Poetry about meaning
While we have life
and moments to feel the sun
and wind on our face,
we also have time to find
some meaning in being human.
Time to know
the beauty in life
is in all the tiny moments,
like when we’re listening to rain
fall gently on the window
as the wind sighs
through nearby trees,
while clouds slowly stream
across the sky
and there’s only the cry of birds
in the soft, early morning light.
Moments when the wind and sky
weave through our being,
and our heart knows
their endless space and freedom,
helping us know
the…
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POETRY
Inside us
Inside us, there’s a universal conscious space that connects us into the Universe.
Actually there’s really no ‘inside’ and ‘outside’ to a human being, there’s just one seamless conscious space across the Universe experiencing life inside all living beings everywhere.
Something in the Universe, a conscious space and silence words can’t describe, is experiencing life inside all of us.
A spacious consciousness as large as the Universe is knowing what it is
to be human.
And our inner core is somehow woven into this consciousness throughout the Universe.
The awareness we know inside ourselves, the conscious seeing and knowing prior…
Poetry about life
We don’t live our lives,
they’re lived
by something larger than ourselves,
something in the Universe
like space and light,
a conscious silence
words can’t describe
is discovering life
inside a human being,
learning how to be human,
how to love
and how to let it all
just flow,
as every moment passes
and is gone forever,
like footprints
washed away
by streaming tides.
Something as large as the Universe
lives our life
knows our dreams,
reminds us we’re cosmic,
the Universe in human form
while all the moments pass,
and all experience is lost into the air
like vapour
in the misty morning…
In a dream
The moments pass
and all we have
is the silence
inside us,
the silence that joins us
to the stars
and each other,
the silence that gazes through us,
the light in our heart
and in our eyes.
And as drifting moments
slide like shadows
fade like dreams
and slip away
like water
slipping through our fingers,
the silence
becoming human life
and moments of experience
is helping us know
what words never say.
In every moment,
the silent song of the Universe
brings us home to itself,
while life slides through us
like the fleeting shadows
in a dream.
Paul Mulliner 2021
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Poetry about life
A conscious sky
joins every grain of sand to every star,
knows life in every leaf
and blade of grass,
and every human being.
And all the beauty,
impermanence,
and fragility of life,
those fleeting moments
we’ll never know again,
that look in someone’s eyes,
the whispered word of love,
the hug that lingered,
as though
in all the moments streaming by
we could hang on to something
in this life,
all just memories,
echoes of lost times
gone forever.
The light from stars
is in our eyes,
the whole Universe
knows every moment,
every touch and glance,
every heartbeat,
and all the…
And is there a universal human reality?
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.”
— Philip K. Dick
What is reality?
And is there a universal human reality?
Is there a core human reality, underneath all the differences of language, culture and belief, that’s the same for all people everywhere?
A reality that’s more universal than the personal realities we create with our thoughts.
A reality that emerges from something deeper inside all of us, the universal consciousness inside all human beings.
A reality that’s only available in the here and now?
It’s certainly possible to find an intuitive realization of…
Poetry about life
As time just slips away
like smoke blown in the wind,
or water slipping
through our fingers
and all experience
slides in the slipstream
of the here and now
like half-remembered dreams,
or passing shadows
on a sunny day,
a sudden intuition
can sometimes bring
the cosmic
into the here and now,
helping us dissolve
into the conscious sky
that fills the Universe,
the infinite silence
gazing through us
that can never be said,
only known
in the moment.
Intuition,
is the poetry of silence,
the breath of the invisible
in our heart,
the silent music
that’s written in the wind
across an endless inward sky
like…
What is consciousness?
“There is no matter as such… All matter originates and exists only by virtue of a force which brings the particles of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the existence of a conscious and intelligent spirit. This spirit is the matrix of all matter.” Max Planck 1944. Winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics 1918.
What is consciousness?
And is there a single, universal consciousness inside all of us?
When we focus our attention on the space inside us, our thoughts begin to dissolve away…
Poetry about life
We’re the Universe
taking on a human form,
and its conscious silence
breathes into our heart,
like light from stars
becoming love and dreams.
And though passing moments
seem written in the wind,
gone forever
as though they never were,
like footprints in the sand,
washed away
by streaming tides,
every moment’s woven in the stars
and lives forever,
as memories the Universe has
of every life.
And though there’ll be a day
when we’ll be again
the boundless conscious space
that was once a human being,
the silent music bringing new life
in the springtime
like the sunlight dancing
in the surface of the…
Paul Mulliner
Writer and digital artist. On Medium: articles and poetry exploring consciousness as an intrinsic attribute of the Universe.
