Sleep versus the supernatural idea

verdant hills of green sound deep and slowly swaying in the wind.

the cloudy sky is turbulent and menacing

The chlorophyl must shine through

Swaying plant creatures waiting for it to rain.

Waiting and swaying and abuzz

with producing the energy from the stars

Who's heat drives lightning and tosses the supercell clouds.

Dazzled by the self extraction of life

organizing itself out of the chaos,

Every night renews its contract with the beckoning of time

Time the thief

The master of illusion

The reaper is also, in time, the healer of wounds.

I barter my way though time 

Chasing the circle on a reflexive

Power grab that never ends

Except when time comes for me too.

When I am brave through my pen

I see death as a doorway into back Nature.

Time brings life to us and takes life away.  When time offers the door we almost always stand up and take it.  When the time is right we return all our part to the planet and we are free of the confines of the flesh.  Where might that lifeforce go and how quickly might we travel there then. 


The idea of the lifeforce or soul is held by so many on such a diverse scale we are all about the same,  Until modern culture takes over.  We think we are our selves supernatural sometimes -- literally speaking we fall victim to the ideas that man is above nature or over nature and that kind of worried me about all the great  religions.  I don't think our desire to be thought of as above Nature is as ubiquitous an idea as a westerner might think.  Just my feeling that God is Nature plus supernatural stuff too.  Why I worry about supernatural ideas when I am trying to sleep I cannot say.  Thinking I know what happens to the soul after death brings me great comfort.  I can make it though an otherwise crappy day based solely on the feeling that I am special self aware and independent of the whimsical spirit of Nature and Death, the fact that this may not be true doesn't bother me. 

I believe that life abounds in the universe but is not just everywhere.  I don't think we have much chance of roaming the galaxy like capt Kirk, but then  again if we try let us not try to reach the stars with half measure or give up the quest for a light speed drive unless we just don't have the resources to continue.  There is enough room for everyone on this planet if it was indeed meant to be this way.  Otherwise life is a statistical menace like a weed growing in a perfectly manicured lawn.  Can we adjust adapt and transform ourselves from savages in order to learn the physical mysterious universe.  Just because we don't like the idea that we are to learn to live here in peace and never encounter the deity again until the end of time does not mean by some leap of faith it might not be true.