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Welcome to Quantum Reality: Virtual worlds of imaginary particles: The dreams stuff is made of: Life, the eternal ghost in the machine...
||...Behold! Thy True Heroes,
Pioneers eternal, questing each,
'Twixt misty labyrinths of the mind,
And celestial Frontiers shining beyond...
'Tis Day, we give thanks to thee,
'Tis Dawn, we give thanks to thee,
'Tis Dusk, we give thanks to thee,
I will be your moon that patiently glows in the dark of night, so you may always find your way home.
Twinkling brilliantly like a galaxy of stars, I will make your eyes dance and your heart laugh with wonder.
Like the glorious sun, I will warm your soul and give you rise to a new dawning each day...as the spark within you grows into a radiant light.
Now know and bring forth all that is beautiful, soulmate, and set the world ablaze with the wonder that is you.
(inspired by, well - you have to figure it out - see the RuneQuest
Within a central hall of secrets found,
A hidden tomb of ancient kings stands bold,
Tis metal wave from tree of stone drawn forth,
A beam of light shall pass through glyphs of old,
Answers, virtually invisible,
Eluding the grasp of shadow forces,
But one with lucid memory shall find,
The way -- digital interpretation,
In lodestone's field, T is your position,
ReQuest compass, by CANDLE light the breach,
Can you see anything?, Look with Young eyes,
From X through Q, Ra's light will show the way,
That which was encrypted, let it be found.
(inspired by the quest to solve Kryptos)
My Immortal Soul:
In the tender hands of careless fate rests my immortal soul,
Born of the crackling thunder of an ancient and ageless sky,
Glowing brilliantly as a lone shining raindrop, falling to earth,
There to embrace the swift mountain stream, flowing to sea,
To join, and be lost, in the rhythmic chorus of ocean thunder,
Sculpting memories of glorious flight upon the rocky coastlines.
(the poet Omar Khayyam got depressed, but was otherwise right...this is a pantheistic reply)
(we have only a short time in life, and after that, only other's memories of us shall remain, until all that we were is gradually forgotten...)
Each Tiny Drop:
Raindrops, Nature's joyous tears, momentary crystals of silvery liquid, tiny mirrors of a cloud-grey sky.
Coated are the quiet buds, the fractal bumps and gnarls of tree limbs bare to an icy morning's caress.
The drops fall silently on smooth lake water, to join their former brethren, the pioneers of gravity's union.
Created are the echoes of time, ripples which travel, as if by sail, under slight direction of a whimsy breeze.
The falling beads sing a faint song, an ancient drumbeat, relating the mystery of Nature to a curious ear.
Carved of air, an autumn mist forms, the rain rising anew, to rejoin the dance from whence it was born.
Each tiny drop, highlighting the verdant green of pine and cedar needles.
Each tiny drop, full of the magic and wonder of life.
Each tiny drop, a simple promise of Nature's perfection.
(inspired by a beautiful, perfect rainy day at the lake, a very light rain creating magic on the water and trees...)
Spiral of Life Interwoven:
T * U Y
B A H
(inspired by Kryptos, and the patterns hidden within all of Nature)
The adventure of life is to learn.
The purpose of life is to grow.
The nature of life is to change.
The challenge of life is to overcome.
The essence of life is to care.
The opportunity of life is to experience.
The secret of life is to dare.
The spice of life is to befriend.
The beauty of life is to create.
The joy of life is to love.
The spirit of life is to be.
(my modification of a poem by William Arthur Ward, however it is mostly unchanged)
Via flowing rivers of ethereal potential,
amidst galactic starways,
The dust of life wanders,
awaiting the geometric fire of chance.
(I don't know...just playing...love metaphors)
Individual living being:
A dynamic biological soliton,
An incrementally changing molecular pattern,
Existing coherently as a simply connected, relativistic world-line,
An evolving network which maintains a certain degree of synergistic integrity,
A self-referential feedback-looped neural net encased in a carbon-based protein shell.
(inspired by some more scientific descriptions of life...)
(...or maybe just "Bucky-talk" see Buckminster Fuller-Synergetics ;-) )
(inspired by how science works, how something as fantastic as nature can be understood and modeled by math and physics)
The Trinity Cycles:
Heart to Hand, I do give of Body,
Hand to Head, I do give of Mind,
Head to Heart, I do give of Spirit,
Each aspect essential and flowing,
The elemental trinity of humanity,
Creating wonder, I do give of Myself...
