The wheel of time churns the disarray dust,
settling on the unstable shelf of my lonesome life.
In the maiming moments of painful perturbation,
truth crumbles in the cauldron of confusion chaos.
My detached mind learns to emotionally disconnect,
cultivates the aspirant ability to evade attachment.
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction,
acerbic aversion forms within me a citadel of apathy.
As hard times strikes my private space
the boundless walls of the castle, seemingly impassable,
foil the foray of the outer world to my inner sanctum,
a cocoon of imposed isolation in blissful insulation.
I become a lone prisoner of my making,
captive behind the sensual walls of volatile pride,
find people disappear like mist beyond the horizon,
snap the unseen interaction cords of understanding.
When time comes to travel to the twilight zone,
the instinct of self-preservation dwindles in debris,
the walls collapse with the shattered senile senses,
getting buried in the wreckage of the broken antenna.
faeries guard the gate to Nirvana Valley
looking like models from Fashion Row Alley
their magic discourages evil hearts from wanting to stay
Feelings of repulsion compels them to run away
the faeries do not have to do anything except be.
Their goodness and kind souls scour people you see
how do you get them to leave? To vanish? To go?
the wee ones and children do not ask; they know.
Between the north and south of want,
the magnet hovers,
neither pulling nor pushing,
just the suspended breath of particles
deciding which way to leap.
In that caesura,
that white space between charges,
the universe holds its tongue;
not silence but the pause
before music remembers it must become sound again.
Consider the hummingbird at apex,
wings still beating but the body motionless,
gravity and lift in perfect,
temporary truce,
the way opposite poles hold their distance
before flipping: positive to negative,
attraction to repulsion,
the intimate dance of forces that cannot coexist yet cannot part.
What lives in that in-between?
Not emptiness but potential,
the loaded pause, the held note,
the moment when everything that will be hovers like breath before the yes.
From one singularity came the exploding spark,
Not yet stars, not yet light, only potential.
A field unseen, stretched taut as thought,
Holding energy like a clenched fist of time.
Expansion surged, a storm without wind,
Not matter racing, but space itself unfurled.
Faster than light, yet no law was broken—
Relativity bowed, not shattered, in awe.
Negative pressure, a repulsion profound,
Bent the equations toward infinity’s edge.
In the womb of the cosmos, space time grew,
Doubling, redoubling, in a heartbeat’s breath.
Quantum tremors, minute as dust,
Were stretched across horizons vast.
Seeds of galaxies, of suns and worlds,
Carried within fluctuations’ song.
What mystery drives the inflaton’s dream?
What hand steadied the potential’s curve?
In equations I see its fleeting ghost,
A pressure that sings of repulsive fire.
And when it ended, it left a gift:
Heat, light, matter, the chance to begin.
The hot Big Bang was its second act,
The stage prepared by a silent overture.
I wonder still if beauty was its aim,
Or only chance in quantum disguise.
Yet in its breath, the universe awoke.
I'm unsure of an image popping up in my head
A dot locates alongside a crowd, with a space reserve
Until now, of its decay from the fresh dark to pale light
Which has been started the image once begun to alive
It's been never so sure of that the disparity remained
As a balanced attraction and repulsion needed in-between
It's made affluent independence when the heart flies
Also, so much loneliness if solitude surpassed the edge
I now disclose this picture to let it to be identified
How is it genuine or illusionary generated in rubbish time
Q: How does film actress Meryl get censored on Jimmy Kimmel?
A: With a Streep bleep.
Q: What are Russian citizens doing to show approval for President Vladimir?
A: They're rootin' for Putin.
Q: What flower is named for a missing legendary aviation pioneer?
A: The Amelia Camelia.
Q: What would the French knight do when he started flirting with Guinevere?
A: Lancelot would glance a lot.
Q: What do you call a ghoul on crutches?
A: A hobblin' goblin.
Q: What does comic actor Ricky have when he is ill?
A: Gervais malaise.
Q: What is a king who is also a lawyer?
A: A regal legal eagle.
Q: What issue does a psychiatrist and his obsessive patient work on?
A: Compulsion repulsion.
Q: What is an internet scammer's attempt to get account information?
A: A phishin' expedition.
Q: What is Lord Grantham considering for Downton Abbey?
A: Mansion expansion.
