pseudoscience and new-agey unreason

Quote by Carl Sagan – from Google

pseudoscience and new-agey unreason …

see the charlatan,

peddling hope?

selling, always selling,

well-meaning, no doubt,

hope and dope,

the dope is a bit strange,

somewhat

common-sensical at times,

appealing to our innate emotions as sentient beings,

as human beings who feel.

the hope is toxic,

overfilling the ocean that is you within the cosmic fabric of our shared consciousness,

yes something like that,

unreason with frills,

promises of seizing ones inner ‘negativity’,

and unshackling all that keeps the ‘soul’ from being ‘receptive’ to help –

what a sham!

so, please,

don’t bamboozle me,

you see,

with flim-flam,

obscure words,

plumbing the quantum realm,

with belief, not reason,

soft, comforting, wishy-washy answers perennially uttered,

for every season:

quantum healing,

chakras of inner light,

elements of fire and water,

in a marinade of love and light,

don’t bamboozle the needy,

just because you’re greedy,

perhaps not for money,

but for doing the right thing

( naturally, your belief makes you feel you just “have to” share this amazing thing revealed to you and a few others )

so again imploring you, I say,

stop peddling the intoxicating dope of false hope,

with the glazed-eyed zeal of the one knowing the truth,

because you don’t,

there’s science for that sort of thing,

and by the way,

instead of hurling glib, shallow answers,

perhaps listen to someone else’s voice for a change,

not just your inner one,

preaching all across the open range,

for is true humility not the ability to acknowledge that, no, we don’t know all the answers,

we may never know all the answers,

but we shall certainly keep asking the questions,

and so, really,

it is quite alright to say,

“I do not know”

. . .

Quote by Carl Sagan – from Google

Vagabond Verse

Artwork from Google

vagabond verse …

running against slippery winds,

fragments of past lives,

tugging at the heels,

shedding tired breaths,

moulting yesterdays skin,

inflamed by passions,

raging,

swirling,

deep within,

gathering the shards,

cobwebbed,

mangled,

inside,

tattered embers simmering dim,

heartstrings plucked,

a-jingle & a-jangled,

while,

your presence sparks the tinder,

setting every fibre afire,

aching,

hungering,

yearning with silent desire,

for the ache felt,

when dreaming of your exquisite kiss,

is,

an ache akin to a state of bliss,

an ache enveloping mind,

body,

soul,

an aching hope,

infusing my being entire,

complete,

whole …

Artwork from Google

my heart

Artwork from Google

strange are the ways of fate,

stranger still,

is my aching heart,

my thud-thudding heart,

’tis all yours,

through and through,

why, you may ask,

but,

i have not a clue,

but ’tis true,

i don’t know why,

i miss you …

Artwork from Google

flickering moonbeams

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flickering moonbeams …

on ancient shores

retracing steps

wet sand beneath bare feet

sipping kisses

hungry

sweet.

in distant streams

soul heart body mind

bathed as one

in sundrenched streams

flowing

ebbing

teasing

tugging

tasting

lapping

meandering

breathing caresses

wildly flickering

like

giddy moonbeams

on the cool wet sands

of

our beach of dreams …