Where Mind Meets Matter

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My hand is made of stars, as it reaches out
from a background filled with
the stars it came from.

Soon after completing this artwork my laptop and
a mug of coffee tried to share the same point
in the spacetime continuum, obliterating
my only folder with the working files,
leaving me with this single low-res copy.

I’m so grateful for small mercies!

2018

These atoms through which I now see
are ancient, once they may have been
the very ground on which we weave
our paths, and now my energy gives
thought, voice and sight to the rocks.

It is the Universe which now writes about itself, it is the energy of the Universe
that is alive, not 'me'.

I am a centre of cosmic activity,
a disturbance in the quantum foam
where mind meets matter.

I am a doorway to multi-dimensions, through me the planet thinks and deludes itself with sleepy ignorance and illusions of separatism.

But evolution does not stop, and like
water to water, the pools of thought
slowly reach out finding each other,
and an awakening begins.

I am the Temple of Spirit,
where worship is paradox.

I am Nature,
nothing is outside of Me.

I am the Universe
looking back at itself,
becoming self-aware.

Who am I?

I am You.