Reflections on Life. Colin E Knowles
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are stunned.
You see
The stark, archaic unreality
Of this doctrine
In the world around you
You turn to go
The voice whispers behind you
Remember
Blind faith and trust.
You walk into the marble foyer of the office tower
To the lifts and up forty floors
To the observation level.
Perhaps there will be meaning when you can see
The city all around you
Like a god?
The doors open and you move to the glass wall.
You see the city spread before you
Huge and complex
Patterns of humanity
Energy and movement
Cars creeping like ants
Through the box buildings.
You know there is order in this apparent chaos,
Somehow it works.
Man is restless and boundlessly creative
But do the blue sky, the distant green rolling hills
And the still sea of the bay beyond
Beckon you to a greater reality?
The cold, black, starry night sky
Spreads from horizon to horizon.
You look up.
You know that there are billions of people
Feeling, touching, living
On this airy, wet, rocky speck
In this one galaxy
In time and space
In infinity
So you ask this universe where is meaning?
The dark void whispers to you
You live in
An expanding cosmology
Of fields and forces
Matter and energy
Everywhere
Popping in and out of existence
Uncertainty and probability
Everywhere.
The classical absolute
Clockwork universe
Of touch and feel
Common sense
And blind religious faith
In an all powerful God.
Gone.
You live in
A universe of
Rubbery space/time
Mass energy equivalence
Light speed constancy
And a hoped for unity of all
But still one arrow of time
Flying into the future.
A universe created from a point of nothing.
A big bang.
Space expanding
Relentlessly
Curved
In and out
Cooling
But all hanging on to glorious
Symmetry
The stars probe your consciousness
And in the stillness
You are overawed by the immensity and potential simplicity,
The huge energies
Of it all.
Gradually,
Drifting away,
As the eastern horizon lightens.
The black sky and stars
Fade and vanish
And the sun rises.
Leaving the quarter celestial moon
Hanging in the sky.
You are on top of a steep wooded hill
Contemplating all before you,
The bush, the sky, the distant ocean.
The dark wood opens
And you step off the hill
Through the thick bush and scrub
Down to the river bank
Cluttered with broken trees.
Air vibrating with the sound
Of cicadas in the shimmering heat.
The river sluggish
Searching its way
Through the giant red gums.
You clamber and climb
Through the river edge chaos
Hints of the sea on the fitful breeze.
Opening and easier
You see the blue sky ahead
Through ti tree scrub.
Break out to the sea wind
Down the sandy bar
To the noise of waves and water.
You run to the sea and in.
The mass of boulders on the shore
Speaks to you
Touched by the waves
Of storms and still seas
Like the faintest murmur
A distant echo
In its time of eons
I was born from the magma below.
Cascading down
Until still and cool.
Worn away
Changed to sand
Scattered
Moved, buried and squeezed
Folded and lifted.
Transformed.
A new state
Reborn.
I age, wear
And change again and again
In a constantly repeating
Cycle of being.
The darkness rolls back
And light flows in
Assaulting you with meaning
Flooding over you
Warming you
Steadying you
And making you grow.
As the sky, the sea and the earth tell you
All things live in constantly repeating
Cycles of being,
Birth,