Admiring wonder, I receive of Myself...
The elemental trinity of humanity,
Each aspect essential and flowing,
Heart to Head, I receive of Spirit,
Head to Hand, I receive of Mind,
Hand to Heart, I receive of Body.
(I love word patterns and relations)
Wonders to Behold:
Just a few of the rare and wonderful things that one may notice...
The twinkling stars of night's grand sky,
The golden rays of sunlight through trees,
The glowing moon mirrored on a lake,
The scent of pine in the forest mist,
The glittering auroras of the northern climes,
The leaves of autumn dancing on the wind,
The craggy face of a mountain's peak,
The crashing waves of the singing ocean,
The misty spray of a waterfall's drop,
The crystalline ripples of winter icicles,
The mesmerizing dance of the fire's flame,
The polished sands of a mountain beach,
The polished stones of a river's bed,
The clouds of a perfect fiery sunset,
The blazing force of a lighting strike,
The light rain on a warm summer night,
The warmth of the hearth in winter's grip,
The double arcs of a brilliant rainbow,
The hazy ice-bow around moon or sun,
The sparkle of fire in a well-cut gem,
The deep-frosted blue of an arctic iceberg,
The rush of wind across a planted field,
The mists of dawn rising from a hidden lake,
The silent dark of a deep-rooted cavern,
The view from a height, as the sun does see,
The calm scent of a candle during meditation,
The squeezed light of eclipse, solar or lunar,
The morning dew on a spider's web,
The living force of a tropical rainforest,
The infinite depth of a fractal's dimension,
The artistic wonder of natural symmetry,
The tingling rush of ecstasy and insight,
The perfumed scent of a botanical garden,
The awesome perfection of deep mathematics,
The fascinating wonder of natural illusion,
The chaotic dance of smoke's trail swirling,
The downy touch of a young animal's fur,
The spark of understanding in a infant's gaze,
The intense power of a massive thunderstorm,
The delicate flight of wisps on a playful breeze,
The happy unexpected result of years of work,
The great idea that was first discovered by you,
The ripples of rain on a lantern-lit lake,
The passionate kiss of a lover's sweet lips,
The perfect order of a well-kept oriental garden,
The dendrites of crystal frost grown on a window,
The everyday sounds of the living woods,
The music composed and played by a master,
The explanation of all things by the methods of science,
The fact that you are alive and wondering,
The exquisite joy when everything works out just right,
The smooth rush of an adrenaline high,
The music of a breeze playing with wind chimes,
The earthy roar of a rock laden river,
The elation of your child surpassing expectation,
The first moments of shared intimacy,
The vividness of a dream you just woke from,
The airy lightness of rainbow coated bubbles,
The calming mist of a hot sauna on a cold night,
The downy warmth of sunlight on chilled limbs,
The brisk autumn air in hungry lungs,
The scampering of a squirrel on too thin branches,
The delicious aroma of a just-peeled orange,
The subtleness of beauty frozen in time,
The realization that it's all very simple,
The works of mankind, that genius wrought,...
...and the rest of the natural universe, waiting to be found.
(inspired by...all of the above -- in no particular order for the most part -- and almost assuredly unfinished...)
Song of the Blazen'd Leaves:
Leaves, wind strewn, blanket their precious mother earth,
Sentinels to another autumn come, and year soon gone,
They form half-poised in winter, laughing with gentle mirth,
Buds of exquisite suppleness emerging with spring's dawn,
They wave proudly full-grown, collecting the solar light,
Each scripting a fossil record in parchment's good trust,
Forgetting the bond of once mutual care, they take flight,
Their glorious colors shining briefly, then fading to dust,
Each reenacts nature's quiet lesson:
Of birth, and life, and death, finally.
Yet, the leaves may speak, to him who knows their tongue,
Listen, I will tell you of epic sagas, that each leaf has sung:
Their fractal patterns speak of distant ocean coastlines,
And the infinite realms between integer dimensions,
Their rustling breeze-dance, a concert of the greatest acoustic form,
Their fall to ground, the vectorial art of gravity and wind-borne aerodynamics,
Verdant photochemistry drives the their biologic energy cycles,
Hinting at stellar astrophysics and light's own star-core creation,
In heat and cold, sun and wind and rain, meteorology is daily queried,
As micro-structures all about control environmental thermodynamics,
Hydrodynamics flows life's-blood through veins and capillaries,
Quantum physics provides spectroscopic color of molecular combination,
Faint chemical markers abound that explain an ecological niche,
Trace mineral content forensically registers with the local geology,
Deep inside genetic codes exist, each cell holding algorithms of the entirety,
That did reproduce and play, to evolve a better leaf, and a better tree...
