Multitudinous micro-
oscillations manifest
misleadingly,
Quarks quintessentially
quantify questionable
quantum- permanence,
Subatomic structures subtly
simulate substantial
superficies
Macroscopic mutability,
Fleeting fluctuations
fabricated from formless
frequency- fields,
Intricate interfaces interlock
intersecting illusory imagery,
Disintegrating dimensions
deceive dedicated density-
seekers,
Evanescent energies
effortlessly evade external
examination,
Architectural absolutes
automatically atomize along
apertures,
Vaporous voids vividly veil
vast vacuousness.
Fleeting matter masks
quantum voids.
I
At home with Shankara & Ramanuja
As with Spinoza, Kant, and Buber
Seventy years on earth, to 1950, heir
To Thought of East, West, 'Father Nature'
Fought for Independent India, from 'Raj'
Taught we must do spiritual evolution
Community and nation are a good start
But dissolve they must, peace past nationalism
Separation is overcome by One Identity
II
Sri Aurobindo could use Brahman, Lila, and Supermind as with Heraclitus' Logos, and yet see "solidarity ... and mutability" as the great future, based on individual consciousness that evolves with supramental download s
"Is it even real if it doesn't last?"
—my Love, my Joy
Lasts in every spark
Of misery
"Happiness must always be fleeting!"
For us to enjoy
Those special moments
All the more—yes!
The way their eyes analyze
Despair and question it—
The way poetry blooms
When the brink of idea fosters
Power—mutability—hope—
Questions answered, ignited,
On lips that truly and madly
Suffer to love and become
2.28.20
The dulcet rays of summertide extend
Their wings below the wavy crowns of trees,
Where slabs of stone adorn a path and blend
Their way across a kingdom owned by bees.
Across the waterfall, a house of stone
Stands quiet by the ivied moorland, where
The human footstep often strides alone,
Though crescent moon beams always visit there.
I’m like a raven on a branch of life,
Distrustful of my fate and of my ways,
Yet knowing that more clever is the knife
Of time, than any fox who sings my praise.
Alone with my own thoughts, protected by the heights
Of oak and elm trees, where I lie in sleep,
I feel unknown: untouched by all the lights
Spread out by stars from their celestial keep.
Across the fallows and the firths I fly
On ample whiffs of wistful stupor quelled
By the recess of chaos when I try
To tame fierce words whose ore was never welled.
As rain and winds might shred tall peaks to dust,
So does the world grow old and rise anew
Though, by sheer mutability, it must
Reveal its secrets to a chosen few.
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Ambiguous
Ambiguity sets in the confused child's mind
Trying to weigh the dichotomy of right and wrong.
The disparity between the two is not as far as it seems
Looking for symmetrical lines between good and evil.
Is one capable of mutability between the two fates
This child so capricious in deciding not to wait.
Her ambivalence radiates across her pretty face
In the act of apostasy from her family, friends, and place.
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03/18/16
I seek immortality
in two days’ life,
Preserve me mother-nature,in
your greenary.
I seek no mutability
My destination is not grave,
Save me mother-nature, in your
lap.
I seek peace
in your surreal beauty,
Permit me mother-nature,to
play with your colours.
I seek longevity
like that old mountains,
Entwine me mother-nature,in
your essence.
I seek no disappearance
like that morning dew,
Let me flow mother-
nature,with that river.
I seek joys
In your broader chest,
Hug me mother-nature,with
your strong boughs.
[to my mother and also to
beautiful nature ]
A LOVER’S EYES
The biting blue of ice bergs
Breaking knives into the sea--
The thousand shades of green
adrift in the shadows of lashes--
Brown, stark as winter bark
Nudged beside the snow--
Passion-black
Ship in silhouette
Returning from the wars.
Each lover’s eye a Splendor.
Magnified
Mutability--
Eyes flicker hot to cold
Faster than a chemist's burner.
Provocative by timelessness,
Eyes can haunt forever with
the memory they enslave--
Fortune, infamous for cruelty,
Is kind in this respect--
Time cannot diminish
The magnificence
Of
Eyes
Victoria Anderson-Throop
(a rewrite of an old poem)
Sometimes I fancy
the most impossible things;
purple and white seas,
Blue crystalline trees,
bloody tears and fairy kings,
words spoken freely:
The thing that is key
to the veil of worlds falling
is utter folly.
Blessed Insanity;
three’s the number revealing
paths to unity.
Our world unready
for events culminating
in all of us free.
ODE TO EYES
Eyes
Hazel or Grey
The biting blue of ice bergs
Breaking knives into the sea--
The thousand shades of green
That hide in shadowy golden lashes--
Brown cold as winter bark
beside the frozen sea--
Black with fierce passion
of a ship in silhouette
Coming to the rescue.
Each enfolds a Splendor.
Beauty is magnified by its
mutability--
Eyes flash hot to cold
Faster than a chemist's burner.
Provocative in timelessness,
Eyes can haunt forever, and forever they enslave--
Fortune, infamous for cruelty,
Is kind in this respect--
Years do not diminish
The magnificence
Of
Eyes.
Maligned, the
space between us
lets go the mammary
a flame scoops up the void,
we speak no names,
I carry you in my skinned arms
to the weeds
for seminal mutability ;
shipwrecked, i fear of depth
turbulence, I will honor the drop
on the cheeks of sea, green shores
in the night I will walk out of the snare
the gulls will come in a flock
SATISH VERMA
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