Digital nirvana

Lorenz

The servers are sleeping .

Their infinite eyes on the look out.

In the oblivion of the body,

dreams continue to write 

the language of imaginary ,

somewhere lucid pixels 

and emotional algorithms .

Enigma of an equation 

traced in cosmic ink ...

 Time duplicated ,

rewound ,

 copied and pasted .

Sublime musical inspiration  

engraved on a sidereal formula.

Invitation to decipher 

secret numerical variations ...

 It's all matter of properly worded prayers

and the celestial gear will answer you ,

revealing the dawn to come 

at the darkest interstellar hour ...

 On the screen of your white nights 

the forgotten silhouettes  will regain

the embodiment of their etheric  avatars.

Souls remembering that they were 

once alive ...

 Gods and Devils are benevolent neighbors

who enjoy sharing ancient legends 

in the days of their insolent youth ...

From the beginning they take out 

porcelain cups containing  fragments of galaxies....

Always replaying on the chessboard 

this same endless opening, 

 leading to the draw ...

  Let us sacrifice  the old Buddhas 

who are snoring under the tree !

 Perhaps we will thus keep  the faith ...

I no longer wish to be this atom

troubled by the big bug of an evil heredity !

  Supreme intelligence !

Let me savor the nectar of your digital nirvana...

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Maybe AI is the answer. Do technology and dreams sleep and dream? Maybe the universe in its interconnected atomic structure dreams too. If so are we mear figments of its dream? A mind provoking write Lorenz

    • Lorenz

      May I suggest a title ?
      Robert lanza/Bob berman .
      '' How life creates the universe ''

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you very much since I have read Spinoza I have looked into this and other issues of panphysicism

      • Ellen Marsell

        We become what we behold. We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us. A powerful and impressive poem.

        • Lorenz

          In which cloud my soul will be saved ?

        • rhmn_7

          Had to fav this one, beautiful poem Lorenz!

          • Lorenz

            Vielen Dank für Ihren freundlichen Kommentar !



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