Do links in mind and the cosmos occur
in parallel fashion perhaps,
the ties that bind everywhere as it were,
within and out, whether litterateur
across a neuronal synapse,
or structures perceived by star connoisseur
in space-time continuum gaps?
While seemingly simple the link between
the duo in ARP eighty-six
galactically paired in dance routine
of pas de deux, by the Hubble scope seen,
who knows what further cosmic tricks
might be causing the twosome to convene
besides gravitation affix?
‘Imagination encircles the world'
were words of wisdom Einstein said,
envisioning somehow that space-time swirled
around massive rotating objects whirled
thus warping reaches nearby spread,
as relativity thesis unfurled
with gravity to force unwed.
And Einstein in intuition believed
along with inspiration's sweep
such as in fantasies childhood retrieved
in ideas scientific conceived
from great creative sources deep
for progress evolving to be achieved,
plus crucialness of ample sleep.
A classic series TV I recall
had the title ‘The Twilight Zone',
of quality scripts to ever enthrall,
and even at times to make one's flesh crawl,
though all in black and white was shown,
for one never guessed what fate might befall,
indeed its equal I've not known.
The program arose from Rod Serling's mind,
a man with inventiveness vast
who had deep affection for humankind.
On viewing anew those broadcasts I find
umpteen episodes that outlast
the plethora of fare we're now consigned,
a genuine blast from the past.
Nostalgia aside, the universe too
could be more connected than thought,
as possibly some mysterious glue
is causing alignments celestial, through
embedding of huge structures wrought;
for galaxies far, far apart on cue
together in motion are brought
in some way or fashion unfathomed still,
since cause and effect circumvent
our grasp, for the fruits of our own free will
or whatever destiny to fulfill,
no matter how good the intent,
from lifetime ambition to fleeting thrill
or true enlightenment's ascent.
On smaller scale Arp eighty-six was viewed
in gaze by the Hubble above
as part of a larger study pursued
for how the connections should be construed
among young stars and cold clouds of
the gases in which the stars have accrued,
as one of its labors of love.
‘We know not even one thousandth as yet, '
to paraphrase an Einstein quote,
‘of one percent of what great nature's net
of clues has already revealed; ' so let
us learn a bit from what he wrote
and appetite for awakening whet,
on worldly stage where we devote
our little lives to the fates we beget,
recorded in ceaseless cosmic cassette
perchance ‘midst symphony remote
yet nigh, with strings fiddled at every fret,
with now and then a fluted note
from earthly mother's sylvan throat
o'er river where we row our boat,
as in this bubble world we float,
seen faintly in sibylline silhouette
behind our sensorial parapet…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem