The Universe Complete
IV
Order of the Universe
Woe to the person who
would think the universe should follow their order, desire, design, and woe to
his doubtlessness compelling others to think all is preserved in the ways of
his belief, and thinking! …
Instead of submitting himself humbly to the
guidance of providence, God, to share in his discovers, he leaves out epicenter.
If s/he and his kind could only foresee all the
misfortunes they bring upon themselves and others by not recognizing the full
equation:
if one item is left out of the circle, it is not
complete;
if one item is missing, something from all is
missing, and must be filled with something else that is unworthy.
He throws a javelin into a crocodile’s eye to keep
him at bay, lest his followers by and by, learn the truth other than his;
He has an ebon portal; he will bury history to save
his hypocrisy.
How then can truth prevail, when truth is no more
than what you wish it to be, this day or that day, or any given day?
When truth is not in rebellion, let it fall where
it may, do not harden the heart to make it fit one’s prejudices.
Be a true to thyself, and be a truthful scientist
that knows what he doesn’t know—is something to be learned, if indeed s/he can
be a listener.
Is it not true: one should know what one knows and
doesn’t know, but should know how to find or what direction to go to, to find
the answer to that knowing?
Know that the universe flows beneath the windows of
God’s eyelids.
And those with closed hearts, and minds are hurled
into dark waters to become food for the monsters of the sea!
Such a body will never surface, bloated with
convulsions of agenizing cries, never to find the truth from the lie.
The Universe Expands
The Universe expands
like a fat man’s belly, that is to say:
the Universe, in a like manner: with all its new
born and present stable suns and moons and planets, and orbs and all its
un-stabilizing explosions, and black holes and rebirths, and new galaxies, like the fat man, inflates.
If there is a point to where enough is enough,
who’s to say where that point is but God?
There is an end to the universe, but that end,
extends.
The Universe has expanded for fifteen-billion years
of growth, from a mass of black matters— pro and con: like man’s automatic
nervous system: energy vs. energy, one pulling, and one backing off: a universe
that was empty, to a universe now full of everything.
We reside in its quiet time, when it sleeps in a REM
dose.
Still man is like a jellyfish, he can’t get a grip
on it, —as far as theological views go—
These sort of people unconcerned, such hide their
emptiness, through evasion, their voice rises out of the abyss of death, where
resides their final and fatal light—; unknowing the universe of ‘before light’ and who gave that
spark that ignited all.
They don’t understand, or wish to: the theme of formation,
its Universe, its Creator, is not set down for one, in one place, but for all,
in time and space:
to be gathered like golden nuggets, when God
decides within His time and space,
allows, man to stop taking baby steps, and can leap;
But we must not forget, it is His, not ours.
It is a journey, and we must follow God’s lead.
First the physical, then the spiritual, the boat
will not float, any other way.
From there, we then must derive all its meaning from
the whole and from its end.
We are the only civilizations in time past, having
a hard time to grasp God’s formation, His conception of the universe, because we
have allowed God’s complete absence within our thinking: which is equally
important, to the universal equation.
In time past this was something
incomprehensible.
But it is at this very moment, in the year A.D., 2016,
God’s quest, is I believe to open a new page, a gateway to wonders discoveries:
to let the faithless people come in, or wander
aimlessly into another sphere if they wish—
And for those who hold an opening to God’s awareness
in all this, s/he holds history in one’s hands, and the source of all power and
understandings of God’s motion, in the Universe He created, and we live, and
that expands.
#4257/ 6-4 & 5-2016
The Universe Intertwined
V
A vision received of
Christ in the middle of the night in June, 2014 by the poet.
Man must not become
headstrong, unendurable, or mettlesome, nor can he not afford to bear
contradiction!
Those who look long into the light are often times
the ones soonest inflicted with blindness (arrogance and overbearing)
Man, God, Matter, —God wants to overwhelm us with
discovery, but together.
Discovery must be above aggrandizement—
To man, science is a white elephant, to God it is
just an ant, man has discovered, and is learning about, in His long catalogue
of physics within the cosmos—
His architects!
He makes us calculate, as if to say: how many silk threads
of ells will it take to cover Angkor Vat!
There is no charm in all this, doing it alone!
#4258/ 6-4-2016
The Living Universe
VI
Underneath the Universe she palpates as if with sanguine
ardor, as if she drinks the magic of the gods.
She hisses and expands: loud she bursts, and
piercing she is.
She ripples with molting heat, and coiled verminous
translucent light: flowing eyes, fair and fertile.
She belongs to a jealous owner, who resents no
intrusion, lest it should come with evil intent!
And deeming themselves secure from his observations,
bear in mind He is her creator, as well as theirs!
The Universe is elastic, a living thing, always
moving her substance always in motion: filled with orbiting globes, nebulas
glow, — drooped like branches, and looped like horseshoes.
She wears a threadbare tunic of matter, antimatter,
atoms.
She devours suns, broken easily under her teeth,
swollen, suffocated to a strange fever,
tossed into a black hole, wider than earth’s solar system, then passes them
quickly in her belly—
To her bemusement, she creates a new galaxies with
new voices, falling from nonchalant heights, from that old used up substance.
Her benevolent drums heavy with ominous echoes,
albeit of no language, looking up the thick boughs of her formation, to her
Creator, she beholds Him, He that inspired her creation!
Man should do likewise!
But man has lost himself into a garden realm of
black fruit: blood dark fruit, and there he stands among the stirred shadows of
his mind, and says, ‘There is no God!’
Man has brandished a great sword in front of God’s
face, light has seared his vision, and he will find himself running—
Running himself off a topless cliff.
To a cavern-mouth to be swallowed up.
And all he will hear is the laughter of the colossi
demons—still burning at hell’s entrance.
And thus plunged incontinently into the dark ebon underworld.
#4260 6-6-2016
