Spirituality Guide

I wrote this a few years back, in a time when I experienced a burst of poetic muse. I hadn’t written poetry since school, a long time ago. In a short space of time I wrote over 100 pages and have barely felt the urge since…

The Plenum Mystery

I’m struggling with a problem, it echoes through my brain
Whenever I am idle, I board the concept train
I know it’s always running, with quite a head of steam
It infects my writing now, and oft invades my dreams

With layers like an onion, and octopoidal reach
It lurks around the edges, and stays beyond my reach
I get clues cast here and there, a waft of truth or two
With now and then a subtle hint, of how and what to do

Layer one is in the past, where history mysteries lie
So many facts just aren’t explained, from ages long gone by
It not just that we aren’t being told, the truth about our past
But why it’s still resisted now, with truth revealed at last

The monuments are much too old, and rock blocks far too large
For Man in his beginnings, to move around by barge
And maps just far too accurate, while men knew Earth was round
And measure made of Sun and stars, in stone mapped on the ground

The next one down is stranger still, a holograph detail
For Cosmos, genes and mental worlds, the explanations fail
It seems as if all three are linked, that each one builds the next
Though searching everywhere for truth, we still are most perplexed

It seems that our reality, is not a massive thing
But rather played upon the Void, accompanied by strings
If we are made the same as God, then maybe we will find
We’re holograms in holo-world, dreams of Creator’s mind

For layer three, we reach for soul, the thing that says I’m ‘I’
We all believe it must exist, though none agree on why
There’s powers shown we can’t explain, they happen every day
Just little things, to everyone, they don’t explain away

Somehow an explanation must hide amongst the dross
If mankind doesn’t find it soon, we’ll soon all feel the loss
We’re fractured by religion, and shackled by desire
Science isn’t coping well, as puzzle pile gets higher

If we work out the Cosmos, unite the major fields
We may still lack the answers, get short-changed on the deals
If holograms hold any truth, it all may just be fake
And souls may be vibrating strings, and life the path they take

Somehow someone built the sphinx, before the dawn of time
The knowledge used to lay it out, beyond a Bronze Age climb
They surely didn’t build in stone, to just make Pharaoh’s tomb
Why would they put in all that work, then empty leave the room

Seeking data everywhere, I think I have the skill
If possible it is at all, then find True Cause I will
I’ll find the clues come some sweet day, it all will fall in place
And understand the links between, the past, our lives, and Space