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Quantum Reality (Free verse) by Quarton
Time's beginning, born of singularity,
hurtling outward and transformed;
the whole dispersed
in passing surrender to its parts.
Infinite density transmuted
into the illusion of separateness,
where all possibilities occur
and duality becomes reality
once again.
Newly created life, born of stars
in death's throes,
exploding suipernovae with fertile
cosmic energy,
sowing the womb of future being
as evolution gradually unfolds
in ever increasing complexity.
Energy disperses endlessly outward
in expansion,
creating time/space in its wake,
chance assuring strange phenomena
will occur.
Solitary reality only deception
as cosmic events ensue
and new universes appear.
Wildly spinning particles become
energy's dervish,
nebulous points merging
one into another,
again united in brief reunion,
only to vanish anew;
disappearance in harmony
with the ceaseless cosmic dance.
Brahma and Vishnu,
creation and destruction,
all things but reflections
of the one, all encompassing
organic whole.
From emptiness, more particles appear,
merging into unbroken unity,
outside form and precept,
beyond notion,
past even space and time while
energy patterns cavort playfully,
both wave and particle,
together forming quantum's enigma.
All is transformed as consciousness
merges and becomes one with self,
an infinite convergence where dualism
and time cease to exist,
our intuited separation but a mundane,
finite notion obscuring the inseparable
cosmic web,
external world woven into internal
and united;
self-awareness now engendered,
the universe embodied and aware.
Untold ancient cycles
play out their celestial roles of
birth and death, emptiness and form,
reality and fantasy
as endless patterns pervade.
Our conceptual emotions ineffable,
residing in abstraction's realm,
a state of being joined with
the inner world of perception,
a theoretical puzzle
beyond form and word,
beyond concept
and the illusion of division
while truth resides in the center
and knows.
In concert, the spider weaves her web,
clusters of form appearing,
born of dancing particles
frolicking in and out of existence.
The ubiquitous cosmic dancers
only illusion in fantasy's world
as finite reality obscures shared unity;
unaware there is only the dance,
without form and timeless.
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