Why do we wander around in the dark,
In the middle of the night like this?
Well, if I knew the answer to that one,
I would have been home hours ago.
Where is the Light that shines to make me so?
‘Twas born of the stars in that milky glow.
There is a light seed grain deep inside you.
You fill it up with yourself, or it dies.
Did we not tire, ev’r walking, looking, lame?
At first, we did, yes, but then beauty came—
The grand moment of wings grown; lifting, new.
That rhythm flies us; our music plays through.
Where have we been, through all of these scenes?
Everywhere, and nowhere—in-between.
Come home! There was never the less or the prime—
And then you will know this place for the first time.
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 6 — Martin’s Cosmic Coding — Time Rates”
Three headers containing Rubaiyats have been added, next to ‘Home’ and ‘Contact’.
Best to memorize them, in case there’s a pop quiz coming.
(This kind of art takes a lot of parts to make)
And there beneath the rose tree, Old Khayyàm
Writes his verse, looking younger than I am,
And lives the proof of his philosophy,
The writing of which is but secondary.
Take the road of ‘Eventually’ toward ‘Someday’;
Turn back at the fork of ‘Maybe’ and ‘Perhaps’;
Pass the winding path where “It Could Have Been”;
Then you’ve arrived in the land of ‘Never’!
Oh never has there been a time more rare,
But that I can truly say, “I was there,
On that Heavenly sphere of blue and green;
Yes, I was there, in life extraordinaire!”
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 5 — Martin’s Cosmic Coding — Time Loops”
This video continues the quatrains in the tavern talk that began in the video for FitzOmar: Quatrain #2:
The Great Extinguisher
Our planet is very good at promoting life,
But it is much better at extinguishing it.
Of the billions upon billions of living things,
99.99% are no longer around here living.
Of all extinctions, the Permian was the worst.
245 million years ago, for 95% of species perished,
Suddenly disappearing from the fossil recording.
Life had almost come to a total obliterationing.
The stars are not just white, they scintillate:
Sirius is blue, its companion green;
Betelgeuse, red; many, like Sol, yellow;
Arcturus, orange—all jewels constellate.
The stars are eternity’s running-lights;
They shine, even through the fathomless night!
From what bright star comes the gleam in your eyes?
To what distant sun returns my smile’s light?
Starlight is the origin of our being,
The source of matter, energy; everything.
Permanent, reassuring, unquenchable;
It’s our radiant soul, a self-winding mainspring.
All the stars roll by for me to classify;
Science more and more my life does simplify;
But I have one final question left to ask:
“Why in the world was I born to live and die?”
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 4 — Martin’s Cosmic Coding — Codes”
Sung songs of life composed now lie reposed,
Thy face-dust Beauty’s music decomposed;
Ah, Sun’s Venus-brows we’re honored to brush,
That future’s wand will rearrange recomposed.
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 3 — Martin’s Cosmic Coding — Fine Tuning”
Lo, such as I am, Allah created me,
And hath kept me for a half-century!
Through all these years I’ve made experiment:
If my sins or His mercy greater be.
(Looks like we might get snowed in)
Over two hundred billion galaxies and more exist overall,
This realm being so large since the Planck is so small.
We on our Earth are very near to the insubstantial,
Our existence not at all elemental but circumstantial.
The continuing expansion spreads all out unto the deep,
Where the thinned out gruel lays itself down to sleep.
And so this tells us what our beginnings ultimately meant,
Which is nothing at all within this vast cosmic firmament.
To look for what endures in the ongoing cause,
Turn to the basics, such as the conversation laws,
For they, in summation, with infinite precision,
Maintain from their depth all the other decisions.
The cosmos continues on, as it ever has done,
And always will, the quantum balanced as one,
Heeding not the puff of smoke of rot
That was once a tiny pale blue dot.
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 2 — Martin’s Cosmic Coding Draft — The Information Sphere and the Brain”
We have often asked why some space exists,
Why it permits the countless to briefly persist
On Mother Earth, nourished under Father Sky—
All of those finite sparks that light and die.
Behind the Veil, being that which ev’r thrives,
The Eternal ‘IS’ has ever been alive,
For that which hath no onset cannot die,
‘Though no point from which to obtain its Why.
Some time it needed to variate Everything for,
And by then turned to new bubbles to pour,
Of existence, into this universe,
Those that wrote your poem and mine, every verse.
So, as thus, thou lives on yester’s credit line,
In nowhere’s midst, now in this life of thine,
As of its bowl our cup of brew is mixed
Into the state of being that’s called ‘mine’.
Continue reading “Early Evening at the OK Club — Part 1 —On the Eternal Saki Pouring Unto Now and into the Future”