truth is the pearl
with surface sometimes dull
not easily found
a fake often sold
but seamless it is smooth
a piece of space and matter
concentrically transformed
until a fixed fractal
reached and no more debate
will the pearl deform
the pearl is found in wonder,
the pearl is found in love,
the pearl is found by not
accepting a fake
nor treating other seekers
with scorn.
To find the pearl
you may go hungry
or go to sleep confused
angst you will suffer
but the pearls once found
will become a self
similar strand
interwoven in your soul
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: truth
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I read the mathematical text "Fractals Everywhere" by Michael F. Barnsley for the notion of an iterative process which transforms a geometric figure successively to a fixed fractal limit. It seemed to me that both the truth and a pearl are formed by iterative processes.
The truth seemed to be derived by an iterative process including debate, wonder, love, appreciation for other seekers and so forth. The pearl by an iterative process involving concentric circles.
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