Where upon the earth do I acquaint new life?
A Spirit who scampers upon a banshee breeze,
Unsure—anxious thoughts taking aim, rife, unmoored
Focus unsharp—a fog on a mountain freeze—trees
Seek hope, its landing unannounced, high and lofty:
A child, clay-borne, raised by morning’s star,
and bearing the velocity of love
Untainted, untrodden, undaunted, unstifled—
What nurtures freedom in a nature made for freedom
Time clicks; a moment slips, forgotten.
Hallowed, sought, bought, fraught—a chiefdom
Berean, listening without ears of cotton
Whispering, churning, turning, burning—wind
A persiflage ingested as thunder rumbles, grumbles
Persistence, resistance—conscripted in sin
There, a cry for wisdom, yet stuck—fumbled
Who? A father, mother, sister, brother—kin?
Progeny, cacophony—perhaps fools on atolls
All, forgotten tenets in interplanetary space
The medicament—far-reaching, teaching bleeding souls
Contrary to prevailing belief: to show no grace
Yet responsible life-stewards, a virtuous gift extols
Greater, higher—hope, faith, and love proclaim the Ancient Scrolls
Thunderstruck
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(“Morphogenesis Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil
“Dark Pool Nebula 3”, 2011, original oil)
From undifferentiated space
The fertilized egg does grow
Beginning without concept
Its karmic winds then blow
And as they blow and swirl about
A cloud of existence forms
And in the cloud we find ourselves
Trapped in existent norms
Norms expressed by polarities
Minds divided now by halves
As two from one we make our way
Along our separate paths.
But no matter if we laugh or cry
Our true nature’s yin and yang
And this birth gives us the chance
To grow through sturm und drang.
(11/18/25)
language — the threshold of the universe
tracing hidden membranes
each word, ganglion
where starlight settles into semantic scaffolding.
we are nerve-endings
where it shivers into tongue
quickening drum of chest.
white space exhales corona-fire
self expands, exoplanetary —
each firing a solar flare
reaching stellar drift
where rift becomes gift.
body tessellates —
flesh dreaming treillage sleep
deep in dendrite-forest
the universe yore-wakens
never separate.
intimacy resurfaces —
lowercase, unannounced
sharp as transistor-click
the universe leans closer —
a soft swirl into wrist and star.
the last synapse
burns backward through fuse
recognition in wristwire
recognition in starlace.
the universe
inscribes first
hieroglyphic axiom.
Old hands counted fingers to define,
That the hours in a day chime twice twelve,
That the months in a year toll what the old hands told.
Twelve apostles, tribes and days of Christmas do unfold
Twelve jurors decide, the twelfth is the hanged man card,
12 inches make a foot, 12 notes in an octave for a song do abide.
12 eggs in a dozen, 12 faces on two dies, does craps decide.
On 12 lunar cycles and 12 months in a year, does the seasons reside.
The annual elliptic zodiac journey passes through 12 constellations.
So it's so true, that so much of how we count and conceive,
Our universe, fate, course and the passage through time,
Depends on how our ancestors counted with their fingers.
An astronomer in Central Park
gazed at the starry sky.
How will it end, he asked the dark?
How will the universe die?
And as cosmology revolved, in his diverted mind:
The answer for him was solved:
A quick blow from behind.
It was a younger time,
a clunky age
a dial-up decade.
Not knowing why
or why he should not,
he sent out needy signals
into the vast unseen
seeking worlds
populated with only females.
Many were drawn into his orbit
many failed to respond.
Eventually a divorced lady from
the fabled city of Doncaster
seemed willing
to be drawn into his net.
Sensual seeds were planted
in a garden they both watered.
It was love; it was true.
By an enveloped voyaging
they exchanged
photographs taken years earlier.
For hours, a muted
disappointment fizzed and spun
around a digital cosmos;
both grew distant,
together they dialed-out,
sending new rockets of desire
unto more invisible
yet detectable applicants.
The past is not deprived of its events
resting in the bosom of bygone valley,
carved in rigid love craftily decent
like the gulp graciously landing at sea port of belly.
While the future eludes not the belle
with whom it has had memoir in hallucination
of seducing hands, tender in caressing its belly
for commensurate rewards in anticipation.
Meanwhile, I’m like a hand of time
progressively sitting in the middle
of the counted and uncounted mines.
Maverick confronted with seasoned dribble.
