Mystic Journey: Gravity 1
seen through hubble's scope* the orion
nebula resembles a bloody moth sticking
to incandescent lamp. thousands of solar
systems wide from wing-tip to tip it hides
motionless, held in the frozen aloneness
of deep space. hives of galaxies, fuzzy
fireflies caught in the endless nocturnal
background of amateur entomologist's photo,
complete the frame. time records an instant
of time that takes place only this moment.
are we too upturned butterflies, undersides
of formaldehyde wings exposed to erosion
by elements, cocooned coffins of decaying
flesh? nothing before, nothing after?
birth and death but end points on a finite
line? or are birth and death opposing
forces on an endlessly repeating circle
spinning and spinning about aimlessly,
south and north poles on a compass
tucked away in a lost mariner's pocket?
one lifetime is a thousand too short
to learn the answers to every question,
but instinct has a notion. nothing more
than the memory of deaths, to have it
we must have died countless times before.
so so much for a finite line. and
the main problem with a perfect circle-
it forgets the habits of evolution.
that's why i favor a looping spiral.
but what do sciences say of Man?
how old are we? were particles from which
we are made buzzing when the big roar
began? were our elementary atoms stitched
together before the sun was a child star?
the day our DNA graduated and became code
were the hapless dinosaurs no more than
molecules of clay mixed in mud? on the road
from amoeba to angel, did stellar evolution
design Man the crown of earthly nature?
having invested so much effort and time
in the production of our architecture,
would Kosmic Mind suffer any mind's oblivion
at the random chance of a clogged aorta?
viewed from the bottom-up are we not senior
to the dinosaur on nature's calendar?
seen from top-down does the magna carta
of Kosmic Law not bind nature to conserving
every speck of self-conscious vitality?
* Hubble telescope
poem by Doug Bentley
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Sonnet 17
in art the Kosmic Vision is free to indwell,
Kosmic Sense find visionary expression,
but no art form that Vision may tell:
Vision is free, from art laws in exemption.
art may reflect, but never compass Vision:
Vision, unlimited, is of unlimited scope:
Vision in art is a finite communication:
infinite Vision eludes laws of finite art.
Kosmic Sense is a new frontier of mind:
death to self that contact requires:
when self to limit of self is defined
self dies, and in Kosmic Self suspires.
in purgatory, self rises to heaven's brink:
then, limit defined, to purgatory must sink.
poem by Doug Bentley
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be Bold!
Be Bold!
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Baked in the galactic furnace,
projected with high velocity,
through fire and lightning,
crossing every field you are now here!
Thousand years of rain,
withstanding hard tests,
enduring action and reactions,
floods and storms you are now here!
O formless one, passing through tunnel of death,
nay, you are the input, you are the output
setting recycling process units,
on a mission you are now here!
raising and falling, recycled countless times,
cycle after cycle, witnessed evolution of nature,
it is not you evolved, but as reason for evolution,
to help nature to evolve you are here now!
Look into your own written dairy,
birth-less deathless are energy and matter,
how can be death be there to their creator?
to fill breath into nature you are now here!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Hubble Spectrograph Slices Time
park dugout canoe
leave trees standing
knowledge is growing
through Hubble telescope viewing
invisible universe backbone mapping
list astounding revelations exciting
multi-wavelength colorful pictures
newly revealed far-flung galaxies
densely packed dust star clusters
biblical eerie 'pillar of creation'
beautiful 'butterfly' 'bug' nebula
birth of planets around alien stars
probing composition structures
of atmospheres on other worlds
galaxies star clusters studied objects
Hubble imaging across wide slices
of space electromagnetic spectrum
from ultraviolet to near-infrared light
spectrograph slices across billions
of light-years to map filamentary
structure of accelerated universe
to trace distribution of elements
fundamental to life possibilities
reveals never-before-seen infant
galaxies that once existed
when the universe was less
than 500 million years old
astronomers with ambitious star plans
use Hubble to make deepest-ever
portrait universe in near-infrared light
Hubble is significantly
more well-equipped
to explore probe further
characterize the behavior
of mystery dark energy
mysterious little-understood
repulsive force
that is pushing
our universe
further apart at
an ever-faster
increasing rate
mysteries
great cosmic mysteries
await solutions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Request To Use The Hubble
I wonder if it is possible,
That I could make a request...
To use the Hubble?
And have it not be considered,
An act of good natured vanity.
'The hubble?
What are you talking about?
What is a 'hubble'?
The telescope!
Hubble Telescope.
The one used by scientists,
To locate something in the universe...
Light years away!
'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '
I've read something by a poet,
That was so far above my head...
My binoculars,
Can not detect the meaning.
That's how far out,
The message is.
It is in a place and time...
That will take millions of years,
To comprehend the sense of it!
And I have a need to locate,
The mind that has created this.
'For what purpose?
IF that was possible? '
'Something' COSMIC is attached,
To the mind of this poet.
And other poets have yet to know it.
And I suspect,
A digesting done comes from dimensions...
No one but that poet can detect.
And I'd like to give it a try.