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0,0163%
of hydrogen
extracted from seawater
Deuterium when mixed
with tritium
under the influence
of extreme heat
and pressure
becomes a gaseous
hydrogen fuel
becomes a fusion plasma
generated in the Tomak
a tomak is an experiment
machine used to harness the
energy of fusion
charged participle of fusion
can be controlled
by magnetic coils
air and impurities are
evacuated from the vacuum
confinment and control of the
plasma are charged up
and the gaseous fuel is
introduced
powerful electrical currents
are run through
the vassal were gas breaks down
electrically
and then it becomes ironized
and electrons are stripped
from the nuclei
and forms a plasma
TO ACHEIVE FUSION THE
PLASMA IN THE TOMAK
MUST REACH
150,00,000 million
degrees!
Plasma particles become
energized and collide into one another
natural electromagnetic repulsion
om collision to fuse
the proposal for a
configuration of a magntic
fusion device.
1200 Packard Twelve
or a Ka de shi'erhao 1200
20 minutes!
Happiness
I need you
Magnetize me
You are painful
Repulsion done
Death is on
End is gone
Emptiness comes
Forever life
Happiness is on
My life is lost
Forever on
STENCILISTA
multiples
of
mutual
repulsion
to
faciitate
vivid
imagery
overlaid
squeeged
masked
thru
mesh
lithographed
into
art
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
A whisper of wonder entered my heart
I tried to not show repulsion, it was a start
We are all God’s children, the homeless and lepers too
I am not better than him, her, your mom or those two.
The man was panhandling, which usually irritates me
But God spoke to my heart, so I pulled one glove free
I offered him a bit of money to buy a meal or two
He was grateful and said this to me “May God bless you!”
With a joyful heart I left that place, feeling better now.
It was a small gesture, but it made a difference somehow.
I decided to listen for Jesus’ voice a bit harder the next time I see...
A person who needs a helping hand or a smile from little old me.
Under the scorching blaze of the craving sun
The desiccated life suffering forsaken parched
Searches for a wayside tree of gratification
To provide the satisfying shade of success.
The fulfillment of deep desire of irresistible love
I irresistibly desire from the core of my heart
Subsumes seamlessly the passionate hedonism
That takes me to the ambit of enticing impulse.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
Hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis
As sand storm of setback brews in the horizon
I enter the awareness realm to surpass crave.
The insight restrains the demanding dreams
Lest these plunge to languish in life’s abyss
Push the self to the destructive domain of fear
At the disappearing edge of the ebbing hopes.
My mind then develops special skill of courage
Cultivates aspirant ability to evade the urge
Repulsion frees me from the bond of attraction
As I feel aversion sprout from the seed of desire.
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September 30, 2022
Contest : Desire And Aversion
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Is life an ever fight of yang and ying ?
a path of desire and aversion
of love, lust, passion and of repulsion
and do we have to choose with everything ?
I wish that want and craving could just cling.
When faced with disgust I seek conversion,
hate sends me on a silent excursion.
Can the way be_ let go of things that sting ?
Desire, loath, crave, dread, devotion, dislike
when ugly turmoil roars I take a hike,
and when rapture whispers my soul will purr _
In my life garden only flowers grow,
I breathe a breath, relax and take life slow
and all hostility fades to a blur.
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September 27, 2022
Poetry/Sonnet/of yang and ying
Copyright Protected, ID 09-1490-761-27
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Dante's Sonnet abbaabba ccdeed - 14 lines
Written for the Premiere contest, Desire and Aversion
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 10/11/2022
Third Place
desire and aversion
exist together
as part of the universal all-that-is
opposites purposely attract
the constant push and pull
of attraction and repulsion
demands we look higher within
to find the middle ground
of neutrality and observation
at the zero
point
this is where truth inevitably lies
and soul growth occurs
26 September 2022
This play of attraction and repulsion
plays out within the realm of space and time
wherein free will may choose resonation
with vibrations of divine love sublime
Slowed down vibrations in our waking state
enable us to calibrate our heart
that by abiding in stillness sedate
we recognise all are one, none apart
Fixating attention in the vast void
we relinquish control by surrender
throbbing with rapture, by bliss currents buoyed
beholding our soul ascent in wonder
Thought rested, love suffused silence the way
Through day and night, to rhythm of God sway
21-December-2021
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