The One Mind

(Picture Credit - io9 com)

Quarks, photons, gluons: sub-atomic particles:

Quantum fluctuations

That wink in and out of existence.

Where do they come from?

Where do they go?

 

There must be somewhere else.

Somewhere beyond our space and time.

Outside our multiverse,

Our Realm.

A parallel dimension next to ours.

 

Heaven?

Who knows?

 

We ourselves are made of particles:

Many a water molecule,

Blinking in and out.

So in effect we are dead

As often as alive.

 

But am I God?

Are We God (assuming You are Real)?

Yet we have little power.

We can’t be God.

 

Maybe We are The One Mind,

Dreaming all together.

Dream Creations in our very own Dreams.

Within our virtual, mortal shells.

 

We are caught in an infinite,

Vibrating energy stream,

Perceiving an illusory Virtual World,

Living the Dream together indeed:

The One Mind.

 

Paul Butters

Filming

(Picture Credit - Film Director by Raindance org)

 

Film and television cameras:

Roving eyes for many of us.

But are We the cameras on the world

For an audience somewhere out there

Beyond the stars?

 

Our world: a studio for countless films.

The animal race a production crew

For programmes watched by spirit beings.

 

And who collects these reels of Life?

Where is The Director?

What Company employs us all?

 

Those with feelings of Déjà vu do ask:

Which Take are we doing now?

And Minds of Science claim

We can Forward Fast or Rewind.

 

It’s one great mystery of course:

The longest journey of them all.

A soap opera to beat all others:

This film called “Life”.

 

Paul Butters

Paradise Found 2

One day I found myself in Paradise,

Completely out the blue.

I don’t recall a warning:

From nothing I came through.

 

Into a new dimensional realm

I sprang:

Into a world so vast.

 

A planet out there somewhere,

In icy space so lost

A Universe not crossed.

 

A world so full of life,

Of sweeping seas

And towering trees.

 

A place so beautiful,

Beyond compare.

We stand and stare.

 

All peopled by

Multi-coloured multitudes

From which the radiance of sentient life exudes.

 

To where had I escaped?

You may well ask.

So let’s unmask:

 

The loveliest world of all,

For what it’s worth.

A heaven of the heavens:

Our planet Earth.

 

Paul Butters