Tuesday, June 8, 2010

We are attracted to the infinite

for the moment it lasts
something like the mathematics of miracles or continuous space
we sense it under every mundane awareness
we seize it once or twice
I imagine we're split into particles
each a smaller copy of the whole
we undergo a transformation
with our sudden sprawling capacity
we define an infinite goal
we are not the size of our own height
but the size of what we see
and it may seem foolish to even talk about
these moments
but we're tessellated and amplified
with electricity buzzing through us
even when the infinite seems improbable and distant
we're two mirrors exactly
parallel with our dreams
nesting a shared intuition
that must be discrete.

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9 comments:

trewz.com said...

very nice

Zen said...

My reply today is a short one, maybe you can call this a haiku:

Tall and high they grew separately
deep roots uniting into
one bamboo grove.

Regards,
Zen

Lethe said...

Trewz--

Thanks bro, and thanks for stopping by . . .

Zen--

I really like this poem. Who does the "they" refer to . . . I'm guessing you and me . . .

Lethe

Zen said...

one beetles recognizes another. and when they connect, they enrich each other.

I have friends like this at work, in life, and on the internet - I consider you to be one of them.

We know what we're talking about, probably because we have a genuine and honest perspective towards life.

Just like bamboo groves, we grow separately, tall and high but deep down there is something that connects us.

"we're two mirrors exactly parallel with our dreams
nesting a shared intuition that must be discrete"

That understanding of difference and similarity through shared connection. In buddhism is the respect towards different individuals and shared humanity.

Hm, I am always attracted to the last line of your poem (now that I think of it)

Anyway off to enjoy a good saturday. Take care, dude.

Z

Lethe said...

Zen--

Wow, beautiful reading of those last two lines . . . enjoy your Saturday my friend.

Lethe

carmelita said...

" even when the infinite seems improbable and distant
we're two mirrors exactly
parallel with our dreams
nesting a shared intuition
that must be discrete. "

This is beautiful and my favourite part of this poem, Like Zen I think your endings are always very good.

The earlier part I found less successful or maybe the images appealed less to me than usual. You know we can speak if you like.

zia said...

I liked it very much. I think it's touching,but sad.
Hope you are ok. Enjoy sunny days.
Regards,
ZiaGe

Lethe said...

Thanks Zia! You're my man!

It Was A Drive-By Shooting said...

I really enjoyed this. Thank you for posting it :}

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