She is a door creaking with the burden of secrets,
he, a latch turned halfway to the outside world.
Where she hides tempests, he guards stillness,
yet when they come together, there’s a wordless connection:
the unlocking of something hidden,
neither complete until the other shifts.
Categories:
complementarity, trust,
Form: Free verse
Whether you’re on the side of Love—
With Buddha, Sankara and Husserl,
Or on the side of Suspicion—
With Nietzsche, Freud and Bloom,
The principle of complementarity
Works for you,
As for Paul Ricœur
And for Niels Bohr.
You’re a participant observer,
Influencing the world,
Like the physicist,
Influencing the behavior of quanta,
Like the girl in a glass chamber,
Influencing the behavior
Of the vipers and cobras around,
Like the deconstructionist,
Influencing the behavior of the sign.
— Ram, R. V.
Categories:
complementarity, science,
Form: Lyric
Must Savour the First Rain
Like love, it comes after a long pining
The smell of the first meeting
Of the falling water and the fine soil
Reminiscent of my first lick of love
Disarming my otherwise guarded heart
Lost defenses to the soothing art
Of the complementarity of the scotching soil
And the cold and freely falling rain
Tip-tapping at the back of my shoulder
As I search for broken asbestos pieces
To play my ‘padda’
The cleaned up air breathe
Spurs my insides as an infant’s first suckle
Of her mother’s breast
The pat-pat of the rain on my roof lullaby me
Into unremembered sleep
Must savour the first rain
Categories:
complementarity, freedom, happy, , Lullaby,
Form: Lay