Till only this natural encyclopedia of scientific lore remains,
The successor of a billion years of adaptation, and father to more,
Each leaf sings aloud the writing of the universe,
To understand you must learn how to listen and read...
(unfinished, needs to be polished...)
(inspired by science, and all of its disciplines)
(I refute the cliché that knowing more about something removes the mystery, it only enhances and deepens the mystery)
(one might believe that a leaf can only repeat the story all creatures know: birth, life, death)
(but to one versed in science, the simple leaf is an awe-inspiring encyclopedia of knowledge, lore, and wonder...)
You were yesterday born, you will tomorrow die,
'Twixt these twin poles, what paths will you try?
Some will choose wisely, and will happiness find,
Others will meander on the road that does wind.
Whatever you choose, herein lies sage advice,
Listen closely if you wish, or just throw the dice.
Or figure it out for yourself, for that is truly best,
But here are some gems, on which it all does rest.
If you can remember, remember past glories,
If you can think, think present dreams,
If you can imagine, imagine future victories,
If you can see, see flawless beauty,
If you can hear, hear joyous laughter,
If you can smell, smell bewitching perfumes,
If you can taste, taste honeyed sweetness,
If you can feel, feel tender gentleness,
If you can speak, speak profound words,
If you can walk, walk seasoned miles,
If you can build, build crystalline castles,
There are so many paths, so many crossings in this world,
Select carefully amongst these, before your flag is furled.
The best that you can do, the most important to heed,
Give constant thought, the next line that you read:
If you can live, live as one who is fully, truthfully, alive!
For there is only one destination, to which we all drive.
Once that endpoint is reached, there is no turning back,
Choices made will be set, and the rest you'll forever lack...
(inspired by reading The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam / Edward Fitzgerald 5th Ed. / E.H. Whinfield)
(this doesn't come close to Fitzgerald or Whinfield's eloquence, IMO, but this might be taken as my interpretation and advice... )
Rainbow, rainbow, in the sky,
Why do you appear when the world does cry?
Could it be that as light and liquid play,
They create a spectrum to show the way?
With outside dimmed to the bright inside,
This natural splendor stands as a guide.
So when you find that you're naught but sad,
Find tranquility within and you'll be glad.
Rainbow, rainbow, in my soul,
To seek your colors shall be my goal...
(more or less set to the tune of Twinkle, twinkle, little star :-) )
(inspired by, well, rainbows obviously - one of the most amazing phenomena ever, although I still want to see an aurora)
(I didn't realize it for a long time, but all rainbows are actually a set of two colored arcs, one bright and one very faint)
(The faint one is usually not seen, unless just the right conditions are present)
Moment of Insight:
At the moment of insight,
Everything is clear,
And all is right,
And each thing is connected in Beauty,
A tingling rush at every hair and fiber,
This spark of ecstasy,
An instant that will be remembered,
When all else is forgot,
To feel totally alive,
In sympathy with the Universe,
For the Truth is revealed,
Reality speaks rarely,
Lucky the one who has heard.
(Those who have experienced such a moment know that words are but a pale description)
Upon the Shoulders of Giants...Math from the Apple Tree:
Here by thee,
Newton did find,
A flash in his mind.
A gravited apple fell,
It's blow rang his bell,
So from this great peak,
A bit of lore we will seek.
We will search for this key:
Does math come from a tree?
Apples are here for the taking,
Just plain, or maybe for baking.
So let's climb up to the branches,
Fast or slow, we take our chances,
Bite into one and feel the juices flow,
This is awesome, I'm starting to know,
That math is successful for any amount,
One, Two, Three..., that's how you Count.
Now, this apple is quite tasty, but let me see,
Addition helps out as I pick more from the tree.
But some friends show up, and they're hungry too;
I guess Subtraction will be useful, to feed these few.
Even more people show up, with more mouths to feed;
We can try Multiplication, by planting a bit of the seed.
But now everybody wants a share, what can we possibly do;
Division also will be needed, then we can feed the whole crew.
Wow, are these apples magic; they're growing way out of sight;
We will need Exponentiation, to count our way out of this plight.
