Not only a single Universe is existing !
Modern Science is predicting about Multiverses
Our whole solar system holds the same position
compared to a single sand particle in Satara Desert :
I am totally confused about my identity in this vastness.
No idea, when or where or how to enter or exit .
Where are these worlds ! Onward - backward!
within Space - time boundary or beyond,
might be Spiritual realms in fourth dimension
above human perception !
My existence in this Earth is beyond my explanation.
I am born in this Earth through inevitable Evolution
and approaching Death on natural process.
I can't assess what's waiting in my 'After-Life ' phase !
I can neither assure about immortality of so-called 'Soul '
nor any knowledge about re -incarnation,
Yet I wish to believe in both.
Actually, no doubt that this belief to sprout
from wishful thinking of Humankind.
No human being can't think
of his or her complete extinction.
Sitting and enjoying nature at one of its best moments
The morning fog after nightly frost; what a natural process
Frost covered a lot of surfaces; my favorite is the thaw
The sun shine to rise from above shining through the tree leaves
Heating below as the frosty blades of grass starts to melt into wet dew
The fog covered the pond very thick in a formation
Pulling in the fog from the sides to the middle
Light winds helps the fog slowly glide across the pond with flow
As the sun burns the fog off the pond with ambience of vibrations
Felt like the ancestors were performing a dance routine
Once the fog cleared, reflection on the pond of tress and sky
Geese floated by; a heron patiently waiting on opportunity to feed
Experiencing wonders of nature is a quest of its own.
The older I get
The weaker and slower
And more tired I get
(with, from, of)
And the less I care
(about, for, to).
When I was younger
I guess I saw this coming,
At least I saw it in old people,
But I never thought it would happen to me.
Now here it is
And I don’t really care.
I suppose it’s a natural process of entropy,
But I’m not sure I want to assign myself
Completely to the confines
Of a thermodynamic system,
Yet it may be just as simple as that.
But then again
The older I get
The easier it gets
To see that I am not
Just this body.
Sure, this body means a lot
And takes a lot of attention
But it is still,
As worn and tired as it may be,
Just my current vehicle.
Sooner or later
I’ll be needing a new one,
But I’m in no rush,
I still care enough
About, for, to this one.
(10/31/24)
Once in a lifetime.
A moon small as a dime.
Some of us stand, some learn back in a chair.
The sun is gone but we don’t despair.
For those of us in totality.
For a moment, we escape reality.
Shadows are eaten up.
And gasps erupt.
Then silence all at once.
The moon falls from the sun.
The sun and the moon.
Depart a little too soon.
And as they depart.
They laugh with heart.
For the moon and sun, it was all a prank!
They are silly, but still we thank-
For a moment of darkness.
All a natural process.
The next round may be far away…
Until then we wait for the next dark day.
Law of the jungle
Introduces the old view
Lo, bring forth the new.
"Finally my blood began to coagulate,"
the second stage of hemostasis -- how great!
First I applied pressure to the bleeding spot,
the platelets circulate to stop it (a "clot.")
Coagulation forms a more solid wall,
in other words: a scab (helps after a fall).
That tough thing is just a temporary patch;
could bleed again, like My Girl's "blood brothers" scratch.
The vocab: "hemo" means blood, "stasis"-- stands still;
this natural process shows God's powerful skill:
to keep flowing blood --in, and harmful germs --out,
the fibrous platelet plug closes the vein's spout.
Keep it clean, and with time, the skin looks like new;
(a scar may remind me the pain I went through).
The skin's remodel is "fibrinolysis,"
but what makes it ALL better-- is mother's kiss!
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Coagulation Starter Poetry Contest (just started with the first line provided by the contest assignment, and I went from there, putting myself in this situation, which I have manuevered before... scientific reference I drew from: "Hemostasis" -- a Cleveland Clinic article medically reviewed in 2021).
A photograph of us
tucked into an old paperback.
We took the book to Rome
long ago.
I left it on a bus.
Most likely
it has been destroyed,
by riffling thumbprints.
Paper rots,
the bus recycled into,
spoons and helmets.
The book was once
a romantic novel,
now it’s a ghost story.
Book worms rewrite history -
a very natural process.
WARMTH
In your eyes visualised my immersion.
My wobbled heart pulsated: ‘Please do respond.’
Your glow of eyes reflected my passion.
