sunshine23
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Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm
And so you speak
Words flow like music
Of your lips
That sip from the edge
Of a styrofoam cup
And the imprint left
Lasts long enough
For you to change your mind
But you dont
Not this time
You whisper in one ear
Out the other it goes
I cant listen anymore
I cant hear the words
You speak
When captivated by the eyes
That speak of you better
“It will get better”
You tell me
I tell myself it wont
But oh, you’re right
Things come and go
Ebb and flow
And I thought
We would always be stagnant
But here it is:
A fork in the road
Hundreds of miles
And I’ll imagine your face
Next to mine at night
And I’ll imagine
The way your hands
Used to feel in mine
I’ll look back
One day
And think of that one saying
Of never wasting fresh tears
Over old griefs
One day
I’ll hope
To get that phone call
And we can pick up
Where we left off -
What is that that sparks through one's mind?
Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm
What is that that sparks through one's mind?
An instant of thought unaided by rule
Of that is a creation by distraction of an abstract
Or merely the visage of a simple reality.
A light enters the eyes through processes entrancing
Transfixed verbally the medium spoken
An idea or discovery is overcoming and overwhelmed
Yet so is the arising of interrogations and mystery.
What is that that becomes one persona infinite?
A judgment of ideology certainly defined
Of that is action by coinciding with reason
Or merely an unnamed motive of impulse.
A connection by the beat to the mind's rhythm waves
Fading in and away blinding memories morose
An occurrence involuntary or causing of choice
Is the acceptance of course and of fate.
What is that that is due to some change of pace?
A timely accord of habit to alteration
Of that is produced a variance in response
Or merely a minuscule difference in step.
A record of time within environment and condition
Some tale of attempt with plausible success
Oh, if the world were to be of an open gate!
The repetition without furthers the blank cognition.
What have we become? -
1 0 1 1 0 1 0… 1 0 1 1 0 1 0… 1011010...
Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:40 pm
Generally, I’m not the biggest fan of mathematics… particularly not algebra. Formulas don’t excite me, and neither do invisible numbers. But geometry? I’d say shapes, theorems and postulates I can handle. I couldn’t call myself a mathematician if I tried, and I was the girl falling asleep at the back of pre-calculus in high school most of the time.
But, you see… in the classroom environment, math itself really doesn’t excite me. Why? Because I’m not applying it to anything. I’m simply being taught and tested upon it, and frankly… I’m not too enthused.
Now on the other hand… when I can see numbers, formulas, and ratios applied, that’s when things get interesting.
1.618… The Divine Proportion, The Golden Ratio.
Better known as: PHI.
Beautiful isn’t it? Perhaps it isn’t, if you don’t exactly know what it is…
PHI expresses the relationship that the sum of two quantities is to the larger quantity as the larger is to the smaller.
A + B is to A as A is to B
But why is it so beautiful? Well, It isn’t called The Divine Proportion for nothing… Look at nature’s spiral patterns… spirals of galaxies to the spiral of a seashell; masterpieces of music to the beauty in art. A botanist will find it in the growth patterns of flowers and plants, while the zoologist sees it in the breeding of rabbits. The ancient Egyptians used it to construct their pyramids, and the Greeks used it throughout their architecture of grandeur. It’s this natural phenomena of harmony and equality… it’s almost as if imperfection, really is perfection. No matter is identical, yet it all bears this mark of ‘oneness’ that which is the Golden Ratio.
When I first came across PHI, it was as if a new part of my mind opened… as if nature all of a sudden developed more of an understanding –and a mathematical one at that, in my conscious mind. These beautiful spiral patterns like those of a spiral seashell… are so much more than a thing of beauty. I often wonder if it is an example of the infinite expansion of the universe and of nature in all forms. These numbers… these spirals… these sequences continue on, all proportionately by a ratio and even though we are all separate entities, we are bonded by a continuum of PHI.
Why is it, that the ancient Egyptians and the Greeks among many other ancient civilizations had it right? Why, have we lost this concept of harmony throughout time? A contractor will allow a building to be erected just about anywhere, yet the construction of the pyramids were carefully positioned in consideration the divine proportion and zero-point. Today our imaginations run chaotic with design and creation, while the majestic Parthenon was built to have direct relation to PHI, and can be divided into golden rectangles!
You know the ever-so-capitalized idea of Feng Shui? Harmony within the environment? To the Chinese, it’s much more than the arrangement of your furniture. Within Feng Shui, Yin and Yang come into play with balance. It seems as if this ancient way of harmonizing with the rhythms of the Earth have been lost in translation. Chaos and destruction sound familiar?
Moreso today now than ever…
I feel as if mentally, and physically much of humanity is out of sync and psyche with that that complements us. We’re off track with nature, off orbit… a skipping record. As evolution may have it and habits become inborn, look at how we’ve increasingly pulled away from the gravity of the bond that holds our entities together! Our feet hold firm to the ground, yet we’re not penetrating the movement, the continuum of rhythm that emits throughout nature. I feel as if I’m on a roller coaster ride, and I’m not strapped in. I may hold on, but I’m not secure. I’m not one with the gravitational pull entirely… How could this have happened? How have many of us lost our ability to truly feel and connect with what is around us? How is it that we have let our inhibitions interfere with the duality of creation and time?
Poor Phidias… he is probably ashamed at our disconnections. -
Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:39 pm
Change floats on a current
Like a sailboat on a stream
And I dream
As a feather frees itself
In a breeze of flight
And I want to catch the wind
Not just fly into the clouds
Bottle up the sounds
In my little jar
Like fireflies
Blinking in our eyes
A lone man wandering
Looking where he's been
On a whim
He follows along the tide
In stride with the ebb and flow
I want no boundaries
I want no boundaries
And I want to catch the wind
Not just fly into the clouds
Bottle up the sounds
In my little jar
Like fireflies
Blinking in our eyes -
Wed Aug 12, 2009 4:38 pm
Never liked the country much
Until moving to a place
With pines and wild berries
Facing the window
The sunlight peeking
Through the evergreen branches
And reflecting the scarlet
Like the rouge brushed on my cheeks
To feel pretty.
Never liked the country much
Until the city skyscrapers
Became the wind whistling
Along with the steady rhythms
Of the melodies
Through my headphones
Beating like a robin's call
As I lay elegantly
Swept across the porch swing.
Never liked the country much
Until the hum of the crickets
Replaced ambulance sirens
Where I could sit in solitude
By candlelight with words
Of a classic story
By a classic writer
Whisking me far away
Into a world of unknown depth.
Never liked the country much
Until the lens of a camera
Became my best friend
As the sweet falling leaves
Danced prisms of color
In the autumn wind
And it became an adventure
Like a scavenger hunt
Or a kid in a candy store.
Never liked the country much
Until the rush hour traffic
Became the winding roads
Of endless time
With a joint flying
Out the window
To the tune of Led Zeppelin
And his guitar riffs
Raining upon my ears.
Never liked the country much
Until notes in agendas
Became destinations on a whim
To playgrounds of mountains
And country diners
Where the waitress
Never fails
To forget your name
Or your favorite drink.
Never liked the country much
Until my four-inch stilettos
Became the comfy tennis shoes
And messy-bun hair
Where there was no who's-who
To try to impress
And the simple plaid and flannel
That I thought ugly
Is now what keeps me warm at night.
Never liked the country much
Until the sunsets of grandeur
Replaced the gray steel frames
And concrete sidewalks
Where the clouds seem happy
And white with fresh air
Away from the black exhaust
And my silly road rage.
Never liked the country much
Until moving to a place
Where I could be
Who I really am.