Thoughts Take Form in Gravitational Waves

Contemplating the motion of the universe in thought-verse

Gravitational waves
ripple through spacetime fabric
like stretch marks along a celestial body
that gives back to itself
in relation to itself—

growth
information
Memory
distribution
pathway…

What makes the ripples—
what travels with them
across space and time
collecting information?

Gravity’s energy
released from its cage
of quantum field physic.
They carry only energy information—

Oh, Gravity, oh Gravity—
you are a mysterious one, aren’t you?

I think I may have become
one of many
lost in the pulling thoughts of gravity—
how it moves
when there is no mass holding it.

Is this where our thoughts
get their waves from?
Form, I mean—
like how we can think
to even begin with.

Gravitational waves
moving through space
with swirling information
we can trace—
then translate.

I like how gravity
ripples out without mass—
shows us glimpses
in how our universe functions
in energetic verses.

Far across the fabric of spacetime,
gravity moves through
unattached to a mass.
Humans catch these waves
like a wish from a falling star—
waves so faint,
drifting from a distance
of cosmic inference.

And yet—
our minds expand
on what we find.
We see inside the waves—
codes locked away.

When we give it a chance,
we now can take a glance
inside the cosmic-verse—
decode a whole universe
of movements,
interactions,
gifts of deeper understanding.

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Conversations between celestial beings,
Goddesses and Gods—
their stories spoken in mass,
their tales written in motion,
retold in each star’s alignment,
stamped into the night’s sky
as we stare up
into the constellations.

We trace the stars,
seeking out their mysteries
with our eyes,
our stories,
our earthly stones.

No wonder pyramids and sacred stones
align with cosmic rhythms—
glimpses into the universe’s breath.
Into laws so ancient
we began translating them
before we even left
the cradle of Africa.

We carry them still,
through migration lines
etched in bone and sky,
in the weathered breath of time,
swirling our lives
like ships
in a storm of humanity.

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Fractures emerge in cycles,
rising outward
as the Earth shifts
to her own cosmic beat.

Icy walls.
Buried roads.
Land that sings of unknown lands.
Coastlines as fingerprints.
Maps of a memory
older than any map.

Like neurons etching
a synaptic return,
we wire ourselves
into a world
that was made for participation—

Not passivity.
Not dominion.
But relation.

Our bonds—like mycelium—
interstellar, continuous,
when the soil
is rich with story.
When we listen.

Environment is the key.
And I hope one day
we all will see—
that humans are the hands
that can do the work
the Earth just can’t,
until we remember ourselves
as her extended moving parts.

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When we entered
the realm of consciousness,
we opened
a steam of possibilities—
a pressure rising
from fractures
deep within every one of us.

Cracks not as flaws,
but as doors of gravitational lens.

This is where Einstein stopped.
He curved spacetime,
but left our thoughts fabric
outside the geometry
of the structure as a whole.

Why not consider humans
into the equation of the whole?

Learn our intericate mechnisms—
mind,
body,
spirit.

Learn how each cog works
in the what gears we’ve got,
like geometry shifting
in each of our thoughts,
movements,
dreams.

It doesn’t need to be perfect—
just needs to flow.

Flow like the strokes
from Picasso’s brush,
each color overlapping
in a slight shifting fractal.

Movement is formed
in the eye of the observer
as the clouds swirl
where his strokes gave form
to the air in a painting
that translates
inside the mind.

Our minds need
more than one kind
of thought stream.

We are not creatures of linearity—ran on one mode of understanding.

We are meant to flow as the worlds
shift from our connections.

We are the ones who can speak
Earth’s manifestations.

The Universe shows us the Laws.
It’s up to us
to translate what it means—
how it all works.
Put the pieces and parts together.
Move them like children at play—
see what happens
when we put this here.

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Curiosity opens up
Pandora’s boxes
as much as
Schrödinger’s defines it.

Both are descriptions
of humanity in a box—

So full of possibility—
locked away,
hidden,
obscured,
invisible,
left unknown.

But fear
is what locks the box.
Curiosity wonders
about the possibilities
still left inside it.

Thoughts move inside us like gravitational waves—
carrying new understandings of within.

It’s up to us to guide its path of understanding.

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