At last we were tied in social bond.
Desired delighted days on unison.
Thought emotion to flow like stream endless.
But initiation, evolution
and extinction! That’s natural process.
Days passed ! Couple stepped to higher status.
Parents give family,priority.
Rearing children, life turned abloom lotus.
First and foremost ! Responsibility.
Compromise and adjustment in each step.
Only WARMTH I need ! Passion to escape.
Decay is a natural process of the universe,
It's, perhaps, a stage of impossibility to nurse.
A seed under the earth can resurrect; not if decayed,
A flower can disperse seeds, till they absolutely fade.
When the functions of traditions and values get weakened,
Unless reformed the degradation gets deadly deepened.
Superstitions and blind faith can make religions decline,
As Jesus said, new wineskins should be filled with new wine.
Will, if less income and more expense, economies thrive?
Could burglars and foolish vendors by the same wagon drive...?
Anything that loses value must be, on time, replaced,
Thoughts, words, and deeds of humanity should be ethics based...!
08 February 2023
Some people feel it is alarming
Many of them just keep denying
Some others agree it is a natural process
But very few think it is a sign of success.
No more, is the need to shout
No more, is the need to work
No more, is the need to stress
And no more, is the need to prove
Live the life peacefully
Enjoy the days happily
Pursue your interests, carefreely
And let go of responsibilities (hopefully)
"Getting older" is going to be much fun
Spend all my time with a few loved ones
Eat and sleep, and my work here is done
But I know, it's all easier said than done
13.01.2023
YOU CHOOSE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I never preferred a pseudo name.
What is there in it, to take a pen name, anyway?
Truth is oftentimes the strongest reason
to keep on striving, all by oneself, when
Everyone leaves you, one by one,
and you are left out there
to linger more in pain,
As life was not generous enough
to let you go, or
to honor your natural process of healing.
Tears and life, all these nights of strife
Are still trying desperately to find a pattern
Where a love song will fit in, precise and perfect
To fetch the gurgling sounds of becoming.
The Gift of Silence
There's silence in divinity of space
It’s God’s gracious gift to the human race
In Heaven, a place of seraphic peace
Angels sleep safe in our dear Shepherd’s fleece.
Heaven is an eternal silent night
Reached when earthlings soar in supernal flight
It’s where there’s nothing and no one to fear
Glorious silence of a hallowed sphere.
After natural process of life on Earth
Truly faithful come to what they deserve
The peace and grace that's behind Heaven's gates
There for us where the Lord God of love waits.
The moonlight and stars with comfort beaming
Show their love-light that's constantly gleaming
They're diamonds in the heart of those that pray
The gift of silence shall be theirs one day.
27th February 2022
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G - Give me a new poem - any form - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Theme no. 2 - Death
Bornean Orangutans are listed as, endangered
and they are known as,” the man of the jungle”
Orangutan family nests, are up high in the trees
as this way of life, helps them fight disease
They stand out as orange, with lips that pout
and have hands and feet, that grip like a press
with very strong arms, for their natural process
to help them swing, from branch to branch
Orangutans are frugivores, and play a vital role
to dispose many seeds, for Mother Nature’s control
but if humans allow, Orangutans to become extinct
so would many tree species, making all life distinct
Orangutans are hunted for food, and are captured
to be seen as an elite symbol, for their life to be tattered
Their biggest threat, is the human overpopulation
encroaching on their land, with human deforestation
I would say if asked,
that wooden angels are the best,
they age with you, their eyes get dusty,
they stand in their stillness
while wind and sun
bleach them into a gentleness
you can relate to.
Stone angels slowly turn green,
only then you can you detect
God working through them.
The cashier asks if I want paper or plastic?
I am paper choosing paper,
mulch returning to wood
a natural process.
Woodboring beetles have their own
tunneling angels,
I carry a few on the way home unseen
In my new paper bag.
I’ve developed a deep respect for scavengers.
They ravenously attack that which most would disdain;
The impure,
the contaminated,
the defiled,
the rotting flesh gorged with maggots.
Furiously devouring the putrid flesh of the no-longer-living,
inhaling its essence.
They voraciously consume what others abhor,
taking it in with a fervor, a passion,
allowing their body to perform its natural process.
Turning rot into life.
Taking those sacred nutrients, missing from the board of kings,
and churning it into the milk of gods
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