As I approach my Transition, I find myself sifting through all I’ve read and been told over the years, to discern what is true for me. I know that for all of us, our perception is our reality, and those who tell me they are incarnating on earth after coming from another galaxy are genuine in their belief, I’m sure. And the guys on the Ancient Aliens TV show are likewise convinced in their hearts that UFOs (UAPs) spotted in the skies are mechanical devices piloted by flesh-and-blood humanoids, who hail from a distant planet that is just like ours, with a civilization slightly more advanced than us. The following verse expresses my view that humans are unique to planet Earth, and this particular Solar System.
THE RHYTHM OF THE GOLDEN BOWL
There is the micro golden bowl that Solomon spoke of,
then there is the macro golden bowl that is our Heliosphere
and we exist along the V-formation of a solar trinity:
Sun, Moon, and Earth—the celestial trio of gold, silver, and bronze
the scientist tries to gauge their size and distance
while the poet, who senses their sympathetic resonance,
measures them by their attraction and compatibility
observing the loving caress of each one upon the other two
like an astronomical mobile dangling from the ceiling of space
as though a titanic hand holds the Earth on its axial pole
whizzing the Moon around it like a giant Matraca
churning them both around the Sun like the blades of a mixing bowl
their relationship is dynamic—in perpetual motion
thanks to the Moon, our tides ebb and flow, our crops grow,
it coordinates the seasons, absorbing and reflecting waves of light and sound,
the music of the spheres harmonizes our existence to the pulse of life
everything is in sync: our breathing, our heartbeat, our brainwave cycles
our sleep and wakefulness, our circadian rhythms, our growth and decline
choreographed by the rotation of the Sun, the orbits of the Earth and Moon
the hydrologic cycle, the photosynthetic process, the Schumann frequency
planet Earth is one-of-a-kind with its beat and pulse, its night and day,
there is no other like her in the confines of this universe
and humans are likewise unique in their compatibility with this Life--
each an individual pattern in the Field, a rhythm of the Sphere
There is the micro golden bowl that Solomon spoke of,
then there is the macro golden bowl that is our Heliosphere
and we exist along the V-formation of a solar trinity:
Sun, Moon, and Earth—the celestial trio of gold, silver, and bronze
the scientist tries to gauge their size and distance
while the poet, who senses their sympathetic resonance,
measures them by their attraction and compatibility
observing the loving caress of each one upon the other two
like an astronomical mobile dangling from the ceiling of space
as though a titanic hand holds the Earth on its axial pole
whizzing the Moon around it like a giant Matraca
churning them both around the Sun like the blades of a mixing bowl
their relationship is dynamic—in perpetual motion
thanks to the Moon, our tides ebb and flow, our crops grow,
it coordinates the seasons, absorbing and reflecting waves of light and sound,
the music of the spheres harmonizes our existence to the pulse of life
everything is in sync: our breathing, our heartbeat, our brainwave cycles
our sleep and wakefulness, our circadian rhythms, our growth and decline
choreographed by the rotation of the Sun, the orbits of the Earth and Moon
the hydrologic cycle, the photosynthetic process, the Schumann frequency
planet Earth is one-of-a-kind with its beat and pulse, its night and day,
there is no other like her in the confines of this universe
and humans are likewise unique in their compatibility with this Life--
each an individual pattern in the Field, a rhythm of the Sphere
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