They say,
you are
the number.
But I saw
three
pregnant
virgins.
The rulers
of Venus.
God
hides
behind
numbers.
666,
you are
the symbol
of love.
Beauty.
Desire.
Love
is God.
Beauty is
His language.
Desire
gave birth
to creation.
Six
is not
just
a number.
It is
a mystery.
Hidden
in plain
sight.
Pythagoras
knew.
Six
is perfect.
One.
Two.
Three.
Returning
to itself.
At midnight,
within
silent
temples,
we seek
your mystery.
Through you,
abundance
is revealed.
Six.
Six.
Six.
Together,
they became
Nine.
The Mother.
The womb
of creation.
When they ask,
why
my pockets
are never
empty,
I simply
smile,
and whisper,
look
to the secret
of 666.
three
squared,
plus four
also squared,
is twenty five,
which is five squared;
Pythagoras would be very pleased
with the smallest integer right angle triangle
Pythagoras
eschewed plethoras;
believed music of the spheres
was played by mathematical gears.
Note: Pythagoras is believed to have devised the doctrine of musica universalis which is a philosophical concept that regards proportions in the movements of celestial bodies—the Sun, Moon, and planets—as a form of music.
(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)
On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.
Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."
The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.
A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.
A cycle completed.
A circle closed.
Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."
I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”
He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."
Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."
We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.
And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.
In
any
right
angle
triangle
the square
of the long side
is equal to the sum
of the squares of the
two adjacent shorter sides,
according to Mister Pythagoras
"Physical matter is music solidified" – Pythagoras
You stand there with that rose in your hair
singing that small song in a big big way
your voice cracks and you stare at the air
while everyone else is thinking, No Way !
You once were a mouse with no door
and your voice was a tiny whimper
Today you sing as if your life is much more
than a mere complicated existence, its much simpler
Your stand there with that rose all askew
thinking your a femme fatale, and by the way,
who asked you ?
Pull up a chair, and don’t make a move!
We’ve got something we really must prove
‘Bout sides of a right triangle, num’bring three.
You’ve somewhere to be? I won’t hear your plea!
A plus B, squared, as in the picture I drew, (A+B)^2= C^2 + 4AB/2
equals C squared plus 4 times AB over two.
Next, smartly observe that four, two divides, (A+B)^2= C^2 + 2AB
and promptly subtract 2AB from both sides. (A+B)^2–2AB= C^2+2AB-2AB
Expand A plus B, squared; and then simplify. A^2+B^2 +2AB–2AB= C^2
You’ve just used your math to well justify A^2 + B^2 = C^2
and prove what Pythagoras wisely declared -
A squared plus B squared is exactly C squared.
I searched in vain for inspiration.
I even climbed the sacred Parnassus
Where all the muses reside.
I danced with them
Engaged in endless discourse.
All in vain.
Then I resigned to my fate.
Oh Pythagoras? How I refused
Ever to believe in your metempsychosis?
Alas that meritocracy should be reborn
Reborn to write again,
Reborn from darkness and void
Reborn to mock myself again.
With a splash of painted words,
Disjointed, without sense.
A sickly morbid earthling
Fed on the slums and dregs of earth,
Pampered on deadly drugs.,
Only to be haunted by a thousand empty dreams.
Now I solely scribble:
A mass of oddly disjointed lines,
Words upon words, a phantasmagoria of nonsense,
While ashes fall upon the yellow pages
Scented with nicotine of stale cigars.
The Community of All Living Things:
In their mechanisms; the one shared Mystery of harmony's praised
Amongst all of It's parts.
A cataclysmic symphony of information.
“A stone is frozen music.”
Pythagoras
Tuned to 3 to 2.
"Each celestial body, in fact each and every atom, produces a particular sound on account of its movement, its rhythm or vibration. All these sounds and vibrations form a universal harmony in which each element, while having it’s own function and character, contributes to the whole."
Pythagoras
Now it seems they see that Chemistry
Is much more worse than pythagoras and trigonometry.
That they have to deal with questions
Much difficult than balancing equations.
And they have to master the periodic table
While no one cares if they are able.
And they have to master protons and neutrons,
Not to leave out anions and ations.
And to speak of the Avogadro's number;
That they have to master before September...
And still they gazed. And still the wonder grew,
That one small head should carry all it knew.
Then a wind stirred the tree
By the school dance hall;
Sunrise struck the water
Of the fountain's fall.
And a bird broke the silence
Laughing at it all.
If
number
is the ruler
of form
Then
beauty
the true empress
of love
(To Pythagoras: March, 2021)
I see the Sky
Not up on head my
In between the leaves of trees
In par of my eye sight
Earth is round and not flat
Thanks,Pythagoras you are right!
shape up said the circle to the square
you’re a bit rough around the edges
far too closed in for comfort and joy
I can’t help it I’m all full of angles
right ones and wrong perspectives
constant rectangular doom so to speak
look at me I am a ring of fire and passion
diametrically sound complete at the centre
rounded and packed with infinite promise
you’ve no beginning unaware of the start
state you’re a wheel in perpetual motion
while I am grounded and sure of myself
no such thing for you are rigid and static
unsure where you’re going if moving at all
condemned to inflexible and taut stiffness
and so they squabbled from angry premises
valid arguments and debatable conclusions
righteous and unbending in their opposition
until an ellipse and parallelogram came along
change needs shifting paradigms under pressure
the square opened and jumped into the circle
anchored tangents perimeter and firm compromise
let us please wed our disadvantages and strength
no contradiction but complementing each other
Pythagoras meets Sisyphus and they applaud
27th November 2020
The face in the mirror has changed
No longer do I see a handsome youth
Instead I see the ravages of age
Hair falling out and turning grey
Lines in my forehead
Well, I'm holding up pretty well
considering that have touched the face of death
in my past
and lived to tell of my ordeal
I watch the tableau of trees outside my window
Taste the light while I still can
Drink deeply from the well of life
I now know that I will be able to face the darkness
which all of us must face
I smile - knowing that the years (to quote Pythagoras)
are but the stream I go fishing in
This poem was written by poet : Anish Matthew
Poem Title : Facing The Darkness
Posted at PS : May 9, 2018
What is the formula of love?
Is it written on a woman's lip
Or hidden within a man's thought cause
Some relationships are like coordinate and plane geometries
While others are advance differential calculus, it is full of mystery and clouded by major and minor characters
Some lovers are like "X" and "Y",
Blend together thoroughly in a simultaneous equation,
Deservingly giving birth to a positive or a negative number
Some words behave like fraction
Gently taking part of a whole in someone's life
But it is either proper, improper, like, unlike, or complex
Some kisses appear like trigonometry
Determining an unknown angle or side
With the ideas of Pythagoras
Some relationships are arithmetic
Addition means to add
Subtraction means to take away,
Division to divide and multiplication to times
Though life is a library of many experiences,
But how can "Love" be defined,
Is it the compilation of feelings through written notes or words
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