Mystic Journey: Gravity 2
through science's grainy spectacles
the cosmos collapses into probabilities,
but Man, one of the highest improbables,
is beyond observed observers' observing.
even that final, mysterious transformation
of mass into Light, and then Intelligence,
mathematical alchemy of quantum gravity,
can't convert all into a Kosmos conscious
of Itself, a Being whose constitution,
the Tree of Life, is an Intelligence free
balanced at all times, at all points.
science is silent on matters that matter
most. too, when keats wrote 'Beauty
is truth, truth beauty, '* he might later
have added that both of them are good.
from alpha to omega, conscious ascents
of consciousness pressure us- so what
side of the looking glass are we on?
with eyes open we behold an infinite mass
of light. close them for an instant.
the cosmos disappears. instead, we pass
into intuition and, through its reflexive
screen, discover nothing changed since
the big roar began. here, within the
motionless Mind within ever-in-motion
Light, at the vital heart of the Kosmos,
is a power of attraction, an action
we quaint call Love. from the physicist
and his fuzzy particle, to the artist
and her feel for beauty, Love is the Law.
its gravity is a desire for order and unity
in diversity. since time began not one dot
has been added to nor subtracted from it.
it is now, ever was, and ever shall be
the same. and that is all we know.
and that is all we ever need to know.
poem by Doug Bentley
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