Existence 2 The Original

Some say that God created the Universe,

But others say it was all an Accident.

Yet either way

Accident or God

Must have Existed

In some Realm or Place.

Think about it.

No accident without cars, ships, trains or planes.

No God without Somewhere to reign.

Oh yes, of course, it’s all beyond our mortal comprehension.

Outside of space and time.

But here’s the rub,

The Bard would say:

The miracle is that we Think,

That we Know we exist

Somehow.

Sentient Consciousness:

The most wonderful thing,

All lodged in the Brain.

Matter is easy

Compared with the maze

Of DNA.

Billions of years

Of Evolution

Punctuated

By mass destructions

That darkened the Earth

For many long years.

So now we can watch a golden sunrise

Or russet sunset.

We can marvel at the Milky Way above us:

Countless snowflakes swirling

Over the endless plain.

Paul Butters

© PB 20\9\2015 (2).

Existence 3

Existence

That’s The Thing

Not The Universe:

A mere detail,

If somewhat huge!

Logic dictates that Existence

Just came into Existence!

Or always Existed.

Eternal Existence.

I cannot see how a sophisticated God

Could exist

Before Existence.

You may call this an Accident

But what’s in a name?

Existence either sprang into Existence

Or Existed

Always.

Does God exist?

Irrelevant.

What matters is that Existence

Exists.

And for me

What matters

Is that I Exist.

For only I can live my life.

And only my life is what I know

To be so.

Even the Queen, or Putin or Trump cannot

Know what it is

To live my life.

Only I can know that,

Which makes me The King

Of Existence.

Paul Butters

Pathway

(Picture Credit - Miriadna com)

Come with me,

Along this path:

Through the forest,

Towering over us on either side.

Smell the greenery

All around.

Orchestral accompaniment

From countless birds.

Hope you feel engaged

As we stroll along.

And now the pathway branches out!

Six new paths,

Six choices.

Let’s take one.

Off we go.

We risk being lost.

What wonders

Or horrors (!)

Will we find?

The woods suck us in,

Further and further forward.

Punctuated by pesky gnats.

Expect itchy red spots

When you get home.

Onward and onward.

Bees and butterflies.

Sun streaming through the branches up above,

Trees topped by fleecy white clouds.

At last – a clearing!

Can I hear the sea or just a lake?

Or is there a stream nearby?

I see a golden parting of the ways,

A little land beyond forever.

But what do You see???

Paul Butters