DISCOVERY

I don’t believe that chaos reigns
Mid bits of quirk and quark
That law is dashed and order feigns
To conquer all that’s dark.

In the quest for what and who

Each answer found brings the awe
Of simplicity to mystify
While exposing the next layer raw.

The mystic and the scientist
Should regard themselves as friends.
Both seek truth, but with this twist:
They start at opposite ends.

The latter studies earth, sea and sky
And all that the world does hold;
The former employs an inner eye
For self-knowing and God to unfold.

In the unseen world of the sub-atom
You get probability.
Particle or Wave? One you must fathom,
Concurrence never will you see.

Newton’s physics still holds sway
With things that we can see,
But the Quantum world told of today
Denies objectivity.

The ‘thought’ of how a test will end
Affects what comes about.
Are thoughts the very things we send
To help creation out?

Gods we are in limited sense
If thought makes us like Thee.
But things at root are ‘cosmic rays’
Of vibratory energy.

All things have motion, never still,
Unable to be destroyed.
There’s push and pull with magnetic will
But naught will create a void.

Matter to be life does need
As an engine needs – a spark.
The bi-force of Nous does succeed;
Divine Mind allows life to embark.

Life on earth is endless change
As Empedocles did conclude.
So science now must rearrange
Its opinion of God misconstrued.

Thus Albert and our ancient sage
Saw order neat and nice
Deducing in their separate age
“That God does not play dice!”

Though there may be parallel planes
With theories of ‘brane’ or string,
As our truth-seeking friends make further gains
Some day in one chorus they’ll sing.

Since nothing’s new under the sun
On the path for reason and rhyme
Like Eliot’s circle where all is One
We’ll know it for the very first time.



Phoenix Rose
January 1, 2009