Then we come to the stumbling block, where I can only stand mute,
Is the next one a Logarithm, or considering the above, is it the Root?
(watch out, that don't you stumble over that root too, or was it a log?!! ;-) )
(inspired by a healthy snack, Newton's famous Apple; isn't math fun!)
(BTW, for those that don't know, Newton basically invented Calculus and Newtonian Physics, after the whole apple incident)
( 1,2,3,..., Inc , Dec , + , - , * , / , ^ , Log , Root)
(Counting is repeated Increment/Successor: x=Inc[a], the inverse gives Decrement/Predecessor: a=Dec[x])
(Addition is repeated Counting: x=Incb[a]=a+b, the inverse gives Subtraction: a=x-b , b=x-a)
(Multiplication is repeated Addition: x=Sumb[a]=a*b, the inverse gives Division: a=x/b , b=x/a)
(Exponentiation is repeated Multiplication: x=Prodb[a]=a^b, it has two inverses, Log and Root: a=Rootb[x] , b=Loga[x])
Rune Storm of Asgard:
From yon distant crags hear the gods of battle clash,
And beyond the fjords the vaulted heavens flash.
Then as hurricane winds strike and sunder trees,
A stout Viking warrior is felled to the knees.
He regains his stance, but the world's as a tomb;
Have the Norns of fate come to cast his doom?
A midnight stallion thunders 'cross the sky;
"To Sword! Hel is loosed, Ragnarok is nigh"!
The dark-cloaked herald bears the runes of dread,
As Thor's eager lightning tears dark clouds to red.
The warrior dares not meet the haunted rider's eyes,
For Heimdall has seen armies of death on the rise.
The starry dome is for long moments coated in blood,
And the rain-swept plain has become a river in flood.
The ancient ash-tree explodes in grisly flame-fury;
A heart in the grip of ice now beats in frantic hurry.
It's as if the time of man and earth has come to an end,
As torrents of deadly hail raze those unable to fend.
The ghostly horse races onward, as pursued by wolves,
And Midgard itself trembles under its beating hooves...
But, as the forces of war depart from a sky cloud-torn,
A faint quiver of locked-away hope shines newly-born.
Odin's dire storm raged far and wide, its magic now spent,
And bare life emerges from the ground that was rent.
A verdant sprig of elven green stands, Nature thus to show,
Victory on yet another morn, under the Valkyrie's rainbow...
(inspired by some awesome storms I've seen; just wanted to stir up some tremulous emotions)
(trying to recreate the sensations in this literary storm by mixing in a little Norse mythology)
(of course, I just can't believe that entropy will win, there's always a rainbow if you look hard enough or wait long enough)
On what search-engine can we all true rely,
Give the time-honored scientific-method a try.
Listen and learn to all it will say,
And you will be building the future today.
JBW 2003-Apr/May :-)
Once, a creature wandered lost and alone in the great Wilderness,
And there came upon a wondrous Presence, and knew,
That here was a Being encompassing all things.
And the creature spoke thusly...
Oh Lord, are you my Lord?
And the Presence spoke thusly:
As much as you are Mine, I am yours.
Oh Lord, how is it I speak to You?
You have never spoken to Me before, till now,
Yet you have spoken to Me with every breath of your Life.
Oh Lord, how shall I call You?
I have many names, more names than there are languages,
But they are only names, call Me as you will.
Oh Lord, how shall I please You?
You are as much pleasing to Me as I am pleasing to you.
When you feel harmony in your life, I feel your harmony as well.
Oh Lord, who are You?
I am the solid air, the flame in water, the ether in earth, and the ocean's fire.
I am everything, and nothing. I am your reflection, just as you are Mine.
Oh Lord, where are You?
I am everywhere and nowhere always. I am here with you now.
I am all that was, is, and will be, and you are of Me as well.
Oh Lord, do the holy ones know You?
Indeed, the wisest are the holiest, and they know but a part of Me.
However, many there are that claim to know Me, but know Me not.
Oh Lord, how may I know You?
Learn, it is simple. Open your eyes, ask Me your questions, and read My answers.
I answer to all who ask rightly, and grant more questions in return. Learn My Truth.
Oh Lord, how shall I know the Truth?
The Truth is that which endures all doubts and all questions. The Truth does not lie, or pretend, give false hope, or illusions.
