Archive for Consciousness

Conception

Posted in health, kids, love, Mental Health, Poetry with tags , , , on October 28, 2014 by Graeme Cooper

Jagged fears stab

The nerves like tiny,

Slivers of glass, shards

Of the shattered crystal peace,

Which came as a wedding gift,

That December.

Its glacial presence,

Its pure, singing, note,

Now fractured and falling,

Wildly refracting spectral colours,

Fleetingly beautiful before it

Hits the ocean below.

Going under, it spins, simultaneously

Melting and drowning,

Disappearing and assimilating,

Its diluting purity poisoning,

The saline sanity of the sea.

Until, gasping for air,

We awake together,

Reverie broken.

Your soft breath soothes me

But the inaudible whisper of another heartbeat

Says something has changed.

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Without Love, This Happens

Posted in death, love, Mental Health, philosophy, Poetry, writing with tags , , , , on October 4, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Consciousness

Is too much.

We are not

Primitive enough.

 

Instinctive sense

Of smallness and place

In something bigger

Is drowned in ego.

 

We are just enlightened

Enough to see our folly

But unable to escape it

Except through death,

Which we pursue wildly,

Whilst trying to pretend the opposite.

 

We cannot afford to admit

That self-destruction is the only path

Which makes any sense

Whilst gorging on annihilation

Chemical, consumerist, religious or military.

 

If death is the last great adventure,

Why do we live?

More primitive species know

But are unaware of knowing.

We are aware of not knowing

And it will destroy us all.

 

And then, I look up

From my reverie,

See you smile,

Your eyes turn these words

To vapour

And everything is easy and fine.

 

You wordlessly take my hand,

Lead me into the garden.

I am whole.

I am home.

Inspiration

Posted in music, philosophy, physics, Poetry, science, writing with tags , , , , , , , on February 12, 2013 by Graeme Cooper

Flashes.  Glimpses.  Snippets.

Ethereal, not yet hard wired.

Comfortingly out there.

Not to be siezed or chased,

But allowed to mix and land,

Fully learned.

 

Channel surfing the quantum mind,

Not parallel but concentric, eccentric,

Ecletic, electric,

Like static but not still.

A white noise simaltaneous symphony,

Of infinite possibility.

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