Eternal Plasma Poem by Tom Billsborough
Eternal Plasma
Oh sea,
Your eternal plasma whispers to me.
I am the real, you but a passing dream.
I am the nothingness
Which creates by being.
I am the unity
That you seek in song.
I the deep tarn, inscrutable as Tao.
I the cataract bathing in steam.
I am the Ganges and the Nile,
The yawning Pacific and the perpetual rain.
I am the heart but know no sorrow.
I shall not see you again tomorrow.
I have no desire to retain the fleeting,
Nor the unreality of seeing.
Eternal plasma whispers with passing dreams of perpetual rain. This is wonderful poem that is highlighted with beauty of philosophy. This is deep and excellent.10
The dance of energy is alluring, but it ultimately portends the dissolution of inner experience as a source of meaning. You strike an insouciant note, for your your interiority offers something unique: it is a path to explore meaning, and meaning once established is not subject to dissolution. This is a humanistic affirmation. Interiority wrests meaning from the absolute ground of being, however one conceives it.
I went down a wrong path of interpretation. Having read your reply, I realize that lines 3 through 15 are the message communicated in silence by the sea. Thanks for finding a shred of validity in my misreading.
In a sense the sea is the mirror of my own interior dance of energy in my conscious self. I'm not sure it is insouciance. Rather a kind of modesty as my consciousness will not allow me credit for the creative act, insofar as I think I am but the vehicle of an inner self over which I have no control. But I agree that following the path to explore meaning provides us with the firm ground we need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/30/2025 4:17:16 AM # 1.0.0
The unreality of seeing! I A conversation with the ocean. I have a strong affinity for the ocean. It is the place where I feel most connected to the world, to everything around me, less an I and more of a we, an us, or an everything. You words are really quite beautiful. I could delve in and break down line by line, but in this instance, what I like most about this poem, is how it makes me feel. Wonderful Tom.
I share your affinity to the sea. We are only five miles away from the Irish Sea. It is a great heart pumping through the world, our bloodstream. One of my favourite Poets, St Jean Perse wrote a whole book of poems just about the Sea. A sort of Homage. It's called Amers which in French means sea parts. I read a bit of it most days.