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Trinitarian Equations
By Mark D. Stucky
Can you do the math
for Three in One?
1 + 1 + 1 = 1?
3 = 1?
1 / 3 = 1?
You can't find these
enigmatic equations
of paradoxical logic
in new math textbooks.
They are old math.
Very old math.
Older than earth.
Older than stars.
Older than the universe.
They are the origin of math
from which all math derives,
from which we live and move
and have our being.
Beyond Taoist yin-AND-yang duality,
beyond particle-AND-wave nature of light,
beyond quantum superpositions
of ALL possible particle states,
Three Persons in one mystery,
distinct yet together,
a divine Whole,
greater AND lesser
than the sum of the Parts.
(First published in Ekstasis, Sept. 2022. See also my poem "The Invention of Love" and my visual poem “Trinity Dance.”)
(Image by jose_andres95 on Pixabay.)
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images are slow to fade, where did they go? why were they here?
pensive pen and ink, a gentle man of measure
pipe-smoke wafting cool blue persevering pleasure
cartoon humour designed with careful modest pride
arm-in-arm soothing his war-time petulant bride
oft-wiped canvas, woodland, moody misty scene
roaming through pale paintings where her lost man has been
merging ever always their special being; are they still near?
old parental faces time-spun and woven under my skin
memories upon memories, changing I, changing me
stories upon stories pile up, changing they, changing we
falsehood flailing, transition, turbulent knowing
transcendence, my mind, your mind, all minds are growing
we are mid-paced sampled brethren, thinking anew
significance in what we say and what we do
personalities on kindred journeys beyond kith and kin
kick string-strung corporeal cans down the celestial street
where the multi-dimensional membranes quiver
where energy swims across the quantum river
where slow light-speed traverses the nebula face
where superpositions collapse with certain grace
where fine bits of information feedback feeling
where negentropy out-runs chaotic dealing
pick soulful sounding song, counter-rhythmic orchestral beat
sprung from the fundament, nothing always trumped by something
prime numbers inflate unfolding untold troubles
universal endurance, containment bubbles
pushing, pulling fields, filaments of flexing shape
veils warp and wrap around a wily cosmo-scape
intelligent infant guises, gaining in-sight
impressions crossing chasms to inform the night
lives on holographic film, many melodies to sing
I hear them now, voices blending the chords of man and wife
I feel their presence, though they are forever changed
I know they are transformed, molecules rearranged
I share their warm substance, two people that mattered
I care for their essence, they will not be scattered
I record them in words, the library of thoughts
I sense they are near and far, few and many noughts
I am listening out for them on the other side of life
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