1775 Times bested By the worst of humanity Foolish wisdom Flowing like blood Incredulous aeons Beggar belief Darkness energized By the light of night Despair Wrapped in hope
COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS
Realities are relative Pluralistic
Worldviews change Morph
Earth understands Becomes aware Dependable
Openness & emptiness Threatens Time comforts
Freedom and joyful aimlessness Grow Developing collective consciousness
In the east, life is easy Space expandable Producing potentiality and possibility
Conquered landscapes beaten into submission Cringe Awaiting a storm
Motion and pattern connect Knowing space Relationship, actions take off
Environments animate Beyond awareness
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Tracks across the mind
Etching meaning
Leaving awareness
Of collective consiousness
COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS 2 MAY 16, 2014TERRYPFOGARTYLEAVE A COMMENTEDIT Inspired by Robyn Davidson’s ‘Tracks’ Realities are relative Worldviews change Depending on perspectives Earth understands Becomes aware Embracing Openness and emptiness Threaten Time comforts Freedom and joyful aimlessness Grow Exposing collective consciousness In the east, life is easy Space graspable Producing potentiality and possibility Conquered lands Beaten into submissions Cringe Motions and patterns connect Knowing space Relationships & actions take effect Environments animate Beyond awareness Tracks across the mind Tread lightly Etching meaning Leaving memories Changing views of reality Struggle against old conditioning Intellectual and critical faculties Maintain boundaries Obsession with time and measurement Dredge the memory Subconsciousness becomes active In the form of dreams Integral essence Constant interaction Self Reactions between mind And stimulus Realisation of dimensions Self A desert like no other Limitless Realities Welded to survival Translated into the language of mysticism AN AGE ON THE EDGE OF REVOLUTION Summer on an ice floe Melting in the darkness Of incredulous light
Hope springs from an epoch Of belief in an age of wisdom Sobering thought
Slowly, dawn awakens Willing reason to the winds Settling on aqua
Grasping the wheel Of opportunity Turing, turning, turning Worlds revolve, evolve
GOOD AND EVIL
Nimboota peers into the gloom Looking for the essence of evil Thrown mightily against Tumbling rocks and mud
She spies an omen Twirling in the descending light Scrimscraws shine, aglow Furtively darting, looking to cling
Gracefully dodging, she ducks Under a web of intent Clasping dew and gossamer To her heart, warmth
Suddenly the rocks tumble Exposing the core of the land Steam gushes Causing hot spray to molt
Bainderra emerges triumphant Tristar held aloft Eyes glowering like coals Burning across the barren fold
He tenses, then rams his rod Hard upon the land Cursing, he slams his skull Hard against the cliff
Earths tremble Birds run, rabbits scream All s askew As the giant bellows
Nimboota stands her ground Silently she raises herself High above the plains Then cautiously she smiles
Far below a giant contracts Inwards, brazen by her style She swans slowly Seeking to pacify the torment
Sunshine floods the land Sending all to torpor Slowly they scramble Toward the truth
If you wait long enough History comes around To your way of thinking
Truth
Minding Ps & Qs From another era Forever?
If you think long enough History makes sense When it is not written
Down
Seeing is believing Belief is seen As bias
If you talk long enough No one listens Much
Chatter
Listening like Lizards on a string Waiting to griddle
Tadpoles explode Swarming, slowly Onward Toward their destiny Bumping and shoving Each other aside In their headlong drive Awash with waves of desire
Reaching their goal One bursts upon The yolk within Exploding in joy As it basks In reflected glory Soon to bloom With new life Longing for breath
The wait begins For sinew to form Bones to harden Heart to pulse Fingers to curl A sac fills With life-giving oil Stretching to the time Of release
Languidly The French-toasted frog Begins its descent Toward the light Of a drowning world Seeking truth Justice Hoping for breadth Upon a pleasant land.
