Everything in the Universe must dance
with the sound of light, by tock of time
made on God’s clock that he monitors
carefully with brutal eyes. Keep up!
Keep up with cold planets and trailing
moons. Be stone that circles gold eye.
Race to the speed of sputtering stars
like fluttering firefly flies to its vanishing
place in dark dance of the night.
Track seasons. Go and return
in your greenness, in full bloom,
in flutter of a leaf returning to its home,
in gulp of gray ice, retrace your steps
in the dance of destiny. Travel
like the gust of Nor’Easter across Eastern shores
back to gather last brave breath
through Chinook, through hurricane,
through tornado that touches down
and pulls back up with a mouthful
of that from which all things are formed.
Be swift, like fastest thoroughbred; all bets hedged.
Be quick like cheetah after the gazelle,
the coyote panting on back foot
of rioting rabbit, like forest fire
gobbling up redwood. In blink,
death comes swiftly as twinkling
in eyes drowns itself in darkness.
Even snail, at fastest pace
is crawling to tick of silent clock.
Water moves, whether ice, bog, pool,
river, ocean or water falling to its mother.
Everything is attached, like toy,
to the hand of god, pulling, tugging,
pushing us at his required meter of his music.
Author notes
jpg. sunflowr Clock, Kircher
From the Museum of Jurassic Technology’s exhibit on Kircher:
To illustrate his belief in the magnetic relationship between the sun and the vegetable kingdom, Kircher designed this heliotropic sunflower clock by attaching a sunflower to a cork and floating it in a reservoir of water. As the blossom rotated to face the sun, a pointer through its center indicated the time on the inner side of a suspended ring. Kircher claimed that it didn’t work well because enclosing it in a glass case would block the sun’s attractive force, and that it was ‘therefore susceptible to inaccuracies due to the wind’. Further, “when the sunlight was weak, and itself was as if withered and worn out, it ran slow, seeking rest.”
In a list
A contest entry
- BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS - POEM INSPIRATION by maa.
521 points, ended January 29, 2007, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - TRANSFORM YOUR GREEN TROPHIES AND HEAL MY HEARTACHE # 2 by maa.
521 points, ended August 22, 2007, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I remember this poem so well ...
and I thank you from my heart for giving me a second chance for honoring your wisdom and excellency as a spiritual poetess through another trophy ... your poems are never neutral, they contain the seed of growth and transformation for those who have laboured their fields well and are ready and willing to welcome the full potential of life, already inherent within themselves ...
you are our protector, master and guide ...
I humbly bow to you,
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ah, ty, dear one...I love second chances
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amazing
a truly amazing poem about creation and its multiple manifestations, all made of the same substance and dancing to the same divine command, even if the rhythm varies for each one ... a beautiful tale of shakti, the female aspect of shiva ... the manifestation of energy out of the principle of pure consciousness ... this poem is a powerful response to jean-marc's poem, which springs from the silent and unmoving dimension of shiva-like consciousness ... and here comes shiva's consort shakti, dancing on his dead corpse ... without the manifesting power of energy or shakti, shiva is nothing ... without the essential and primordial substance of shiva, shakti has no existance ... a truly divine play, full of magic and full of delight ... thank you for sharing this wonderful tale with us ...
om namah shivaya
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thank you, maa. Sometimes a contest triggers a deep down response, as did this. I do not always know where these come from, but they do come and for that, and you on this one, am I grateful.
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