The Truth does not say "believe" or "have faith", the Truth says "question My Reality, I will answer".
Oh Lord, how shall I know Reality?
Reality is all about, and all beings find Me eventually; some sooner, some later.
Those living that seek this Truth will find it in Beauty, but the Truth will try them as well. Seek bravely.
Oh Lord, I find mathematics very beautiful...
Then you are on the right path, for mathematics is a language and art that is dear to Me.
The study of logic and number is an excellent start for your journey. It is the foundation of science.
Oh Lord, I find science very beautiful as well...
Science is a book full of wondrous knowledge, which can create and destroy. It seeks my Truth and follows my Reality..
Many have consulted Me to fill in those pages. Use the book of science wisely, and it will serve you well.
Oh Lord, will I find You again?
You may find Me when you find yourself lost in Beauty and Truth,
For all paths in this Wilderness lead through Me, for I am the Reality.
...and with that, the Presence expanded and departed, leaving yet remaining,
The creature, still lost but hopeful, smiled and continued wandering through the great Wilderness.
(inspired by various religious topics on radio, discussion groups, pondering on life, etc.)
Mother Nature, Father Technology:
Mother Nature, Father Technology,
What lessons of life would you teach to me?
I give you form, my child, that you may walk,
I give you sight, my child, that you may see.
Twin aspects of the greatest unity,
We give to our children this prophecy,
The living will find their ways in this world,
The wise will create their heaven as we.
Light from earth's rainbow, flower, and crystal,
Mix a spectrum of art elemental,
Sound from earth's breathing, water, and thunder,
Blend a song of spirit transcendental.
'Tis not one of nature and one of man,
But one eternal, and one force élan,
All living creatures shall dance with this pair,
Wonders shall be born of this caravan.
Bee buzzes round his hexagonal home,
Spider weaves downy webs of silken chrome,
Bird knits a sturdy nest of leaves and twigs,
Beaver builds great dams around his log dome.
All told, lord man won the ultimate prize,
Creative genius inside of him vies,
Born of nature and seeing the pattern,
He invents and learns with all that he tries.
Mother Nature, Father Technology,
What lessons of life did you teach to me?
I gave you form, my child, that you could walk,
I gave you sight, my child, that you could see.
(inspired by the catchy name of a website I visited, something about Father Technology: an obvious extension from Mother Nature)
(both forces give power to humanity to create goodness in this world)
(the quatrain structure inspired by The Ruba'iyat of Omar Khayyam/Edward Fitzgerald)
Various Haiku (2003):
Three lines you must write,
Five, seven, five, and that's it,
Great haiku thus formed.
Then add metaphor,
Ambiguity, or rhyme,
Sweet pleasure in time. (although technically haiku are unrhymed, but rules are made to be broken ;-) )
Earth, water, air, and fire:,
The four elements...
|Not far from the truth,
Solid, liquid, gas, plasma:,
The states of matter...
|But, Nature has more,
The Bose-Einstein condensate,
Is yet another...
|...And lest we forget,
The galaxy creators,
Gravity's black holes.
|This sentence is false,
If true, then false; if false, true,
|Start reading right here,
Follow the poem a bit more,
Go back to the start...
|This line is false, too,
Hold it just a minute there,
Who's writing this stuff?
(inspired originally by haiku written by my friend, Bill Passmore)
Haiku of the Mystic Numbers:
Zero, the center,
Symbol of nothing, yet more,
Granter of balance.
One, the first to count,
Unit by which all measure,
It will describe truth.
Two, the yin and yang,
Members of duets and duels,
Three, supports aligned,
Significant for structure,
Four, the dimension,
Of space and time united,
Five, the sign of Man,
Digits or tally marks grouped,
The rays of a star.
Six, magic value,
Carbon chemistry of life,
First perfect number.
Seven, humans play,
Musical notes, A through G,
Luck in pair o' dice.
Eight, serious math,
Octonions are the last,
to follow nice rules.
The universal wholeness,
Complex number discovered,
π, the circle's sign,
e, natural growth,
e 2 π i = 1,
Math: Truth is Beauty.
(dedicated to the only real knowable truth, and inspired by my friend, Tony Smith, who loves serious math)
"I am made from the dust of the stars,
And the oceans flow in my veins..."
