The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are conscious of the universe as it is.
Cycles of experience breed the contempt of familiarity.
No thing remembered is ever again seen as it is,
But is laden with barnacles of meaning
Fed by daily tides of bodily needs and social demands
Tied by similar frequency and form to patterns of personal purpose
For each being’s accumulation of preconditioned perception.
The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are curious about the universe as it is.
Answering the questions one is expands experience to new mysteries
Strokes of color chosen and placed to reflect one’s personal picture
Of the constant universe in hues of one’s changing awareness of it.
The natural diversity of painters taught by personal experience
Comprise a holographic gestalt of the universe as it is,
Infinite, purposeless and indifferent to the myriad images.
The universe is infinite and purposeless.
Newly born are active in the universe as it is.
Walking in the wilderness yields wonders and hazards.
Satisfying curiosity about the wonders requires risking the hazards.
Walking within civilization's certainty terminates wonder and hazard.
Curiosity about the certainty requires understanding its purpose
So multifaceted as to consume any concern for nature as it is:
Always indifferent to all the intentions that may be imposed
And the blindness purpose brings to seeing the universe as it is.
It's never too late to be new born.
The purpose of shedding purpose
Must also be shed in its turn.
5 comments:
This post is clear and concise. This line puzzles me, is it the plural use that throws me.
Answering the questions one is expands experience to new mysteries
Punch,
Thanks for asking;
Put simply: ONE-IS-QUESTIONS
Put less simply: heeding one's natural curiosity by seeking to answer those questions that naturally arise from our last answer expands curiosity, thus the growth into experience of new mysteries. Curiosity, the engine of the mind, is the question one's life is the period for contemplating the answers to; One's personal version of purpose.
Ultimately, scrupulous curiosity leads one back to seeing the universe as a newborn, as it is, with the added depth of experience in the possibilities and dead ends of the myriad innovative versions that arise from the stillness of purposelessness.
shedding the culturally imposed clothing is as fine a path to understanding the universe as any.
W-(fucking)-O-W
A great swirling galaxy of a poem, shot through with comets of insight; a black hole that dragged me thru and spewed me out on an alien beach of wonder. Dood!
"No thing remembered is ever again seen as it is,
But is laden with barnacles of meaning"
Dood!
Walking Man: Naked I came and so I go.
Pisces: Black holes are the bronchi of the cosmos breathing in particulate matter of quarks and quasars and exhaling free radical ideas.
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