Our Singing Stone
© Surazeus
2018 01 30
The universe is formed from sparkling light,
particles of matter we see as light.
Small atoms pulse inside our bubbling cells,
spinning in wild vortex of conscious wells.
Where atoms link in elements of force
they spiral in vast webs on vital course.
When atoms evolve into dreaming brain
the concept of God wakes up in cool rain.
Each atom beams in triangular flash
that spirals pulsing in material mesh.
These atoms of our bodies glow with soul,
loners singing to join the tribal whole.
God dreams the universe through every eye,
blind mortals learning by researching why.
Our brains are bubbles of self-conscious souls
who survive by inventing social roles.
We float in pneumatic sea of one mind,
woven together by stories that bind.
Each individual seeks their truth alone,
then shares their visions at our singing stone.
Each human face is the mask of one God,
first mother planting seeds in fertile sod.
Come hold my hand and sing on river shore
so our shared spells help us understand more.
The world view we once shared now falls apart,
so we design new universal chart.
No conscious god created all we see,
since we evolve from warm womb of the sea.
Mothers weave our bodies from molecules
that interact based on chemical rules.
Six electrons connect tight carbon rings
that beam our conscious souls with angel wings.
© Surazeus
2018 01 30
The universe is formed from sparkling light,
particles of matter we see as light.
Small atoms pulse inside our bubbling cells,
spinning in wild vortex of conscious wells.
Where atoms link in elements of force
they spiral in vast webs on vital course.
When atoms evolve into dreaming brain
the concept of God wakes up in cool rain.
Each atom beams in triangular flash
that spirals pulsing in material mesh.
These atoms of our bodies glow with soul,
loners singing to join the tribal whole.
God dreams the universe through every eye,
blind mortals learning by researching why.
Our brains are bubbles of self-conscious souls
who survive by inventing social roles.
We float in pneumatic sea of one mind,
woven together by stories that bind.
Each individual seeks their truth alone,
then shares their visions at our singing stone.
Each human face is the mask of one God,
first mother planting seeds in fertile sod.
Come hold my hand and sing on river shore
so our shared spells help us understand more.
The world view we once shared now falls apart,
so we design new universal chart.
No conscious god created all we see,
since we evolve from warm womb of the sea.
Mothers weave our bodies from molecules
that interact based on chemical rules.
Six electrons connect tight carbon rings
that beam our conscious souls with angel wings.
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