Connecting

Fakhra,

I really liked the flow of this poem and, well, the subject matter of truth always interested me. This rendition of truth-seeking is quite interesting. Would you mind elaborating on what you are implying by symmetry and extensions?

Thanks,

Fahd

Re: # 14

Fahd, thank you very much. Your question reminds me of Particle Physics lectures where my professor told us about new particles and how their behaviour is understood by applying the laws of symmetry to them. Some of them obeyed the laws, some violated them, surprisingly.

We made the laws of science, you see, and then there are new things coming up all the time, which these laws are unable to explain. So, extensions basically applies to the forces of nature, known and unknown. And laws are good at failing, laws of man-made symmetry, I mean.

So this poem is aiming to find harmony between symmetry and extensions, the harmony that is truth.

I hope that explains.

re #9 and 10:

on the vast shoreline of human history we are but a speck of dust and we walk the walk and talk the talk as if there is no tomorrow and in the not too distant future we`d be a speck of dust on the vast shoreline -- and you talk of purpose?

(thought i`d share these recent tid-bits from t`s messenger musings not shared on his i-log...also, a similarly themed unfinished poem from there;)):

zindagi

life -- a series of mishaps
happening and waiting to happen
evolution, devolution
ravaged, disparaged
caught in the flux
foggy, full nor empty
mixed and deflecting
real is unreal is real
you are me, i am you
but leave my books alone, please!
walking on clouds
makes pot holes no less hurting
rupturous tempests
within skeletal confines
ricochet pain and helplessness
till shadows desert
.....(still working on this)

Re: # 11

Temporal,

It`s all in one`s power of perception, my friend. I guess there`s no simple answer to the question, for one, of what lies beyond the horizon. And also, what is that seemingly obvious divide between the sky and the earth?

Perhaps ``purpose`` is the name of an ugly green-hued salad bowl at a restaurant called ``ontology.`` And the tiny cubes and slices in there are called ``meanings`` in varying degrees.

Peace!

Fakra Hassan,

The exclamation mark is a soft tingling realization of being awake, `adeau` proper perked by easternized tabasco, it is the first drop of rain on cracked earth, and it also is a dramatically eccentric gesture of jovial excesses, among others.

It is like when Whitman says, ``I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world...``

So the exclamation mark following ``peace,`` when I say it, means that I feel the sensation of serenity gushing in me, and that I express it exuberantly.

Peace!

Re: # 6

Well said.

Re: # 5

Temporal, this piece was written with care. Free verse mein sab chalta hai, once you know what you want to write. Waisay bhi, I don`t write for appreciation or acceptance, it`s a hobby, but to reiterate, suggestions noted with care

Thanks.

fakhra:

ok...you are welcome...but if not careful next time will report you to grand inquisitor aka benedict something...;)

lve

t

Re: # 5

The third and fourth stanzas are whimsical which was a result of the excitement after reading a few pages of this great book by Kauffman, hence the title Connecting. This is an old poem, by the way.

Re: # 8

Fakhra Hassan,

Something came out as whimsical as an emotional byproduct, at other ends, after and for one reading (Walter) Kauffman?!

My face now looks (and Walter Kauffman`s would look the same after this) like a can of soda that is overrun by a car. And the sound that erupted as a result, sounds something like the sound that will emerge from reading ``huh?!!!`` the American way.

Kauffman?!!!

Peace!

Re: # 9

My interest is the theory of evolution and since kidhood I thawt Darwin was wrong and then I had the chance to read Stuart Kauffman . He`d written exactly what I had in mind (alhtough his book is nearly ten years old), that everything comes and goes for a specific purpose, everything from small to big is its own universe. So yeah, it was VOILA! feeling.

So, what is whimsical is sparky in nature and yeah, sparks are needed to burn gasoline, aren`t they? How else can the car move?

Re: # 10

Fakhra Hassan,

Walter Kauffman and I are at peace, now. But hey, gasoline isn`t the only thing powering vehicles, these days. We also have cars that run on solar power, electric, and hydrogen. And rarely, I have seen people pushing their cars that are meant to transport them. That didn`t register in my head, though. Perhaps I`m not that smart.

Peace!

fakhra:

good thoughts

enjoyed these lines:
but you feel warm without wool,
you say things without stuttering,

read these lines thus:
when you know
who you are
when you know what not to say
when you know what you want

may i?... a pet peeve re: punctuation...follow one path...caps or smalls... commas, periods etc...when you mix and blend arbitrarily it gives off the appearence of an uncaring writer....which you are not:)

lve

t

Re: # 2

Suggestions noted with care.

thankus!

Fakhra Hassan,

The vanity of a wanting, a wanting need to desire the desirable; the wanting need to desire the best; the wanting need to desire the most beautiful; the wanting need to desire the fastest. Time and Age beaten with time mellows these superficial wanting needs of desires that remain non-elucidated, always reasonable, but never whole, never satisfied, never attainable, never ending.

Faith in its pure form is non-reasonable, anti-reason, even, just as there is no known human reason for the possession of human sentientness, the essence of metaphysical human life. Certainty thereby resides in Faith, to believe to attain an unreasonable dream, to dance to the rhythms of imaginary beats, to be exuberantly happy at the thought of being oneself as being alive.

The truth is an inspiration that mysteriously is born in the subliminal vacuities of our seeking souls and manifests itself as a reality in our minds. And our consciousness believes miraculously that this function of sentientness as `free will` must either be or not be exercized to manifest or not to manisfest this reality into human action.

Alas `concreteness` alone does not provide us meaning to the riddle of existence, although a concept of a figure of a circle is almost both as much concrete as it is abstract.

``But there is an extension that leads to music
and one, in the corner that says ‘faith’.
The extension of innovation is big and exciting
whereas energy
wiggles with a smile.
The sun dances behind the clouds as the clouds
pour rain
and birds hail the extension of nature.
I move back and forth
to people and myself
playing with the extension of peace.``

Peace!

Re: # 1

Imagine how small and meaningless a drop of ink is, so small, that you can ignore it in agreement with Darwin`s concept of vestigial organs. Once it drops, on a flexible surface like water, it spreads, it breaks, finds its way through the molecular spaces and then finally takes over the transparency of the water and one says, `Oh, its red or black or blue or green or yellow now`. Just one tiny drop. This is how life should be seen, each and every aspect of it, even the smallest, is important, and in someway, is involved in the complex ever-expanding or contracting universe.

This poem is an advocate of the creation view of the universe which is where the truth lies. And in theory - and I am braving to say - as well as practise, finding the truth lies in the inter-play of Faith and Laws (of science and religion).

Thank you very much for your kind remarks, although, it was a bit startling to see an exclamation next to Peace.

:) Peace