Why write about love
when I can write about quantum physics,
its mathematics as indecipherable
as God.
QP is the chaos undergirding reality
and tells me things I see are not solid;
the stratum of surface soil holding roots
of grass isn't really there.
It's nothing bizarre or otherworldly,
and reveals how everything is connected
to everything else through higher dimensions
we can't comprehend.
Even the mutiverses are caught dancing
in the entanglement of strings with us,
going around and about in theory,
it makes me quite dizzy.
Revelation is like removing a veil
so things invisible can clearly be seen,
not with sight but with mind ~
I think therefore I am!
Categories:
surface soil, faith, science,
Form: Free verse
Here in the tropics, fans provide a built-in breeze,
their wind so gentle, laps one’s knees, and butterflies,
gentian blue, fly to sip the morning’s dew
Palm fronds large, and bamboo plants, fight to
scoop unwary ants; and deep below the surface soil
millipedes in moisture coil
Farmers small with tanned, taught-skin, fight to
curb their cows’s chagrin, bouncing udders,
mud-caked hooves, moos that sound the fight begin!
A laughing sun it rains hard down, heat to bake the
foreigners’ frown, while locals hide beneath the shade,
dogs yet not eaten, pant in glade
Traders ask you,” where you from?” repeated mantra
lingers on, and if you think they are your friend, you'll
warm their hearts, when you spend
But’s not for me to predicate, that sumptious missal’s
far too late; I rest and dream in fan’s cool breeze,
while lover’s hand, I gently squeeze.
Categories:
surface soil, peace,
Form: Verse