Nature of Our Cosmos
1.
Each day
I pass
the Russian woman.
She never acknowledges me,
except for a rare annoyed scowl,
annoyed at my interruption of her
spirited debate with
nobody, her glare
fixated on a
specific corner
of nothing.
2.
In the beginning,
there was nothing;
no God, no Devil,
no good, no evil,
no free love, no mass-murder,
no sailing ships, no rocket ships, no spy satellites,
no chocolate, no truth, no lies, no bigotry,
no chicken soup, no science, no poetry,
no gas giants, not even a single molecule.
3.
Each day I pass the Russian woman
talking to trace molecules of barely nothing.
Some days her tone is soft, conciliatory,
other days, defiant, demanding.
I can’t see who she’s speaking to, but
part of me hopes she wins the argument.
4.
Science
makes the airtight
argument that Cosmos
was birthed from a bang long ago,
but shrugs when asked what came before
the cosmos, why She came
to be, what’s Her
purpose,
where’s the
verse preceding
Her, what entity or
mechanism banged Her into
being.
5.
The Cosmos exists.
She has amnesia.
6.
The Cosmos birthed herself with a big bang,
all the energy that ever was
or ever will be
was dispersed,
filling the void with Her molecules,
seeding Her realm with energy, matter,
and later,
something called life; Her messengers
and investigators scattered
to every corner of the firmament.
7.
Finite in nature,
the end of life
is not the end.
8.
Matter that was life returns to Her,
having never left Her;
the energy fueling life’s soul
returns to Her collective,
helping Her piece
the puzzle together.
9.
The Cosmos exists.
She is learning about herself.
10.
Select few lifeforms are born with
more pieces of the puzzle than average.
They are typically persecuted,
executed
just before they can share this knowledge
with the willfully sightless.
11.
Some become enlightened all at once,
stepping across the ethereal plain,
gasping in wonder
taking their secrets
directly back to Her.
12.
Others become enlightened,
but stubbornly refuse to cross over,
instead opting to address Her directly,
ignoring those without vision,
knowing we lack the knowing,
the dimension of perception required
to convene with Her.
13.
The Cosmos exists.
She is a Russian woman
holding communion with Her nature.
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Written for NaPoWriMo’s day 19 optional prompt: write a poem that recounts a creation myth. This is my creation myth.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Well I hope for that englightenment to come soon, specially for the Russian woman ~ The cosmos theme is so wide and filled with endless nothingness or knowledge ~
Enjoyed this one Barry ~ Have a good weekend ~
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Thank you.
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Loved this.
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Thank you. Also, your blog is absolutely brilliant. I can see how I might end up lost in it for a while.
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I extend hope for the Russian woman!
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As do I. Thank you.
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Love the layers in this poem… the way you have have layered the search of the Russian Woman and the cosmology… maybe we will always wonder of the mechanics, but I think it’s the search that matters.
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Thanks Bjorn, and I couldn’t agree more.
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I like the line “part of me hopes she wins the argument” even though she is talking to no one and then She becomes the cosmos.
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WOW! What a journey! From nothing in the beginning, to this piece of magnificently crafted, worded wonder, Barry!
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Thanks Walter!
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Funny analogy. A bit puffy about those who supposedly get it. The monistic one-world-soul (a wave returning to the ocean) reminds me of the popular spiritual physics books of the 70s advocating a sort of Advaita Vedanta.
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Thank you. I had to google Advaita Vedanta… Honestly, I’m bummed that an organized religion already beat me to this one. I was all set to make myself the pope of my own mythology. Damn it all.
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Memes are contagious little viruses — caring not the least for their host — merely that the spread, and certain care not for the name by which they are called. No need for “damning all”, sinner or not, we all just get absorbed. 😉
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Loved this!❤️
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Thank you!
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