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PACIFYING THE MIND OF THE SECOND PATRIARCH
Sitting on the cushion staring at the wall yet again, the wall seems familiar, as if you should know it, the paint, the fleck of something embedded in the paint. Still you search for something beyond the wall, hidden by the paint, but you find nothing, always nothing. Does this nothing finding frustrate you? Are…
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FOR RENE
What is inconceivable about the universe is that it should be at all conceivable. — A. Einstein Cogito dice clatter against a corner of the universe, rolling the bones of a thousand generations ergo one slides into the black hole void a loser next player to the line sum boxcars stacked as cordwood the snake…
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WHAT, SHE ASKS, DOES A FEATHER SOUND LIKE?
echo of Galileo’s ball in speeding flight once cast off the tower, the cascade of butterfly wings in mid migration, and universes collapsing, and the sound of everything the moment before there was time.
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AT THE BORDER
Out at the edge of the universe, time has no beginning and stretches endlessly, as a stone dropped, its ripples spreading outward across a shoreless lake. There is no time here at the margin, no space consumed by all space. I would touch the edge and press it outward disrupting balance until it all draws…
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OCTOBER
There is an infinite space inside an atom, a massive void into which universes tumble and stars and planets are born. Outside, the maple leaves burning flame and crimson spiral to the lawn, which waits to receive them. Autumn is the season when the earth prepares to die and it is left to us to…
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ZAZEN
Soon I will sit and stare into the wall, into my heart,, into the universe, and will find everything and nothing. But the center of nothing, is everything.
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BUDDHA NATURE
The infant girl smiles with infinite knowledge, present wholly in this moment, knowing no other, her eyes speaking with the wisdom of all who have gone before her. In those eyes your heart hears stories of universes waiting to born, collapsing inward, naked singularities, and compassion. She doesn’t offer to teach you, but you cannot…
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SCHWARZSCHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSE
In the space of a moment a universe can be engulfed, light pours forth from a black hole, suns rise over the event horizon, space curves in on itself until it is yesterday. Shrodinger’s cat feasts on Albert’s twins and the dice are just out …
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ALBERT AND I
Time folds in on itself, the arrow bends, grows recursive we lapse slowly backward slipping into a protean state. Our universe is neatly bisected, the inner workings laid open showing craftsmanship far beyond our meager comprehension, as we cling to the surface, fear sliding deep into its depth, spiral freely in infinite progression, slowing, approaching…
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SNAKE EYES
Einstein said, and I assume he believed, that God didn’t play dice with the universe. Hawking disagreed, said God was an inveterate gambler and worse still he would not only throw the dice but he is so sarcastic that he would gladly confuse us by throwing them where they can’t be seen. You have to…
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