Category: Space

the imagination of perspective

the imagination of perspective

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under the lurking moon
the cool tide shifts
for sweat hides- swiftly now
leaves tremble- and turn
squirrels bury their treasures
the mother is tucking the edges now
the silks of spiders grows vacant

things change, even in a small lifetime, I can only imagine the ripples of time over long periods, like eons, not here, in this urban town, the burbs, the typical jersey suburb, parcels of land measured out, a lawn, a driveway, the american dream, it seems, with gusto and plows, concrete and asphalt, light poles strung like christmas decorations lining the parade route of the daily back and forth, I heard this was once farmland or even a chicken coop, but that was a different lifetime, before mine, but in my short observation, I have seen a shift in some and none, most of the birds remain the same, cardinals, jays, robins and the like, the rabbits of jack in spades have been a main stay, nervous little critters, then there are those canadians who really love to stay here year round these days, you would think they might explore the further south, and move to florida in waves, but perhaps compared to nova scotia this is like miami down, maybe they were there when I was younger, but I did not much notice the curious minions of northern parkway dogs like I do now, little watch towers looking about but oddly they seem smart enough (unlike a chicken) to cross the road as I can safely say I have not seen a flattened one, and least I forget the slyest of them all, the slinky foxes that skate along the hedge rows and meander in the shadows, to think all this life swirling about in just this tamed space, all it would take is a blink, and nature would roll into place.

la mort de la magie

la mort de la magie

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I often wonder, with eyes wandering, up into the sky, but I must confess such dreaming or such leering occurs mainly at night, for there is something so alluring to the night sky, the endless… …ness, and the endless possibilities, the light of a thousand, no, countless stars on shores far, and that light is only what I can see with these little periscopes I was born with, might I realign with my primitive self, around a fire of my own making, watching the embers dance into rise, twist-curling into the blackness dotted with life, to disappear, as if by magic, how those times are lost, I think, or think to much, should I shoulder back more into my remembrance, or want-to-be acquaintance to my ancestral self, somewhere in that DNA, lurking, sleeping, perhaps ignored even, a being, simply gazing up at the stars in wonder, has the magic of life died with such scientific circumstance? I think not but perhaps our gaze might shift a thought, can I fathom that light has to get on a bus to get to the next stop? such mundane things, or maybe light is just another path to sight as I survey it out, as I am seeing the twilight now, “now”… I chuckle a bit to myself now, in the knowing that the very starlight I delve to delight in is older than my self, or perhaps who knows? humanity itself… I suppose there is magic in that, time travel achieved in my own time by the bent of space, an illusion made concrete stone by scientific fact, or so I am told and read and was tested hence, no reason to doubt of course the courses, but a fairy’s wand might be a better professor instead, and by all accounts how would my life be bent, differently, as it were, if the magic of all things was once more restored as it were, just staring up art the sky with no answers but what eyes can only see, what the mind can conjure and conceive, am I projecting or is the universe projecting… on me?

(a rainbow made me ponder, for truly there is still magic at play in this realm, might I gather the dust carried from all corners)

yah… that is my actual photo from my car no less… for those that know Jersey… I say what exit to you rainbow!

musing on Miranda

musing on Miranda

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dearest Miranda;
might I reside in your tides for a time
to bathe in your other-worldly light
to concede the life outside of mine
might I float-
upon your swollen plains
to the hypnotic din of alien waves
and breath-
whatever air has developed there
to become
a member of life unseen
from our distant peeking sphere

the inspiration… ‘Study shows Uranus Moon Could Harbor Alien Life in Subterranean Sea‘ (nerd poetry, go with it eh?)

been sky

been sky

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been sky,
so there I looked-
and where there was once-
suddenly, as if siphoned off by a straw
or perhaps swirled down a drain
in a blink-instant
an atmosphere drained- into nothing
pairing mantle with space
a planet more like an asteroid
stripped of the veil
the cocoon-
but this is no metamorphosis
nor looking glass
unless –
unless the butterfly is?
unless the transformation is-
death.

to demonstrate how strange inspiration is (it truly is), this one popped into my head as a van drove next to me on the way to work this morning… the company was “Binsky”… and I read it in my head as “been sky”… so there you go…
conjecture.

conjecture.

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Absence of evidence is not evidence of absence.
Just a wonderful juxtapose to propose to your mind for a tumble, a rumble, a thought bubble, how to explain this axiom, this conundrum, this wonderful proposition, how to explain to the layman, the everyday man, the lap dog or his friend, simply put, you eat a peanut, and nothing happens, so therfore you are well put to think this is a harmless treat (could use a dash of salt perhaps), so your evidence is of no ill effect, because of the absence of said non effect, but this conclusion, while correct (for you) might not hold true, for another, with an allergy, who’s evidence, upon encounterance (of said nut) might lead to a dire circumstance, of sorts, so, if someone approached you, after you ingested (said nut) and said “that might kill you”, you might scoff, because of the evidence of your hand, but then you might consider the absence of another’s hand in the same matter.

so. does life exist out there? amongst the vast unending ocean of stars? for me I think certainly so. we have no evidence of this but the absence of evidence does not preclude the truth… or the persistence of life on our little cube… or … hope itself, perhaps the biggest foil to evidence itself.

