I wrote an article, It is about a particle, I faced a few obstacles, My achievement is remarkable, And it is a miracle.
The deep fault of the human race
is that there are no individuals any more.
~ Søren Kierkegaard
Pixels in the machine it seems
Articulating world schemes, twirled
Reality for those addicted to a screen,
Too timid into be seen in between ~
Inventions of mad men with intentions of perverting
Common sense, it’s so passé
Loving everything but Roget’s suggestions~
Even poems must have an ending!
Menageries of words saying nothing, galleries of pixel
Animations replacing animates en masse
Nothing leftover for the poor,
who don’t exist except
in old picture books.
The
smallest particle
said not to be a
particle
is already This~
particles and waves
simultaneously weave
appearing and not
in a quantum dance~
another ordinary
dance as This~~
So when we peel it all back, where did it all come from.
I mean when you get past the birds and the bees, the plants and the trees
The sea and the sky, the planets and the universes and the cosmos
We come to back to what. But I want to know why.
Why is there all that, what is it all for. To live to die, what more?
Perhaps the human brain and heart cannot bear an unanswered line
And maybe everything from that point becomes too invisibly sharp
So we create everything the gods the angels and even the golden harp
That answers all our questions and we can heave a finished sigh
We are not alone and we don’t need to ask again the ultimate unwavering, why.
Atom and Individual
- who are you
Really,
If one can go deep in mind, heart, Spirit?
Atom and ParamAtman
- a building without doors, windows
For you, the real you ( the I am)
Your Beloved is outside
Trying to get to you
- I Am within
Trying to meet my Beloved, our efforts
Will break down the walls without windows
A Game
A Maneuver
Bedal Jedal
Jhulay Laal
Alu Kha
Chanay obaal
Diya paanja kata
Har taraf sanata
Bye bye tata.
The Star Wars movies got it part right,
but not just for those 'special' people,
the part-icular,
the particle is really the Whole
yet it shines individually.
How come?
Mozart was supremely gifted
but in daily life - not so much.
Better to have your God particle
buried deep,
so it takes a while to find it;
but just so you know,
when you do uncover that thing,
God will reclaim it.
GOD PARTICLE
Bombardment on Atom at random
within Particle Accelerator
did miracle!
Fundamental Particle
came up.
Higgs- Boson and so on.
Scientists to nod.
No connection with God.
May be nick named
‘God Damn Particle.’
Social Media to commit:
The word ‘Damn’ to omit.
The name ‘God Particle’
got Universal fame
in magical game.
Populace too pleased to find GOD.
07/19/20
'Strand Completely New (11)' Contest by Brian Strand
He floated tonight and saw it for sure,
Magic filled up the whole sky,
He saw beautiful particles wherever he looked,
He saw time just slowly float by,
And the further he looked the slower they got,
He saw in a galaxy of moons,
Countless time particles slowing right down,
Breaking all physical rules,
By attracting one another, like things that are real,
Time stopped being a small simple thought,
He saw time change its mind and turn right around,
Like you do when you’re off on a walk,
Tonight, when he peered up into the black,
He held time from his warm floating bed,
Sharing thoughts with the pieces of time up in space,
In a surreal dream in his head.
The Higgs observation just ran up the score on
Mere mortals who can’t understand what it shows; on
Attempting, I feel like both bozo and moron,
Which makes me relieved that they call it the boson.
To touch I can only love not compromise
Such beauty demands utmost respect
Perfectly inculpable like particles of light
They cannot hesitate only move
Swiftly, gracefully, untremulous as destiny
Yet bending, change to vibrant hues
Are we not all particles?
Tiny flits of grandeur in a cosmic scheme
But be she particle or incandescent soul
There is no light like her, this I know.
it’s said to be that God created everything
at the beginning of the world
amazingly wonderful is the persona of Him the Creator
who else can create whatever he wants from nil
men? no matter how much men boast or squeeze
and bang their heads they cannot create a thing from nil;
no one can except God
men nonetheless assert today
though they cannot create a thing from nil
they can measure a thing to nil and that’s what
so called higgs boson which men proved through
all kinds of theories and experiment after experiments
of laboratory tests
the higgs boson phenomena of nil
actually is not naught but a thing unable to trace
an elementary particle down that was dashing through
the experimental instruments with extremely high speed
since you are unable to spot the particle
you have no way to measure or weigh its mass
and only because you cannot trace the disrupted particle down
you shouldn’t think you measured a mass to none
what on earth could such bold idea comes from
where’s the particle?
naught is naught
being is being
it seems men refuse to be men anymore
but want to become as a god with counter-functional mores
Wriggly was a litter bug pigged a litter of pigs
Trollop trollop a trollop trollop up came Mrs. Triggs
She wrote an article
On the God particle
She turned on the zero spin and fell on hapless pigs
That which has come has gone,
This song is sung,
This bell has rung.
This road we walked has
Wound its way home,
To face this moment naked and alone.
In time we move apart again,
Once touched, ever touching.
Drifting to distant climbs,
The chill fills our soles, or selves, still.
Motionless but ever moving,
Drawn inexorably away.
Sightless eyes gaze, glazed, upon the heavens,
The stars strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
Your heart and mine are one again, for a moment.
The time transcendent, abundant, so all becomes possible.
That which we feared has lost its power
As the flower of our faded youth
Produces seeds.
The seeds, like stars, are strewn across the night sky.
Their traces glitter and shine.
They are yours,
And mine.
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