in Cezannes colour of blue ...
think it through and feel it out;
yes, if it's under-understood,
it'll be over-stated and over the top --
It'll bring restraint 'round the
swelling of that
voice inside, which shudders
to jab with the tongue
It'll watch
for dissonant growls
and raucous rants
all diseased by the need to disagree...
between your terminal-shadow of despair,
where your dark inadequacy lingers,
It'll dismantle your misery
and unravel your fear--
these pieces of you
they're not nearly risen ...
into my love;
in the invisible rhythm of suffering,
-- these simple words of loss: not with me.
-- forever
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
’tis wondrous to be a mote on Gods eye —
-you see roots of light, filaments;
it’s a miracle speeding ponderously, stupendously
as a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes –
dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely-in
where every round thing dares begin –
first-light at the edge of the fatal-skin you’re in,
rises in longing swells, the measure of your heart;
a nebulae of mystery, the numinous light of peregrinated stories –
from stars we come to stars we shall return,
this ancient ache of longing urging us to burn,
to shine on ‘n on from inside out,
where illumination is a fire without any doubt
I’m not worried now, she is beautiful
no need to hurry now, she never dies
in infinite nights, she carries us far and away
it’s a miracle speeding ponderously, stupendously
as a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes –
dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely-in
where every round thing dares begin –
first-light at the edge of the fatal-skin you’re in,
rises in longing swells, the measure of your heart;
a nebulae of mystery, the numinous light of peregrinated stories –
from stars we come to stars we shall return,
this ancient ache of longing urging us to burn,
to shine on ‘n on from inside out,
where illumination is a fire without any doubt
I’m not worried now, she is beautiful
no need to hurry now, she never dies
in infinite nights, she carries us far and away
curious cosmic scales
http://www.nikon.com/about/feelnikon/universcale/index_f.htm
All dirt is made from Mountains and Mountains are made from Fire and a Star exploded in ancient space for all this to transpire. So I’m DIRT you know, a stone weathering into clay, the language of Mountain written in the dust blowing, blown so far away! From dirt I come, to Stars I’ll return, through this fire aspiring inside my yearning to burn…a mote in the eye of God, slow-diving toward a black-hole in the heart of space, where dust like me and you, gathers unseen from all over the place …
what if light is the language of Star and Star is the language of night and night is an under-understood feeling of ineffable space where the infinite writes insight, with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen into particles ‘n photons that zeal; that seems to me to be so very real … then our shadows slow-diving on the ground are reminders of the night we carry around...
the relative dance to the frequencies of scale : Planet to Planet, Star to Star, Galaxies and Dark matter revolving in the slipperiness of deep space keeping pace to their own law of falling into each other in time and space matter — I’d imagine dear Wittgenstein with a black hole in his head bending the light with his insight — Godal, Escher ‘n Bach played with the infinite-in where all thats left of the Cheshire cat is the grin — canons and fugues with Shepard scales, the white whale of Information Theory, the Eternal Golden braid in Quantum tessellations made — it’s Higgy dust come from nothing to everything you see, a Quantum fluctuation made you ‘n me
Cosmologists used to consider that the Big Bang would result in a Big Crunch — it seems that mass and the Gravitational force of that mass is not enough when you consider that deep of space ‘n dark matter is actually accelerating expansion — there is a slipperiness to empty space — they’re calling it the ‘Big Rip’
see the French root of courage, ‘with heart’ — viva la couer, à la vie … like Nietzsche painted in his marvellous, ‘Thus spoke Zarathustra’, we are a ‘bridge,’ an interim response toward a loftier goal, toward a farther further place of which our hearts do know — we’re the quantum-foam on this sea of reality, where the roiling of Natures longing takes us to the next wave of creation. We’re a mutation and a momentary play on this thin organic film of symbiotic life on our inextricably intimately evolving Planet. We’re this Planets thoughts and meaning. This Planet which longs in swelling waves toward the Stars. From Stars we come to Stars we shall return. Look up! Dream Up! Love up! Burn!
‘if there’s no mass to catch my fall, is my velocity vector toward forever’ — of the two universal laws of living in time and space matters, i.e., the law of falling and the law of catching up, the former is often given a bad rap due to the physics of terminal velocity, which kinda scares us, i.e., the terminal part — nonetheless, this falling is part of why things move in space and why the second law, which we’re more myopic about, is also very important, as this is why planets ellipse around Suns and why Poets are always falling in Love…
All dirt is made from Mountains and Mountains are made from Fire and a Star exploded in ancient space for all this to transpire. So I’m DIRT you know, a stone weathering into clay, the language of Mountain written in the dust blowing, blown so far away! From dirt I come, to Stars I’ll return, through this fire aspiring inside my yearning to burn…a mote in the eye of God, slow-diving toward a black-hole in the heart of space, where dust like me and you, gathers unseen from all over the place …
what if light is the language of Star and Star is the language of night and night is an under-understood feeling of ineffable space where the infinite writes insight, with plasma roiling from its transmuting pen into particles ‘n photons that zeal; that seems to me to be so very real … then our shadows slow-diving on the ground are reminders of the night we carry around...
the relative dance to the frequencies of scale : Planet to Planet, Star to Star, Galaxies and Dark matter revolving in the slipperiness of deep space keeping pace to their own law of falling into each other in time and space matter — I’d imagine dear Wittgenstein with a black hole in his head bending the light with his insight — Godal, Escher ‘n Bach played with the infinite-in where all thats left of the Cheshire cat is the grin — canons and fugues with Shepard scales, the white whale of Information Theory, the Eternal Golden braid in Quantum tessellations made — it’s Higgy dust come from nothing to everything you see, a Quantum fluctuation made you ‘n me
Cosmologists used to consider that the Big Bang would result in a Big Crunch — it seems that mass and the Gravitational force of that mass is not enough when you consider that deep of space ‘n dark matter is actually accelerating expansion — there is a slipperiness to empty space — they’re calling it the ‘Big Rip’
see the French root of courage, ‘with heart’ — viva la couer, à la vie … like Nietzsche painted in his marvellous, ‘Thus spoke Zarathustra’, we are a ‘bridge,’ an interim response toward a loftier goal, toward a farther further place of which our hearts do know — we’re the quantum-foam on this sea of reality, where the roiling of Natures longing takes us to the next wave of creation. We’re a mutation and a momentary play on this thin organic film of symbiotic life on our inextricably intimately evolving Planet. We’re this Planets thoughts and meaning. This Planet which longs in swelling waves toward the Stars. From Stars we come to Stars we shall return. Look up! Dream Up! Love up! Burn!
‘if there’s no mass to catch my fall, is my velocity vector toward forever’ — of the two universal laws of living in time and space matters, i.e., the law of falling and the law of catching up, the former is often given a bad rap due to the physics of terminal velocity, which kinda scares us, i.e., the terminal part — nonetheless, this falling is part of why things move in space and why the second law, which we’re more myopic about, is also very important, as this is why planets ellipse around Suns and why Poets are always falling in Love…
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