notes… files this under word food for thought… your thoughts ? or food thoughts? I still think orange habaneros are the tastiest hot peppers flavor wise but I do love trinidad scorpion peppers…

the inner circle

the inner circle

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:pause, even here,
in one of my openly secret places I come
the cliffs of calvert
tower above the bay
as always I remember them
except window dressing
now and then, the light, the waves
or a plate of near glass
but in either way, a welcome hearth
I could go a whole universe
and not feel so loved by the earth
in just a coordinate, a spot on a map,
here;
so I pause,
watching the smallest of waves curl in from afar
like a sweeping hand, over and over arcs
a consistent caress under our single star, warming late summer
I see and hear the clamor of the bits of broken shells
for the whole ones stay calmly together, for now
I pick a piece up, for no other reason
no impetus, but for the random chance
and see the lines, the stark colors
the circles and invisible lines, and I think of the sky
the planets
how even saturn, or jupiter or
the other less famous suitors of fame
the hue’s house of colors,
the patterns, the swirls, the same
all right here, like little broken dull mirrors
lying about on this gentle shore
for me to find, and realize
I need not travel far to this wonder far
and feel the rush and thrust of creation
in all the broken pieces, out about my feet
as they are wound down to once more become
again recreated,
perhaps stardust for another beginning,
here, in my hand, all of history from death to birth.

Notes… although I had a terrible sinus infection most of the week I still came back from my annual trip to the cliffs a newly charged battery, perhaps a little wiser, smarter, calmer… until the grinder chews me up again, and then I will be due for my yearly appointment to those shores… a calling.

light.

light.

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for the night never does truly escape the sun
there is only that veiled curtain drawn
the pause of night-
the time to sleep, between the exhale
then, the awakening of the dawn
that always comes
always, until, well, not.
but the sun is never vanquished
only turned from our eyes
for a time
forgotten
for a time
in the spin
gravity’s fond trick
holds our feet strong
humanity, tethered to the earth
the agreed bond of our birth
until that release-
when our sight may cease
as dawn becomes all days
and then all nights
become all, all light.

notes… this post is based on my last post, sort of… just musing on the same topic and really enjoying the music this time out, sometimes I get it right, even if only for myself, welcome to my world folks, your thoughts and comments are appreciated but not vital, this is my thing, just throwing my art onto the shores of the world, so let it be and let each other be well… trust me on that…

Enceladus : Ocean Moon

Enceladus : Ocean Moon

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the veil of Enceladus

from afar
a cold blank stare
for generations the bright
capture’s the eye
then
with robotic lens aimed – (I see now, for myself)–
ice the sky is your upper atmosphere
but the ceiling painted with cracks like ice on here
firing sky scrape plumes out into space
plummeting down to the surface
and beyond in rings
for below this dead frozen mane
a great sea does froth and move
gravity squeezes and bends the dome
all inside this hidden domain
does life? does life… begin or remain?
the answer will come to us one day
but until then … ?
let an octopus dream – in a her own pen

notes: I am of the belief there is life in our solar system beyond the Earth, and even more wonders out there beyond our tiny solar system… so there is many layers to this poem in that respect… but make of it what you will, I can only write and let other eyes and minds decide.

on being interdimensional beings

on being interdimensional beings

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I have referred to this in the past as a feeling (mine in this case) of being a pilot in my own body, our body is more machine than we might suppose, even if we know, think about piloting a machine, all the things around that happen automatically, for this case, heart beating, lungs breathing, little red internal postman hemoglobin vehicles making numerous deliveries and pick ups, but then the conscious decision to push a button, lifting your arm, a totally different revelation, and sensations, the clusters of nerves sending intel back to your hq, you don’t tell them what to do they just send the information on through and your mind decides the course of action, or sometimes there is just immediate reaction, thusly a marriage of the two, a binary system, which leads me to think, if we do move on from this plane of existence, where would we go? and why is there scant evidence of this journey? I suppose that is why I am pondering our evolution from this dimension is to escape to our true selves, apart from the machine, just the energy of our creation, the end all be all of the human equation, for the universe saw fit to create us (me, you), of all the concoctions that could have been and all the possibilities in the multi/multi billions (incalculable really), but in that transference to another realm our learning would start again from that od a newborn for the familiar shawl of the physics of this world would be ripped from us and we would once again be cast naked into a void, how long would it take to attain speech and such things again? and the term “long” might not matter if we are then existing outside of the bounds of time, in fact time might be something we can look at like a book, whimsically picking a story on which to partake, out of order, or backwards, would it matter from a different dimensional perspective? and perhaps this is why ones can not communicate with those who moved on, the world we are in might not be capable at all or compatible or both, perhaps the next dimension this one we are in will be like a TV where we can flip channels and watch all of history from the dawn of time to end if we are not bound by such constraints as we only know here and now, but is there comfort in that? is that existence, will we know and interact, or be part of the undercurrent consciousness of the universe itself? could our existence now be the same, one link in the chain, as memory would be a different mechanism when the rules of the game are changed so drastically, with so many possibilities who is to say? but I rather like the idea…