Thoughts rise up in the evening of my mind,
Like a million constellations of light,
No stranger to the mystic garden of this world,
From the open waters of blue to the shining cities of silver,
I come out from the heart of this Nature, looking away out to see,
Swimming and seeking so deep, through its air of endless mystery,
When my heart makes rendezvous on spirit's wings of careless flight,
In just sympathy with the blazing desert sun and arctic winter rain,
As a star-born elemental and creator of joyous wonder,
From illusion of dream to steel force of reality,
I will touch this Universe, my home and birthright,
Radiating heat to its once frozen silence,
And light to its midnight hidden reaches,
For I am Solimani rising, master of this realm...
Can't you see, what I'm doing tonight,
It is a noble quest of one with the power,
To set everybody free..., it can be done,
For truly, I'm one to believe in magic...
Though never more as a harmless fool,
Only my memory has a second-sight.
Just ask me, from the plain runway,
Of a simple tool in my fingers,
Pointing with a sense of proportion,
And by tempered changes overnight,
I will wave my "magic wand",
And make everything all right...
(inspired by the lyrics and music of Rush, my "improvising" of the title-song of the Presto album)
(obviously, this arrangement doesn't fit the song melody, but you can read it as a poem instead)
(I was trying to take the lyrics in a different direction from the original, but constraining it to many of the same wordings)
(of course, there is some, shall we say, "poetic license" taken; the result is a bit forced, but it's not far from where I want it to be...)
The Path of Knowledge and Wisdom:
To Seek Truth: That anything is possible one must believe,
To Avoid Falsity: Its measure of doubt give to each and all,
The Path of Knowledge rests in the balance of these.
To Seek Good: With your power be creative and productive,
To Avoid Evil: For your actions be responsible and accountable,
The Path of Wisdom rests in the balance of these.
(harmony/balance seems very important to me...)
On the Day of my Death:
On the day of my death, I will see no angel or god,
Nor spirit to carry me away, I will simply cease to be.
Do I regret or feel alone? No, for I am a human being,
A part of the noble Universe, That surrounds us all.
On that fateful date, My heart and blood will stop,
My thoughts will cease, My body will be finished.
My atoms and the elements, That make me as I am,
Will part to go their ways, To form again something new.
All that will remain of me, Are the works that I have made,
The ideas that I wrote, my children, And their descendents.
This is enough to give me hope, I need not a Lord to take me,
Nor another to comfort me, For I was special enough.
I lived well and true and bold, Fought for what was right,
Made good of the life I had, And was joyful of that.
Farewell to all I leave behind, Cry not of my passing,
I will not see you again, Simply remember my moment alive.
(not exactly sure what inspired this...but I think it came out well)
(perhaps it is a foreboding concerning my father... long story, don't ask...)
(dedicated to my Father, 4 Sept 1938 -- 15 Oct 2005)
Past lives gloriously on with my memory.
I experience vividly Present with my senses.
With my imagination I wondrously visit Future.
Miracle of the Universe:
Photons race, Nuclei condense,
Stars born and dead, supernova dust,
Elements emerge, Chemicals coalesce,
Organic compounds bathe in sunlight,
A Life awakes, a miracle of the Universe,
Cells wander, fight, conquer, and fade,
Others join forces, symbiosis and sex,
Multi-celled organisms alive in the world,
All senses alert and neurons stimulated,
A Mind awakes, a miracle of the Universe,
Creatures swim, walk, and fly in the world,
Awareness of else, and reaction thereto,
Awareness of self, and action therefrom,
Tools, counting, language, memory,
A Sentience awakes, a miracle of the Universe,
Intelligence gives thought to its form,
Rejoices in the wonder of beauty and truth,
What is the secret..., what is the game...,
Random chance and natural selection,
Simple Evolution, a miracle of the Universe.
(dedicated to all evolutionists, inspired to refute the irrational creationists)
Wind does play upon these chimes,
Weaving patterns of joyous delight,
Subtle breeze, a light caress,
I feel the rhythm of your nature,
In the mystic echo of my heart.
Raindrops sing upon my roof,
Chanting tales of days gone by;
With such comfort upon my bed,
I dream of things that are yet to be...
A Random Glance:
From random glance,
To skyward gaze evolved,
Ancient fires from afar do beckon,
Nightly whispering mystery eternal.
To heaven swiftly youthful spirit ascends,
From this body aged and weather-worn,
Starry pathways mind anew does travel,
Earthly woes once more forgotten.
