Love is the Highest Natural Selection

I was feeling to write about my world trip as I walked. This is the poem that came to me as I sat here, not quite what I expected but the beauty of poetry is you never know what you are going to write. You just feel impulsed and the world is indeed the pulse circulating thoughts. Sometimes I call them free radicals as there is no control just a free flow that is different (radical). I am allowing myself to follow my nature which was never in my control. I allow nature to move me. Nature is not in control either as the system is holistic flowing more like a song rather than a conductor.

Something to consider –

We are the wind and the flute player is this god of wisdom. Each of us is the wind. So if the tune is beautiful and it fills you with joy, you are hearing the true notes of harmony, when we go out of harmony , through our free will, we have changed the song.

I was just asked in an email to turn my words (above) into a poem. I realised the above connects with this song below. The word Poetry doesn’t really feel as the right word, I think in truth I am singing but with words. I am feeling the frequency not hearing the sound, my song is soundless.

LOVE IS THE HIGHEST NATURAL SELECTION

What is the world?
Do you really know?
Is it what people tell you?
Or is it an ancient fossil
With no record,
Only remains leave trace elements,
Hidden secrets soundless,
Past lives that shine on,
Transforming what matters,
To in-form,
Natural selection.

No-one knows the world,
Indeed an alien planet out in space,
Millions of stars wink and twinkle ancient echoes,
The earth gathers dust and particles,
Over millennia x millennia,
As proteins tell us the comets tall tail,
Craters leave tell tales of earth shattering impacts,
Deposits potted across the uni-verse,
For the one song sings in waves and particles,
Holding many keys,
As sperm are the comets spirited to spherical ovum’s,
Octaves reverberate invertebrates into form,
Frequency vibrates the sounds of silence,
For ears fine-tuned to listen,
Yet some are tone deaf,
They are deaf to certain tones,
For if they can’t listen to hear
does it exist in their reality?

If a tree falls in the forest,
And no-one heard the call of the fall,
Does that mean there is no sound?
There is no tree?
For does it exist if it is not heard?
Does it matter?
Can you hear without listening?
For frequency modulation is the vibration of change,
That is calling.

As temperatures rise,
What of violent outbursts across the surface?
Are you remote sensing?
Or seeing events as remote?
If you are in air conditioning
does that mean temperature is regulated?
Is it your problem?
Can you solve a problem if it is not yours?
Is your world your world?
Or are you light years apart?

Are you turning dials to different radio stations?
Are you tuning into what is familiar?
Tuning into what feels good?
But is this seeing the wood,
Rather than the trees?
Ancient forests are calling,
To trace your elements to uncover
humanity’s fall.

We are dreaming from separated states,
Divided nation States,
Uncertainty interrupts psychological states,
Markets inflate value with fluctuating interest rates,
Yet the value of earth is valueless,
As it was birthed in space and time,
A free energy cycling the grid,
In a matrix of equal distribution,
A normal curve,
For each part is the whole,
A chaos theory of repeating patterns,
For there is no demand curve in natural exchange,
Just S.E.X.,
Synergistic Energy eXchange,
Responding to signals without demand,
For making love was always natural, spontaneous and rhythmic,
When love was the means to the end,
Love is the harmony in life,
And the end we are awaiting,
Is the declining of a dream,
A reflection,
A thought bubble,
That missed the message flashing across your sky.

Gently the sun sets on shadows and illusions,
The great artist colours the sky in crimsons,
Shrouding the prison of our own making
It is fading fast,
And we are humming along,
The song of humming birds find the nectar
in their true nature,
As the one song can be heard and felt by all,
Feeling the frequency quicken,
At the rate of 38-78 times per second,
The fastest oscillation,
In-forms a figure 8,
And this is the rate of one.

The vibes resonate across a renewable Gaia,
As time is of the essence,
And the essence has nothing to do with time,
For we are at the beginning,
Yet we are at the end,
Awakening to the love,
As the highest natural selection,
Beyond space and time.