ALL ~ | avatars | frequencies | masks | pen-names | shades | subtitles | subtleties| tones | tints | translations….

                LIFE =  light shadow
                            dark essentials
                    yin-yang ~
                                      winter  
                                                  spring    
                                       summer  
                                                   autumn
                
       Dualism  :   ultimate strategic game-plan
                      =  canvas unframed

touch explore            ALL-GREAT
manifestations of          CONDUCTOR

                          HEART
                  Bride and Groom
                  
exotic mind-free quark + rocket + Sky
beatingheavingpurestillness.presence
                                   LEARN • TEACH ~

molten CENTRE OF VIOLET FLAMED                  VOLCANIC lava
prison cell >   POWER

beautiful mind   receptive tool
loyal servant like no other
body _ornamental vehicle
housing senses refined
lifetime after lifetime
I flip _COIN
heads or tail ?

          juxtaposition     choice is a GAME
                of                    choose best card
              Soul                     use indigo intuition
                        
                all    designs   on    TABLE    if   YOU
                        have               EES        
                                               2  C   JUxpo

©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
    

        <~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>

From seed, to stalk, to sheave;
Like acorn, root, trunk, branch, leaf -
What are these
If not too living things?
Are us animals
Truly the only conscious beings?

Verily, they must experience;
And so it is only a logical inference
That everything must 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 existence.

That everything exists to experience,
That existence experiences everything,
That experience exists in everything.

That the universe itself must be conscious,
That consciousness is universal.

Yet, conscience is not?
Is not compassion & patience?

A seed too must crack its shell -
As like the bird & its egg,
So too like the ***** swims to fertilize.

Ignorance is universal,
As is logic.
The autochthonics.
Arrogance is universal,
As is virtue.
The migrants.

We who were of origin regardless all natives,
Yet by cataclysm made refugees.

We who have toiled have tempered;
We who too came from soil,
We who grew to learn to grow different.
We who found freedom,
In awareness of existence
By perception of perspective.
By guidance of
Time & Nature.

From labor after labor,
From fluctuation to fluctuation.
It is Evolution
Who is the savior.

It is we who purpose
Is balance & liberation.

And how would you live your life?
When no rules exist, how could you be
Where would you check your views
To whom would you run for clues?

You lay rules for all life; to live
A grid line on what and how to be
Not an inch your ideals bend
And no broader your wits extend.

But I don't just mean that you're strange
Every reach in history builds your range
But break your limits for once,
Let your instincts run amok; advance.

Once I was a caterpillar,
Curious but often naive,
Observing from the ground,
Waiting for my time to leave.

Then I was a luna moth,
Silhouette whispering to the moon,
Drawn to the heat and fleeting warmth,
Of men who did what they wanted to do.

When I was a black widow,
A man eater they'd say,
I lived recklessly in my villian era,
Until my empathy got in the way.

I think I'll try again as a hermit,
Not very brave but tired of bleeding,
I traverse through this sand,
Longing for a shell that won't demand meaning.