(inspired by the night sky and play on "random chance")
(dedicated to the memory of the crews of the Challenger & the Columbia, and all those who reach for the stars)
(may their brave spirits and wondrous achievements lead the way to the future)
Knowledge of the Universe is my Capital;
Reason is the Root of my Faith;
Love is my Foundation;
Enthusiasm is my Horse;
Memory is my Friend;
Fairness is my Treasure;
Serenity is my Companion;
Science is my Arm and Armor;
Patience is my Mantle;
Curiosity is my Booty;
Achievement is my Pride;
Dedication is my Art;
Conviction is my Power;
Truth is my Redeemer;
Self-Control is my Sufficiency;
Striving is my Manner;
And my Pleasure is in my Thoughts and Deeds.
(my modification of a poem attributed to Mohammed)
It Just Takes a Spark...:
In a spark, a spontaneous moment, life emerged from the crashing waves of the universal ocean.
(was intending to finish it sometime, but it stands well alone...)
( I seem to have taken about a decade break here... :-) Guess I was busy with something else?... )
A Knight Questing:
A lone ghostly Traveller, lost in a World cold and dark,
Seeking Truth, unguided by friendly hand or Ancient Wisdom,
Once happened upon a Fire, warm, and bright, and Kind,
And the void in a Soul, hopeless and wandering, was filled;
For a time, the Traveller basked in the Light of a Smile,
But awoke one morn to find the Fire fled, away to the Sky;
Saddened, the Traveller continued along the Road, unburdened,
For, though cold and darkness sought the Path once more,
The Fairie Fire, the Vision, had leapt upward to become a Star,
A Guide, to Light the Road, a Celestial Memory, a Friend;
Though a Ghost once more, the Traveller was no longer haunted,
And reached out often to touch the Star along the Journey.
a Knight Questing...
(dedicated to a Muse, inspiration for all... wherever you are; may you find truth on your journey...)
(the Knight's Soul is perhaps not so "hopeless" anymore, as age, scar tissue, and self-understanding dim the pangs of reality's hurts)
(but most of the poem still applies)
Gleaming Motes of Light:
Gleaming motes of light in the infinite dark expanse; home to the
immortal Phoenix, firebird born from dying ashes; bright coals,
creating rainbow-hued dancing flames; rippling upon star-lit
roaring waves; thunderous storms sprinkling life; cascading over
mountain falls; birthing the chromatic arc in the forest mist;
cool, brisk, Autumn breeze; fiery leaves swirling; breath of the
Earth, fleeting wisps over omnipotent solidness; deep, powerful,
the ancient hearthstone; glowing in eternal midnight; dripping with
gleaming motes of light in the infinite dark expanse...
(my first really thought-out poem...still one of my favorites - a visual/sensual journey!)
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a poem of
when the birds
are flying in
the sky flowers
and hear kids
rays of the
my family loves each other
I love to read,
I love to write,
but most of all,
I love to see you in sight,
because I love you,
and you love me,
and my family,
we love each other very much.
(poems by my daughter Melike, 1st grade)
I have a father
Who is a computer nerd
But rides a sport bike.
MSW 2008-Dec (7th grade)
(Here are a few haiku by my friend Bill, describing my family and me...)
pizza and good friends
we're powerless to say no
shall we bring cold beer
of what do they dream each night
quarks...or smokeless oil
space music, puzzles
friendly, funny, faithful friends
these are the Wilsons
what puzzle will he pose next
"describe dark matter?"
Bill Passmore 3/11/03
(And here are a few nice ones to sort of summarize the point of life...)
That Man is a Success
Who has lived well,
laughed often and loved much;
Who has gained the respect of intelligent men
and the love of children;
Who has filled his niche
and accomplished his task;
Who leaves the world better than he found it,
whether by improved poppy, a perfect poem,
or a rescued soul;
Who never lacked appreciation of earth's beauty
or failed to express it.
Who looked for the best in others
and gave the best he had.
(by Robert Louis Stevenson)
(or perhaps Bessie Anderson Stanley)
(or maybe Ralph Waldo Emerson)
(or maybe some Egyptian from the 24th century BC)
(but research indicates probably Bessie Stanley... :-)
To live content with small means;
To seek elegance rather than luxury,
To be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich;
To study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly;
To listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with an open heart;
To bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never.
In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious,
grow up through the commonplace.
This to be my symphony.
(by William Henry Channing (1810-1884) who, like Emerson, was also a Transcendentalist.)
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