'Are you pulling my leg? '
Now why would I want to do that?
Are you now implying I am a magician?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blinded by Ignorance
We are blinded by ignorance
There is no such credence or importance
Even child is not clean at the time of birth
It known lately that there is even death
What we have in our mind is pretty foolishness?
What we are today without grace from holiness?
Man is zero without any clue from almighty
It is senseless argument and simple pity
Man has only adjusted to his greed
Otherwise there was absolutely no need
To spoil the holy core of nature
As today we find unsecured future
Science no doubt is an advancement
But needs many changes with comments
It has helped less and harmed more
Many upheavals in natural set up when explored
Not a single place is germ free
It is like Deep Ocean and fruit laden tree
We can pick from there and utilize
Nature is cure and we are readily obliged
Every object has an inevitable end
Nature and its object must be treated as friend
Nature is friendly and our life line
No other source or theory can afford to side line
Ignorance of law can’t be termed as success
Nature has still denied some of the access
What have we done to preserve nature and cure?
Thank God nature is kind enough to endure
We have spared no efforts to ruin the nature
Everything has been taken for sure
Reason being today flood havocs and earth quakes
Volcano eruptions, bush fires and untimely deaths
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Firewalls
Adapt to writing on the wall,
respond, react not, and recall
that Nature tries to overturn
the status quo, so learn to spurn
rigidity which all in all loses touch with base.
Some species rise to swiftly fall,
lose ground to others, Nature's call
plays games with all as cycles turn,
return to nothingness and burn
idols which before Time's squall held pride of place.
Yet Nature's churning free-for-all
recuts Life's cards, acts to forestall
stagnation as new species learn
to thrive from niche advantage, earn
some space to find the wherewithal to old replace.
Observe the Himalayan wall
trace trilobites in steep Nepal
call all to witness, deep discern,
the folly mind-sets rigid yearn
adjourning evolution, stall 'to save the race'.
All systems needing overhaul
at any time tend to install
firewall tools, or sempiterne
defensive mechanisms burn
their bridges, fall self-defeating victims to Time's chase.
Omar Khayyam assured 'The ball
no questions asks' both great and small,
iron clad, fruit fly, must return
to dust from dust, as atoms earn
a chance to dance again with grace.
(28 April 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Living Choice
Its deep in heart that felt repeatedly
about a being in time and space
that follow the laws of nature
Betwixt the stimulus and response
a space and time that can defy the nature and destiny
defines the state of being
in the form of choice
Choice lies before us at every moment in life
to chart the direction of life
Else the chance will takeover the course
subordinating to the flow of nature
With choice in your hand
begin the passion to reach the destiny
Raise the motivation to be better
Unleash the talents required
That take the life towards evolution
pushing the human race ahead of the present existence
poem by Prakash Rao Sunchu
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0379 Species: sonnet 190
It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man;
how dangerous the skies - to men and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
Suppose that every species made extinct
by Man - God's guardian of all things that live -
deprived us - as indeed it may - by dint
of mindlessness, of something God's mind gives?
I watch the spider, humble in my praise:
self-spinning tightrope walker; engineer;
the knower of all Nature's weathered ways
and bold explorer on the winds that veer:
Nature spares the spider Man 's wild mind;
should mind in Nature rest, God's there to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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0420 Trust Nature
It's said that every species in the world
displays one gift beyond the scope of Man.
How dangerous the skies - for men, and birds -
how soiled the air, if wings were in Man's span!
Suppose that every species made extinct
by Man, the guardian of all things that live,
deprived us (as indeed it may..) by dint
of mindlessness, of something God's mind gives?
I watch the spider, humble in my praise:
self-spinning tightrope walker; engineer;
the knower of all Nature's weathered ways
and bold explorer on the winds that veer:
Nature spares the spider Man's wild mind;
should mind in Nature rest, there's more to find.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Thirteen Lines
A brain peered through stoic eyes;
Yet all it saw was rendered into
Flawed interpretation –
No honoured contemplation of a
Gluon, muon, quark of any flavour;
Nor a vision or conception of its world
Within a universe anthropic in its physical laws,
Inside a boundless multiverse.
All it gleaned and modelled
Bore parochialism well beyond belief! –
Delusional perhaps.
Survival only matters here on planet Earth –
Evolution saw to that.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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What if
Here I stand alone
With this weight upon my heart
And it will not go away
In my head I keep on looking back
Right back to the start
Wondering what it was that made you change
Well I tried
But I had to draw the line
And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind
Chorus:
What if I had never let you go
Would you be the man I used to know
If I'd stayed
If you'd tried
If we could only turn back time
But I guess we'll never know
Many roads to take
Some to joy
Some to heartache
Anyone can lose their way
And if I said that we could turn it back
Right back to the start
Would you take the chance and make the change
Do you think how it would have been sometimes
Do you pray that I'd never left your side
Chorus
If only we could turn the hands of time
If I could take you back would you still be mine
'Cause I tried
But I had to draw the line
And still this question keep on spinning in my mind
What if I had never let you go
Would you be the man I used to know
What if I had never walked away
'Cause I still love you more than I can say
If I'd stayed
If you'd tried
If we could only turn back time
But I guess we'll never know
We'll never know
song performed by by Kate Winslet
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Moving In Circles
when you say we are moving in circles
i always have in mind
endless endings
no left no right no tip no beginning no end
endless beginnings
as we move in circles be it in birth,
baptism, marriage, death
i always have in mind this circular path
where we start
where we think we will have the end
only to begin again
and we both think
isn't this rather boring?
