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Here are the boundaries,
My Mind knows,
But it keeps bleeding,
Beyond the borders,
To flow,
And flower,
In places I don’t know.
Come here my love,
Let me submerge,
In our love,
Slowly.
Let me feel you,
Your heart, soul,
Straining for me,
Placidly.
Give me your beauty,
So I’m imbued,
In its radiance,
Sunburnt.
Let your hair flow,
And ensconce me,
So I exhale,
Released.
We are here now,
With our love.
So be here,
Forever.
The kisses and caresses,
Are fickle, illusive.
But our dreams,
Real.
So come lets dream,
Plant a seed,
Of love here,
Now.
Slake a scorched world,
Which seeks just
One thing now,
Love.
Come, let us dissolve,
Forget our “I”s,
Into one Life,
Together.
This poem wrote itself. I wanted to write more but it just brought itself to a conclusion and wouldn’t budge. When I read it again, it didn’t feel incomplete at all. Strange feeling, but in a good way =).
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Found this beautiful poem recently, here. It expresses most scientists’ world-view, and might I add, mine too, so beautifully and evocatively that I just had to post it here. In today’s world of fanatical religiousness and the upcoming stupidity of fanatical atheism, this poem is a welcome relief.
From desert cliff and mountaintop we trace the wide design,
Strike-slip fault and overthrust and syn and anticline…
We gaze upon creation where erosion makes it known,
And count the countless aeons in the banding of the stone.
Odd, long-vanished creatures and their tracks & shells are found;
Where truth has left its sketches on the slate below the ground.
The patient stone can speak, if we but listen when it talks.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the rocks.
There are those who name the stars, who watch the sky by night,
Seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light.
Long ago, when torture broke the remnant of his will,
Galileo recanted, but the Earth is moving still
High above the mountaintops, where only distance bars,
The truth has left its footprints in the dust between the stars.
We may watch and study or may shudder and deny,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the sky.
By stem and root and branch we trace, by feather, fang and fur,
How the living things that are descend from things that were.
The moss, the kelp, the zebrafish, the very mice and flies,
These tiny, humble, wordless things — how shall they tell us lies?
We are kin to beasts; no other answer can we bring.
The truth has left its fingerprints on every living thing.
Remember, should you have to choose between them in the strife,
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote life.
And we who listen to the stars, or walk the dusty grade
Or break the very atoms down to see how they are made,
Or study cells, or living things, seek truth with open hand.
The profoundest act of worship is to try to understand.
Deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed,
The truth has left its living word for anyone to read.
So turn and look where best you think the story is unfurled.
Humans wrote the Bible; God wrote the world.
— Catherine Faber
A stone falls in a pond,
Ripples,
Some large, some tiny,
So many.
A hammer hits a piano string,
So many tones,
Some high, some low,
Trapped in time’s flow.
The weave of a cloth,
So intricate,
Threads here, there,
Meandering to a plan sublime.
Insects buzz around a light,
So beautiful,
Ripples on a shimmering mess,
Trapped in a plan divine.
The pattern matters,
The substrate does not.
The mind is like this,
Complex, beautiful, ephemeral,
Rippling thoughts, shimmering dreams,
Does it matter, in gray matter or what?
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Everyone faces a choice at one point in their life —
To not think and “be happy,”
Or think about how the world may be made a better place.
People are scared to think, because once you see clearly,
It becomes your inescapable burden to carry your will to fruition —
For everyone’s good and the only way to lasting personal happiness.
May we all be courageously thoughtful and deeply happy.
I love you, for your sweet smile,
Revealing those crooked teeth,
The infinite fuzz your hair are,
The way you fumble and screw up.
But most of all, I love the way,
I can talk to you endlessly.
You love me,
For that couple of hair on my head,
My skin like silt, The way I always,
Love to ride my hyperbole.
And my strength as a man,
Every time I cry on your shoulders.
But wait, don’t tell anyone:
You’re supposed to be my Prize – beautiful and elegant,
And I’m supposed to be your Man – handsome and strong.
In this world of mass-media superficiality
And capitalism-induced inadequacy,
True love will always be, our dirty little secret.
So many gaudy flowers here
empty, cloying sweetness,
I flutter and come to you, My wildflower,
For only you exude
The nectar that I crave.
— For my love
And man forgot he was one,
With every “thing” that exists,
Pulled out his knife of logic,
And dismembered the universe.
How terribly alone and sad,
This child has become.
Alive and Dead,
There is a fine line,
Me and other,
There is a fine line.
And one day he woke up,
Realized he is one with everything,
There is no “me” or “human” in Reality,
And all misery disappeared.
He is alone no more,
Doesn’t crave another life,
Doesn’t crave for other life,
He is happy here, now, forever.
Everything is really one,
Something a knife will never know,
Trying to fit infinity itself,
On the edge of a knife?
Reality will laugh.
End this delusion,
End misery forever.
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The lyrics moved me so much I just had to post them here, if nothing, for my own reference in the future =). So, so, so true.
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can’t you understand
Oh my little girl
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial
Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm
Enjoy the silence
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We are,
Just a bunch of molecules,
Floating around aimlessly,
Doing something meaningful –
In accidental harmony.
We are,
A group of organs,
Doing their job, day and night,
Doing something together –
In accidental synchrony.
We are,
A group of animals,
Lusting and making lust,
Creating offsprings together –
Accidental fecundity.
We are,
A group of lovers,
Loving and making love,
Nurturing children together –
Accidental humanity.
We are,
A group of explorers,
Learning and helping,
Creating a new world for each other –
Accidental divinity.
We are,
A small speck in the universe,
Floating infinitely into infinity,
Too self-involved to notice –
Accidental inanity.
We are,
A beautiful accident,
In a universe where
Accident is the hand of God.
We are Humanity.
May we be good to ourselves and the universe and realize that the only good that will ever happen is what we do by our own hands and hearts. We are the creators and destroyers. We are the universe incarnate.
The Lost Realist 