Understanding the Universe Within "A Poem by Dennis Sheppard"

Sunday 23 Dec 2012

 The Great Divide

Understanding the Universe Within. ---- By Dennis Sheppard

The present moment, rich in truth,

Where past and future collide,

The Universe inside, so compelling and real,

Can we know this great divide?

To look in and see, where do we start?

Deep in the heart of now,

Beginnings and ends to all that there is?

What do these conditions allow?

Will it be an epiphany, or knowledge won with graft?

Science filled with intellect, or priestly from the heart.

Realisations that are gathered, from both the real and imaginary plane,

To take us past mere belief in things, to a knowing that is sane.

Penetrating deep into self with a forensic mindful gaze,

Past the daily manifestations of an energy body made,

Deep into the mind stream, connecting this life with the past,

Before anything comes together, to measure as a start.

Perturbations beyond space & time, in a quantum soup

Virtual forces rampant but unable to close a loop.

No beginning can be seen in this nascent conscious mess,

An apparent consciousness with no ending, tries blindly to builds what's best.

Energetic formations dancing sterile, with open loop decay,

Waiting for blind evolution to close and feedback an array.

Easy connections favoured, conditioning a way,

To build more complex situations, that are more likely to stay.

Gravity the initial force pushing things together,

With magnetism and charge, allocating objects to measure.

Polarity and spin continue to bind conditions as one,

Creating radiation to communicate, what has been done.

Pressure trapped in a dot, building a vacuum squeeze,

Causing a duality around the moment, a potential needing to be appeased,

Virtual particles come and go, temporary from each side of the now,

Space and time virtually real, without viable seed to plough.

The vacuum pressure of this no-thing, expands and grows form,

The other side of the vacuum, opposes the gravity born.

A runaway energy develops, creating space to form,

With time created to balance and gauge the reform.

Spectacular universal feedback, continues on apace,

Leaving more and more complex loops, real and in place,

Space to contain the matter that is made,

And time to reveal whether it has made the grade.

With time now real, to reflect events,

And radiation to carry the glory

A universe innate waiting to be seen.

A latent watcher pregnant, with a story.

Consciousness is then noticed,

Learned from the habit ingrained

Allowing patterns in the feedback loop,

To be frozen and then sustained.

This consciousness and emptiness are in fact, one and the same,

They provide the forces of nature, a matrix to play the game.

All made from the no-thing, that the initial conditions provide,

With natures conservation laws, conserved and then allied.

Consciousness allows a mind to form,

Coming about because of the conditions,

The background gives up its patterned shape,

Changing mental formations to ambitions.

The shape of what is formed,

Offers a perception to the conceiver.

Consciousness developing a complex art,

Until it creates a receiver

Mental formations dance and make shapes in a way,

Perception then responds, to the patterns that then stay.

Pigeon holed formations, being forced to cycle around,

An observer then created, in the narrative abound.

A balanced universe conditioning time, borrowed from itself,

Has been grasped and formed from no-thing, a potential for a self,

Nature's conservation laws, have been used to shape form and space,

Providing identities in time, while everything stays in place.

The feedback loops build a potential,

To be grasped at each time they go round.

Used to create personality traits,

Potential Kings and Queens to be crowned.

The observer develops feelings,

Born out of the ideas,

Emotions rich and made real,

By perceptions that strive to heal.

Infinite observers emerge from the space,

Each offered a free refund.

Co-operating helps make everything grow

And makes the patterns more fecund.

Each viewpoint individual,

A birth and then a death,

Keeping nature acute and in balance,

Learning continually to grasp at our breath.

Feelings loop around and feedback,

Into the material world,

A sleight with power and strong persistence,

Keeping the universe alive and in existence,

As the cycle goes on, the habit grows strong,

Time allowing action at a distance,

A trance like state descends into the mind 

Until nothing is offered as resistance.

Each story has a thread, with an energy in its stead,

Going back to what we take as the beginning.

A warp and weft that creates the world we make,

From the consciousness we, conditioned to take.

The cycle complete, round and round,

Life after life trying to expound,

The virtues of life surely a miracle found,

We flow on in nature, until alarm bells sound.

Lost in our life grasping for soul,

Each with our own angle,

Perception creates a view our progress,

Up through Maslow's triangle.

But no matter what we do, the balance is wrong,

And discontent still remains,

Freedoms allusive dream, recedes further away,

Beguiled by natures gains.

Suffering reflects from this lack of peace,

Can we find a way to make the whole thing cease.

Insight reveals, the grasping nature of man

Can we let go of self and relax with how it all began?

The present moment holds the key to be free,

To go deep inside, where the answers reside.

To see past all the conditions of mind,

To the unconditioned beyond space and time.

Developing stillness profound then allowing it to resound,

Allows the conditions of mind to untangle,

Releasing their hold to let clarity unfold,

Bringing freedom with beauty and bliss untold.

With knowing energy filling the mind,

Leaving all doing conditions far behind,

The scene is set with all accounts paid and met,

To be free with just one last death.

No conditions in place to make a new world,

Energy balanced to give true peace of mind.

The Universe collapses, the mind disappears,

And peace unconditional then naturally appears.

The universe is only known within!

Its emptiness is a beautiful chagrin.

To see past its relative truth and go beyond its noise,

To unconditional balance, linked with eternal poise.