Collision in the Sky

Collision in the Sky by Adam Kincaid

Good Morning Sunrise; Peaceful is all nature

Weather controlling moods; Burning with desire

The Sun battles Luna for control of the sky

But Luna soon wins by seducing the Sun’s burning eye

She is a goddess dressed in silver

Screaming divinity is mine

Intercourse occurs in dawn and dusk’s mind

A sacred cosmic act when darkness and light collide

Mixing in brilliant colors; Constellations of the sky

I’ve seen the face of god; Bright in the light of the rising sun

I’ve seen a goddess; Dancing in the reflection of the moon

Birthing many stars; Forming constellations

An artistic painting; Of burning sensations

Search for the answers; Try to find the secret

Tell a self-consumed ear; Anything it wants to hear

Trust not what you feel; Or the comfort of a tear

The human mind slowly emits signals of fear

Let not immortality fade from your thought

Or frailty for that matter as well

A painted picture of heaven; But looks much more like hell

Draped outside it’s frame; A disaster makers tale

Don’t let it get you down; Beyond the shadow of a doubt

Make most of what you have; Someday time will soon run out

An hourglass running down; Sitting beside Buddha on your mantel

Search for wisdom in the trees; Kneel before your melting candle

If the sun is attracted to the earth; Drawing closely as a magnet

Creation will never know the truth; Creation can never tell

But if this were an occurance; We would all burn in hell

The Breakdown

I wrote this poem back in 2007 when I had made a decision that religion was not the answer to life’s questions, but rather nature had more comfort to offer. The first half of the poem describes the beauty of celestial bodies and tells of the enlightenment I had reached. I had found more solace in “worshipping” the tangible, visible power of the sun rather than the chaotic search for truth in religion. This was written nearly the same season of my life that I had a sun god tattooed across my shoulder.

The second portion of the poem discusses how I had decided to remain silent of my new conversion. I would have to continue to appease those in authority or the oppressors within the Christian faith to resist judgment. The poem leads into a discussion about how I would have to “keep my eyes open wide” and remain cautious of both good and evil.

The final paragraph of the poem discusses in confidence that the world will undoubtedly end but by natural means rather than religious causation. This also reminds that as time runs out, we should still search for wisdom and truth but by means of nature and science. Not that we will ever find definitive answers, but knowledge is essential to our species. Also note that the reference to Buddha is not in a negative sense, but rather that Buddhism offers useful wisdom and knowledge for us to live our lives by. Not as a god, but as a teacher.