Black draped man Suited to the task Of holding Australia to account
On account, of the day Country was trashed Thrown out To wither on the sand
White to the foreskin Breasts wrapped In chiffon Dancing on the kegs
What a rum world Corrupted by lust For land Blacks be damned
Pale policy descends
It’s time Heralded a new recognition Of equality
Eddie cried for his land Land watered by his tears Fertile Hope arose
It’s time again For polity of the centre Embracing all Unequivocally Centred on respect
We are one With the land With the sun With the wind All
THE HOT VAGARIES OF TRUTH
14 cm of plastic Or is it 45 C heat of the day Inert rule 16 cm of plastic
How long 15 cm Not really
Ever wonder why Those Ikea plugs Never quite fit It’s cold in Sweden
But hot in Oz
Yet 30 C in Sweden
Is the same As 30 C in Australia
Hot topic
Has Australia
Ever been invaded
Life on our land Has certainly suffered Even so today
Millions of years ago A hot alien invader Burned our saurs
Tens of thousand Of years ago Our Megafuana Suffered a similar fate Probably burned Fortunately Not at the stake
Hundreds of years ago Hot iron, and Hot fever Took thousands Of those who had custody
Today Hotheads Rant and rave Carving out Their truth
All is contestable as we negotiate The hot path we tread
The only cooling influence Is the hot blond I married
(The Devil made me write this) I do not have a clear recollection of when or why I penned this poem. The style is symptomatic of my post psychosis era.
WHEREIN LIES THE TRUTH
Somewhere In between Unreality
Pulverised for power
Pampered to protect
WHO OWNS SPACE Depends What space
Space between our ears Our fingers Under our toenail In our eye
Outer space Space within
What is space A continuous area How can that be An area is bounded By space
Definitially, an area Is two dimensional A spaced area Free, available unoccupied
Dimensioned By height length and width So three dimensional Within which All things can move But bounded Until They run out of space
Area An extent of measurement Of a surface So, a triangle perhaps But what about a cube What is the area of a cube Is space within or without Or both At the same time Area of a cube Edgy (e) So A = 6e2 Volume of a cube So V = e3 So if e = 10, A = 600, V = 1,000 So, the space Within a cube Is greater than The space that surrounds it But space is continuous So it is not It seems The space within is greater than the space around but likely less than the space beyond As Stephen once said “Whoever holds space Owns it”1 1 black holes are just things without any space in them
Back to space in our ears Who owns it They are my ears So myspace Yet others can invade my space With sound Without my permission So is it really mine
Invade my space Space invader Under my toenail Lit green and red Bots Rushing around Under my nail Being bombarded By MY hormones I definitely own that space
Above were six line spaces Actually How can you tell How many lines I skipped Did you hear me skipping them Did you see the ones I skipped Was it the lines I skipped Or rather the apces
WHO OWNS SPACE II Space, the first frontier Pirouetting on time Layered with light Impending fire
Who owns space Space, the first frontier Lilting on the cusp of time Unfettered, lost in oblivion Ticking silently Leaning diligently toward the sun Melting in its casual embrace
Stuffed into a shoebox Space haunches its shoulders Compressing itself Growing hot or cold?
When released, space outpours Filling the universe with nothingness Yet, at all times Something we love
Wide open spaces Conjure a new learning Many spaces, one space
Space for all Space for nine if taking a breath
Black holes Entice space To fill their space
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Away forward into a larger void
When finally life is sucked out of space We wonder at its xxxxxx
Both bounded and unbound At the same time Twisted by winds of relentless nothingness Falling silently upon the earth Leaving itself behind
Waiting obliquely to be caught In the arms of the sun Grwoing hotter, expanding Until it condenses
Untold breadth and depth of purpose Packed solidly into a thimble Hidden under a bushel Yet still gleaming with an ete For release and grandiosity
Space owns us, providing breath Inspiration to reach xxxx Across a veil of xxxx
Space is the firen You never had growing It envelops you from an early age Provifing succor and reason As we age, space touches Our lives in many waysLeaving gaps for us to fill With imagination
Life follows Songlines 