neoBuddha

Journey to the Center of the Universe (Revision/edit 8/2/2011 MR.E)           "That's the world." A pointing finger seems to mask the blue-ish orb amongst a deep black background as the voice continues, "I used to like it there." The indicated and drifting sphere shrinks into the black backdrop as a brighter sphere dimly glows in the distance.           Another voice leading the other voice inquires, "Why did you used to like it?"           The first voice seemed to pause before replying, "...Because I used to belong there." • • •           A little boy sitting among other playing children counts and divides a section

On the platform of my boredom's obscured lattice lies an upright hourglass. It is filled with the original sand before time knew how to groove like it does. Slow ebbing trickling effortless, but no more. Mine has been turned over and set upon this rickety unfit card table... for how many times I cannot remember. But if you were to ask the amount of sand in grain there were in it, I could easily tell you: 33, 580 specks of white granular minuscule-ness. Each turn is a lifetime. No beginning or end, just an hourglass, smudged transparent and curved container of my creation, flipped repeatedly. You could do the math if you want. As to how many

She's like that story you heard when you were little. That feeling of something familiar that was with you from the beginning. Like it was important. Like she's important. And as you grow up, you find yourself unable to remember HER, only parts of her; the story, her book cover, her text. But you find her, pieces of her, lines and pages and the familiar scrapes of your fingers and palms of every day... and smell of her... And you chase them. Chase the pieces. Hoping you'll find her again. But what then, can it mean? Is she out there waiting to be my story again? Or has she really gone out of print... is she just an idea for a book I'll never

Dark matter is the medium for the universe. But at the very center of it... HAPPENED a zero-point entity. It existed in less than a moment but faster than no moment. And it's in extremely evanescent existence, it caused a disturbance in the dark matter, energizing it, making it into dark energy. And in the dark matter/energy's rippling, the zero-point created copies, copies that manifested from thought and intent, creating the basic blocks of the universe, the atom. It's not quarks or whatever that controls the paths particles take, it's all thought, quantum physics demonstrates this. And multiple universes were created in the presence and im

I imagine you swaying, eyes closed arms open. Your eyelids lightly fluttering in time with the melody of star glimmer and with the backdrop of the universe collapsing behind you. But I open my eyes to see you lying next to me, your eyelids fluttering to the melody of lightning strikes and with the backdrop of a thunderstorm marring what little of the earth I can see past your shoulder and through the window during flashes... But I wake further with my arms and eyes empty of you. I only see the harmony of the cleansing act beyond the pane. The silhouettes of raindrops softly scroll down the wall I now longingly face, having been disgusted by

I forget to remember memories yet you know everything, and it eases me easily... knowing there's a piece of a piece of me that is YOU, yet together we're entropy. And you're the start that's the end of me... where you begin is the rest of me, a complexity of beauty lengthening, lessening my restless dementia... But I forget to remember memories because I never get to be the me I used to be, But now you're here, now I remember... A cloudy forever clear of struggle yet you're the piece of a piece of me, and together there's no puzzle.