What is Trumps Reflection on Time?

I just allowed the poem to write itself.  I love poetry, you never know what unfolds.

Are we really in control?

 

REFLECTING ON TIME IS TRUMPED

 

What is the trump card?

A royal flush?

A pontoon?

Sleight of hand?

To truly understand?

Democracy.

 

To come up trumps,

Is to have the highest value during a game,

But what is the highest value?

What is the game?

I ponder…

 

Is value measured in monetary worth?

Or self worth?

Ethics or popularity?

Incomes or outcomes?

Intentions or perceptions?

What do you choose?

What will you lose?

For this is what drives many to elections,

For protection is a fear based economy,

That has become base in exchange for protection,

But what if the highest protection was fearlessness,

What then would you choose?

 

I smile when I reflect on the game,

So many play the game of sales,

The game of winning and losing,

The game that Calls for Duty,

The game of Command and Conquer,

Perhaps a Total War Shogun,

Medievil II,

For going into battle is a man’s game,

To test his mettle,

To the victor goes the spoils,

Oiling the wheels of industry,

To never give up,

These are the mantras of the warrior.

 

But what of the loser?

What of heavy weights?

What of an unequal playing field?

What of media spin?

Can we spin the bottle and win by elimination?

Is this chance or choice?

Do you really have a voice

in an imagined future?

 

I do not watch the media,

I have no idea of the debate,

I see it as irrelevant as I wait,

For the bait is in watching,

For there is nothing that I haven’t heard,

There is no words from which I can learn,

So I create my world,

In my own image.

 

As I turn my face from the noise,

I become silent,

I close my eyes to see,

I silence my mouth so I can speak,

From the silence springs,

A telemetry of strings,

Indeed a string theory of things,

A vibrational elongated tone,

A one dimensional cone.

 

Is life quantum mechanics?

Forcing what matters into form?

For as we think we in-form,

As we in-form we think,

Which comes first?

The cart before the horse?

Or the horse before the cart?

 

Is life truly linear?

Or an organic meld of vibrational songs,

In-forming the one song,

Or the one song forming,

Our reality?

 

I think therefore I am?

I AM therefore I think?

Which comes first?

 

Is it elections or electrons

that vote?

The nucleus is the centre-peace,

As opposing forces complement,

Complementary forces oppose,

For this is the energy of change,

That rearranges molecules

for better or worse,

As elementary calculus is an infinitesimal approach,

Approaching infinity and curving time,

To discover the integral life is straight,

For is this standard REAL?

When Responsibility, Empathy, Awareness and Love

is the intent behind action,

For all action emerges from intention,

And this is how we put the horse before the cart,

To realise the reality of a real movement!

 

For what you value defines the outcome,

What outcome you want defines what you value,

For you are the creator of your reality,

And all calculus is infinite,

As change is inevitable one way or the other,

The question is how will you change

when outcomes are realised?

For you are the change you wish to see,

Everyone is free to change what they see,

Or to see what they change,

When they choose.

 

This is how electrons elect,

This is why protons are pro,

And the nucleus is neutral,

For peace remains in the centre of the wheel,

Neither moving nor shape changing,

It is the fulcrum of the empty space

around which all movements rotate,

 

Which has the greatest power to change?

The empty space or the spoke?

 

For the spoked wheel rotates differently
from its true rotation,

As a stroboscope effect appears to move slowly
in vibrational frequency,

A sleight of hand effect,

For the timing light appears stationary,

Yet to see the light there must be alignment centred,

To synchronise with the movement of an observed system

which appears to slow or stop,

Yet perhaps the spoke is the illusion of change.

 

To change one must step out of the illusion,

To discover peace is the real change,

That never moves from first principles,

This is the integral life that stays below,

As above.

 

So is to trump the game to win?

Or is the game an illusion of winning?

How much is chance or choice?

Who really has a voice in this chimera?

How skilled are the players in reality (now)?

Are hands above board or below the table?

Is minecraft changing decisions or a way to escape the real world?

Is the mine explosive or extractive?  

What is your decision?

 

Either way earth changes are real,

Solar mass coronal ejections are surreal,


An angel cloud floats over South Carolina,

Some believe it is a sign,


As magnetic fields prepare to realign,

Perhaps we are in the end times,


Where wine becomes water as the elixir,

In the drought of true reasons you cannot fix her,


For methane eludes all carbon sinks,

Rising temperatures are at the brink of tipping points,

That point to real change that will not wait

for the outcome of unreal elections.

 

So my friends turn off the television and sit quietly,

For change is inevitable,

You cannot influence decisions, win the hand or call trumps,

You cannot mine the craft, escape or make sales,

It all fails,

For the game changer has already been scaled down,

The real power is in what is empty not full,

For the fool steps off the cliff and allows life to show another way,

As real movement is in stillness,

And stillness speaks to move …

mountains…

When you listen to one hand clapping …

Is there a sound?

When a tree falls in the forest unseen …

Was there a tree?

For is it the peace movement that will not change?

Or the movement around peace that is change?

What if there  is no hands and no face?

Can you still see your reflection trumped?

In time.

 

 

 

 

Mohandas Gandhi

“God has no religion”

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