core

Matter unlike the spirit is dense – no nonsense, capable of strength and harshness too. It has things to do requiring muscle and sweat. It is not Bohm’s Implicate Order nor a Sheldrake’s potential field – it is here and now, like no pain no gain. Nothing ambiguous, nothing beyond space and time, it needs a clock, a feel a lock. No silent emptiness, no illusion, no dream. Matter is here to stay as explicate as can be. Test it for compassion if you like, again test it for passion. It rejoices in pain and pleasure, fortune and misfortune. Want to know matter? Just look at the sun as it warms you or again burns you , be careful. Matter has been made hard for a reason. It must react. And yes it can be what you call good or bad too. It is allowed that, for a reason. If there was no shadow how would we ever know substance? No night, then how would we know day? Without provocation would we ever move? Without attraction would we ever know love? Without competition would we ever excel? Real dense here this matter like our beloved sun. No angels allowed here just man to let them see what matter is truly capable of. A compassion which angels who never hurt would never know. Moved  by such thoughts I present a poem on our material core, which needs civilizing.

 

         C O R E

 

Heart is like sun

Original

Terrible  core,

 

Thunder before

Molecules begin to loosen up

In drenching rain.

 

Not soft fruit but gnarled rooting

Compulsion of unadulterated fact.

 

Tear away the petal dressing

To get to pollen’s purpose,

 

Lift the thin veil of blue sky

revealing bold blacknesses

Throbbing in original;

 

Like infernal sol

Blasting away, another bull,

 

Twisting its failing mate

The cockroach cannibal,

 

Simple terrible original

Heart of the matter.

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