At the dawn of each day
our past experiences
become memories frozen
in the depths of our mind,
kept safe until we need
a reminder of how we got here.
Across the salted plains
We watch the sun fall
The moon rise
The machines sleep.
In dreams spaced by 100 years
I see you on the highest peak
Of the homeland we once
I woke in the snow blanketed forest
Facing the morning sky.
Tenants of dreams fill each fiber and neuron,
I can only piece together that I was not made for this world.
I lost direction when the void
Overtook my body and my mind
Accelerating through space
Toward unexplored, unknown, and untouched worlds.
Where is our home now?
Above photo from: Nancy Chuang
Emerging from the forest
through the last barrier of this life,
beasts of the past intertwined with shadows
roam through the open field playing out their purpose.
Standing out of their way as
I am a visitor passing to the next life.
Crossing the field I am met
by concrete and metal machines.
Is this my next life
or only a preview of the coming revolution?
Smoke fills the darkened sky.
I forget where I am.
The field merges with the horizon.
Beasts disappear – were they even real?
Trees bend and in unison lift me from the field.
Passing through smoke filled dreams of the past or future
I emerge at the base of granite peaks.
I watch the sun rise from
distant cold moving water.
White-capped waves emerge from the horizon
and over time they will arrive at my feet
standing on the rock strewn shoreline
covered in clear ice.
I imagine staying here through the passing months
when the deep winter takes hold of this
land and my body becomes one with the
water and the earth and from this
connection I am transformed back to
my birth state when I emerged from the horizon.
We create machines from the technology we discover
and in the pursuit of higher knowledge we imbue
our intellect, instincts, and capacity to explore
and wonder into these machines.
And we wonder what could go wrong.
In a dystopian future…
At what point does a thing pass over a human defined line
and become a sentient being?
When will the machines we create exceed our ability to control and as drastic measures,
stop their production?
When will these machines become self sufficient and with speed, accuracy, and efficiency
exceed our own capacity, and replicate themselves?
Falling into the future from the present
I sense time is changing, its motion
pushing me forward into moments
I may not be ready for.
While science states that time
does not change, how much do we
know of the physical universe
we infer and how much exists
beyond the borders and boundaries
we see and how do we know
how many universes exist out
there, wherever that is?
And if there are multiple universes,
what are the chances that we exist
in multiple dimensions and what really
is occurring is our other self pushing us forward?
Every day is a battle
to find more or slow down or move faster.
Yet time is not aware of our desires
and continues in one steady direction.
The very definition of time is based on
processes and natural events occurring
millions of miles beyond the grasp
of worn and tired hands.
Yet we continue to pin our decisions,
our careers, our relationships, and our lives on time.
We lose focus on now as we reminisce of the past
and wish for the future.
We forget how precious time can be
if we choose to accept our loss of control.
We can only control the present, the people,
and the moments we hold close.