That One Person

I sometimes wonder why we are the way we are,
If a god did create humans in its likeness,
they left an anxious mark.
Maybe humans made a mistake to drag themselves out
of the oceans and climb down the tree.
We were better off swimming in the ocean without knowing
that we could erase the lands guilt-free.

Building systems around us
saying that we are creating methods.
Great satisfaction when it forms a full circle;
confusing systems with rhythms present.
Child becomes a parent – what a pleasure!
Waste becomes food – miraculous nature!

Circuits, orbits, revolve, rotate,
We want an intact round trip.
This is no wonder why
we are so afraid to just trip.
I wonder why were we created this way,
so cautious and anxious about our lives.
Till I met someone,
who gave me a hint why.

In all families one is born
in their usual circumstances.
Usual childhood, usual upbringing,
nothing ‘special’, no madness.
and then “Just cannot follow, cannot listen”
“You wish to help, do it like us”

With energy stamped out of them,
they lose their will to live.
Second-hand lives are all they crave,
and a system gets built.
That one somehow creates a glitch
with their force; shining with all
their dynamism and continue to live.
 

No systems, no round trips
can contain their selves.
That one person keeps going
till the circle becomes a point.
That point becomes a creation,
and the circle is dispelled.
 

This is why we are the way we are,
anxious and habitual.
To create that one-person
so luminous and vital.
That dynamism reveals what it takes
to realise one’s likeness;
to become a human idol.

Arrayed disorder

Buzzing and wiggling in the calm,
Nothing coming to a rest.
Chaos reigns the present.
Movement is riotous; replete with
unrest

There is no direction,
Growth is nonlineal, non-linear.
Inherent primal genius born.
Created has an order, with afterbirth in
cinder

Chaos breeds creation
Order pushes created
Evolving within chaos; expanding with order
Creation pushing created; Chaos and order
mated

Yours and Mine

Your god is everything that
you don’t understand,
you wouldn’t accept,
you deny to yourself and,
you deny to others.
Your god is mystical,
lives in dead stones,
lives in dead books,
lives in dead hearts and is
found in the stagnant.
Your god exists and is
only found in the turmoil inside to taint the movement outside.

My god is everything that
I understand,
Everything I don’t understand,
Everything I can see in myself even if rarely,
Everything that I can see in others even if occasionally,
Everything I seek in the living,
Lives in the alive,
Lives in a living heart and mind and is
found in the moving.
My god doesn’t exist and is
only found when inner movement stops to reveal the movement outside.

Your god is dead by existing.

My god is alive by living.

God, Science, and Delusion : A Chat with Arthur C. Clarke

God, Science, and Delusion : A Chat With Arthur C. Clarke
by Matt Cherry
Free Inquiry magazine, Volume 19, Number 2
1999
Arthur C. Clarke is known across the world for his books, television programs, and movies. Free Inquiry Deputy Editor Matt Cherry visited the science fiction author, who is a member of the International Academy of Humanism, in Sri Lanka, the beautiful tropical island that has been Clarke’s home for nearly four decades. His house, in the capitol of Columbo, is filled with spectacular wall-sized NASA photos, reminiscent of some of the shots in his film 2001: A Space Odyssey. In the personal study where he was interviewed, Clarke was surrounded by books and signed photos-ranging from actress Elizabeth Taylor to astronaut Buzz Aldrin-that reflect Clarke’s prominent roles in the very different worlds of science and entertainment. He talked to Free Inquiry about mankind, morality, and religion. Continue reading