isn't this meaningless
moving in circles
i look at you again
for the first time
i ask you,
do you stil love me?
i am being circuitous
but i always feel the need to ask so you may answer
and then i always get the feeling
when you say you love me
that in this circle
we have just began and we taste
how sweet was it once
and sweeter is it still
this time of the day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In my case, I used the elements of these simple forms - square, cube, line and color - to produce logical systems. Most of these systems were finite; that is, they were complete using all possible variations. This kept them simple.
quote by Sol LeWitt
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Nuage Fractal
all under one command
clouds overcast the land
infinite division
chaotic creation
patterns of flat spiral
spinning a triangle
wind on the schizosphere
nuage fractal appears
out there!
dynamic intruder
mutating whole numbers
systems are compromised
viruses organize
one simple memory
in every theory
all random elements
become determinants
out there lives someone
pirate space kingdom
we get lost
in this chaos
too soon for us
to be in touch
tomorrow we will know
something about the code
salvation's on it's way
in the light of today
cloud of all destiny
ghost of reality
nobody can detect
the butterfly effect
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song performed by by Voivod
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That Peace And Silence is In your heart!
Before the birth of universe,
Before the birth of star and universe,
Before the birth of space and time,
Before the eternal vibration,
there was grand silence,
And that is still in your heart!
Before the birth of Earth,
Before the birth of stars an Sun,
There was love and love brought elements,
And elements joined hands in love,
And the affinities and hinderences,
On the bass of background vibration AUM,
Dance of creation and destruction,
Started with its own orchestra,
Brought the stage show called life,
And that eternal Truth,
May one call it God,
Or Almighty, is watching its own dance,
Silently seated in every heart,
Find in your own heart
that silent witness!
Peace and silence of that truth,
Is all eloquent,
Great orator, always sit silent when others talk,
Silently picking word by word,
Gross and subtle meanings of all sentences,
Look at its patience,
Patiently waiting for end of dance of desires,
Speech of own ignorance,
And music of all dualities,
Duet music of nature and immature souls!
That peace is not lost,
Its silence is proof of its presence,
Its presence is basis of life,
Its own nature is above,
Above all perspectives and perceptives
Game of love of energy and matter!
found in nature!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Words
WORDS are but passing symbols of the deep
Crying unto deep in individual souls.
And men are words on the great voice that rolls
Through Nature, since that morn when from their sleep
The elements heard, and they who vigil keep
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On Heaven's battlements, to distant poles
Re-echoed, "Let light be!"—such voice as tolls
The birth and death of all who laugh or weep.
Not uniform, but in a wondrous plan,
Each diverse from his fellows, symbol each
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Of varying thought in the eternal mind.
Now at the feet of every age of man
We sit and learn. Haply, in perfect speech
Its voice will be God's message to our kind.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Lotus-flowers
Lotus-flowers
Naked I am before The Author of Life
-the child of nature’s birth and death
Imperfect I am before The Great Mind
-the child of passion’s limited to earth
Rebellious I am before The Truth
-the child of desire clothe with pride
Vicious I am before The Law
-the child of deceit and endless lies
Avaricious I am before The Master of All
-the child of corrupt and distorted image of life
Nauseous I am before The Ancient One
-the child of folly, ignorant antagonist
And I am the pilgrim before the God of the Universe
-the ‘you’ and the ‘I’ across time and space
Note:
Inspired by the teaching on “Nirvana”
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Sycamore Seed
Spinning slowly in the breeze
The sycamore seed follows blindly the random current of sun risen air
Unique to every other
It is driven by nature to reach beyond the realm
It's passage is graced with pirouetting design
On landing, who preys for its requiring conditions?
It is by chance alone that is made the sapling tree
It is by chance alone it's true purpose is realised
It is by chance alone, chance that chances collide
Catch your breeze
Spin wildly
Reach far
Chance that chance will be knocked by your will
Unique you are, spinning slowly in the breeze
poem by Stevie Taite
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This Bird, This Metaphor
There is the question of life and I
Questioned it again on my way to
The next town, somewhere in between
This place and wherever this road
Takes me, and I drew a bird once with
Only one wing and it flew in circles on
My page, around and around and finally
Gave up and sat just lead and lines
And now I follow these lines, this gray road
To another place where I will find yet
Another metaphor for life, it is a compass
Without a north, it is a lie without
A point, it is a grit toothed smile
It is a sunset without a moon, it is one
Step after one step, left than right, than
Circle and circle and slowly, slowly fade
poem by Ben Paynter
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