When will I stop my heels from accelerating in cycle?
The weary marathon is recycled
such that it leaves considerable intervals yet to be circled,
even though I always thread forward in retrogressive circle.
No counting is of the old
till I grow old in the cold.
Shrouded in a coat as I repeatedly quote
‘Who Am I?’
Earth has no special vantage point
Even in the Milky Way village
We see as we would from Andromeda
Scientists do measurements, math
But none knows the when, why, who?
At the start, before Laws, before big bang
Now, if expanding universe, speeds up too
The when and why become clearer
After the first quarter of 12 billion years
The mass in dark energy exceeded all
So, it seems each universe sits atop
A black hole, warping in time space fabric
As do each universe, every universe
And it could go on for Eternity
Excuse me Dr. Guth, but cosmic inflation
Sounds like explanations, yet confusion
Why all laws of physics would go away
So you might give us a bang in the big bang
I
We perceived whole fabric of Universe Great Teacher
The woof and warf, and another dimension
Cosmos flings debris on this Hammock Superior
Now: curvature in whole fabric as Mass alters Spacetime
II
If debris, rocks caught are so heavy for the Canvas
Beware more mass - the sags may join
Black and White: portal to Death or A Multiverse
I
Yes, not profane but science
Confirms black Holes through gravity
And white holes, even for seconds,
In this vast universe, births and deaths
II
If black Holes gobble, white holes
Burp, and allow matter quick exits
For the universe is like us
In having a mouth and an "anus" -
Yet to be fully tested, gadgets permitting
Of course. Yet to write: universe as a canvas
But also a net into which rocks, debris fall
Do they require to be digested?
I
Think of a huge pond or lake. It's been raining. While ripples fall and send their concentric circles further and further, you no longer see individual ripples and circles. Although it's now a confusing criss-cross of space and time, you can track back to the individual raindrop that started each ripple - backwards in time. That's the way to understand what was before each Big Bang.
II
Why would there be only One Big Bang? One singular event that altered the thermal equilibrium? Especially since we have the Second Law of thermodynamics implies the universe becoming more and more random from where it began. So, going backwards in time we get to:
a. No randomness
b. No time ( the universe forgets both time/speed and even how big it is).
c. The analogy of raindrops hitting the lake surface ( space-time canvas?) may now replace the raindrops with BLACK HOLES. The black hole in our Milky Way will collide with the ripples of another black hole in an expanding universe, where the "ripples" also keep going out further and further. But so are the other "ripples" in the universe. Hence, big Bangs.
I
Why does the universe look the same no matter where we ( humans and telescopes) look?
II
The question is complex for this reason: an expanding universe from the Big Bang, has voids, columnar structure, and may be akin to the biggest sponge, between galaxies.
III
A possible answer is the theory of Inflation, and the role of theoretical.particles called inflatons. In the milliseconds after the big bang, inflation is said to have occurred. Quantum mechanics, Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, speed of light ... explain if a small start to the universe is true, "homogeneity" in the universe depends on particles behaving in unpredictable ways.
NOTES:
1. A finetuned universe from Genesis / START makes the most sense. The theory of Inflation replaces the Creator with Inflation.
2. This theory has failed to produce the required FLAT SPACE TIME (a la Einstein) in experiments. Spacetime is a coin with heads and tails likely; our universe landed in the edge! ( Fine tuned?)
Monoku Series 20220105
I
Big Bang created nothing; just ripples in "dark dark matter" made stars and all
II
Nutrinos move too fast; slow dark matter is without nutrino, photon, atom.
In my den. A place to go. Away from all. No depth. No upstairs, no down stairs. Built by me. My secret solitude. God’s not here. Mum’s not here. I have a self-made haven of contempt. This place to hide. Do I need to. Yes, I do, to hide. To hide and be Invisible to all the world. My escape. I love my den. It’s were I go when I’m home. I can daydream here. Dream about my perfect life.
How can there be - anything?
Everything from nothing, why?
Everything from nothing; in the
beginning was the Word
The Immense Hadron Collider
has found Higgs
Everything from nothing;
gravity waves observed
In the beginning was the Word,
why? Everything from nothing
Everything from nothing, why?
In the beginning was the Word
The Higgs Boson lives
Everything from nothing;
in the beginning was the Word
Gravity waves observed
Everything from nothing, why?
Everything from nothing
In the beginning was the Word
Everything from nothing
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