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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 46. Vedic knowledge

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Sonnet No. 91

 

Nothingness is the Alpha/Omega,

For what started in a Big Bang one morn

Must end in a Big Crunch parabola,

Where creation dies to then be reborn.

Three quarters of our world is beyond sight –

Dark matter, or darker energy yet,

Exerts its force on us as sure as light,

While all of Time's veiled secrets it has kept.

But – there's one law darkness knows nothing of,

The strength animate that began it all,

For what has life that exists not in Love? –

Not touched before Time was primordial.

So between us there exists a state of grace;

Explosive and contracted as all of space.

 

 

Sonnet No. 92

 

Break the holy numbers' seal on the book,

For the fairest Vedic knowledge is free

To he whose motive is of pure outlook,

And whose love is of the highest degree.

'Conservation of knowledge' has it said

That darkness can never consume the light,

But by absorption, the Void's base is fed

To never lose what is simply lost to sight.

And so in sorrow's density and hole

I feel a mighty gravity luring,

But it's never one your thought can't control

To draw me back with your love enduring.

The pages that speak of our own consignment

Can never depress us in their confinement.

 

 

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Two marvelously cosmic sonnets! I am particularly impressed with the inner geometry of number 91. It is not merely the parabola that struck me, but also the circularity of so much of this sonnet. When I consider the theme of death and rebirth, which occurs from the first alpha and omega, you drive home love’s undying nature. 

 

In number 92, I love how you connect ancient knowledge with modern understanding of the cosmos. I loved how you likened sorrow to black holes and gravity sinks. 

 

 But what strikes me about both of these is how you bring us from the contemplation of the universe and cosmology to framing one’s feelings on a deeply personal level. 

 

Beautifully done! 

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2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Two marvelously cosmic sonnets! I am particularly impressed with the inner geometry of number 91. It is not merely the parabola that struck me, but also the circularity of so much of this sonnet. When I consider the theme of death and rebirth, which occurs from the first alpha and omega, you drive home love’s undying nature. 

 

In number 92, I love how you connect ancient knowledge with modern understanding of the cosmos. I loved how you likened sorrow to black holes and gravity sinks. 

 

 But what strikes me about both of these is how you bring us from the contemplation of the universe and cosmology to framing one’s feelings on a deeply personal level. 

 

Beautifully done! 

Thank you for your kind words of support, Parker. Your view of these two poems generally aligns with mine :) I can accuse myself of being bathetic, but sometimes I can make it work as well, hehe. 

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We do not pay attention to it, but life ends and renews itself over and over again. We see it in the seasons, we see it when we cut ourselves, regrown, reborn, renewed. Love is the same. Sometimes it dies like a rose does, but often in long relationships where both parties are invested, it can be reborn after an argument with a soft kiss and touch of the hand.

 

There is darkness in us just as there is light, and that energy explodes in us just like it does on the sun's surface. That is 91 to me, the renewing, explosive yet harnessed energy within each of us.

 

Darkness cannot consume the light. Maybe not but it can cover and mask it until you feel you will never see the light again, such is mental illness and overwhelming sadness. 92 speaks to that part of me.  Yet it is often the light of love that pulls me back from the darker places within my own mind.

 

Both of these sonnets touched me, i felt them more that heard them. They each simmered, pulsing with great energy straining to be freed.

 

xo thanks AC.

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On 7/20/2018 at 3:52 AM, Mikiesboy said:

We do not pay attention to it, but life ends and renews itself over and over again. We see it in the seasons, we see it when we cut ourselves, regrown, reborn, renewed. Love is the same. Sometimes it dies like a rose does, but often in long relationships where both parties are invested, it can be reborn after an argument with a soft kiss and touch of the hand.

 

There is darkness in us just as there is light, and that energy explodes in us just like it does on the sun's surface. That is 91 to me, the renewing, explosive yet harnessed energy within each of us.

 

Darkness cannot consume the light. Maybe not but it can cover and mask it until you feel you will never see the light again, such is mental illness and overwhelming sadness. 92 speaks to that part of me.  Yet it is often the light of love that pulls me back from the darker places within my own mind.

 

Both of these sonnets touched me, i felt them more that heard them. They each simmered, pulsing with great energy straining to be freed.

 

xo thanks AC.

Love your thoughts here. The cyclical nature of love, affection, connection is true, but like the larger picture of what happens on Earth and the universe as a whole, things always come back around the fundamentals. These poems suggest that there is nothing more fundamental than our ability to love, share affection and experience connections. 

 

Thank you for reading these, Tim. Your sentiments are always warmly welcomed and treasured :yes:

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