Cosmic (Wo) man will forever be a neotenous child [1]
Grains of matter coalesce in Her sprawled-out limbs
And beings appear in the developing bath of Her eyes
SHE is over-exposed in the daybreak of awareness
Painfully illumining Her own inner darkness
Arduously setting forth to span Her empty gulfs
Her lot is to be the light-bringer...
To endure intense glare: BEARER OF LIGHT!
Veiled by layer on layer of nebular mist
Dust in her physique advances toward dawn
It's time to learn from the birds in Her body
So we can use new kinds of wings to take flight
It's time we learned from the plants in Her body
To use new kinds of branches for gathering light
Cosmic (Wo) man finds purpose in giving life
But homo sapiens, having befouled it's nest
Only glimpses Her extended body in flickers
Such is the natural condition of a cosmic babe
Perhaps the interwovenness of matter's laws
Is a tale told by Her endless striving
Perhaps She has inner vistas of becoming
And has to trigger countless subtle events
To support the material world at any moment
The life-enabling wavelengths of Sol's light
Are rays in the bodily aura of Cosmic Man [2]
Note:
[1] "Neotenous" means that characteristics of infancy are prolonged into adolescence and even into adulthood.
[2] When wavelengths of sunlight are drawn on a graph, we see a sharp peak in the area of visible light, with lower levels of ultra-violet and infra-red on either side. If the peak were shifted slightly toward the ultra-violet side, the earth would be irradiated by too many mutagenic rays; if the peak were shifted slightly toward infra-red, the earth's surface would be too hot for life. As it is, our Sun provides us with precisely the rainbow of light that we need.
i thinks this mastermind poem penned on the strengthen the womanhood of this cosmos thoughtfully penned - t's time to learn lessons................r gathering light Perhaps the interwovenness of matter's laws Is a tale told by Her spiritual struggle .............................. To support the material world at any moment....///
Wowww your cosmic babe shines in intellectual brilliance. Sublime and artsy muse indeed. I have an unpost Poem where I refer to the branches in the body so I liked your impressive inclusion of that. What u mean by birds in the body, u mean soaring imagination? Kudos and long may u write.
For more about the marvel of winged creatures, I invite you to read " TWO POEMS AND A DISQUISITION ON SKYLARKS"
I would be interested in reading your poem re branches in the body. Could you send to my mailbox?
I am thinking that many wonderful " inventions" beyond human engineering capability can already be found in the natural world. Thus the natural world is like a textbook that can teach us about economy of means. No human airplane can rival a hummingbird's energy efficiency.
Perhaps the interwovenness of matter's laws Is a tale told by spirit's struggle Perhaps it has inner vistas of becoming Perhaps an infinity of events must happen To support the material world at any moment - - - - - - - - - - - -
(cont.) i think i saw a cosmic babe shaking her booty on the corner of Main Street and Elm Ave. at midnight last night. NICE! ! ! (i mean the 'babe') thanks for sharing. i had the same question (as Madathil did) about the Chinese below your English. a Poet's note explaining that it is your (shorter) Chinese translation of your (orignal) English would be nice for readers to see. bri ;)
(cont.) Oh, i think you are being 'clever' using (wo) man to indicate a woman or the duo nature of the human species.? ? but it just confuse me! ! so far the poem is 'over my head', and thus not entertaining, but i do like these two lines: Pitiful nest-befouling sapiens Only glimpses his larger body in flickers...of course by flickers you MUST refer to more than one Colaptes auratus! (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
! Have you been reading India's Rig Veda? Your poem reads like the Veda's Purusha Suktam (Hymn Dedicated To The Cosmic Being) . You can google/check Wikipedia for more details. Needless to say your poem is profound, demands repeated deep delving and analysis as does the Suktam. (10)