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Invocation
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primordial ribbons of infinity
pass from the point solitaire
of boundless mass
where once shades of twilight
snuggled within
that tiny elemental bomb
to an explosive kiss
hurled cross time un-ending
through space vast
eternal distance swelling
between shades of twilight
resounding harmonics
brought us once again
into a twilight kiss
brought us once again
until resounding harmonics
between shades of twilight
eternal distance swelling
through space vast
hurled cross time un-ending
to an explosive kiss
that tiny elemental bomb
snuggled within
where once shades of twilight
of boundless mass
pass from the point solitaire
primordial ribbons of infinity
-- Mahatma Gandhi
Notes on Invocation
This is a slightly different approach to
the notion of soul mates. The conventional mystical paradigm goes
something like this;
A soul, which exists separately from physical bodies, is created and split
in two and each half sent to dwell in a man's body and a woman's body
until they meet and fall in love, etc. etc. etc.
Invocation looks at this from the conventional paradigm of a physicist.
The universe once existed as a single point. All the matter of the
universe -- including the matter that comprises you and I, existed within
an extremely dense sphere possibly as small as a pinhead.
It is at this point that physics breaks down. Laws make no sense any more.
The universe begins to resemble nothing more than a great thought -- or,
as I prefer to think of it -- a song.
Within Invocation the lovers exist within this tiny sphere -- 'the
elemental bomb' -- snuggled together, they are nothing more than twilight,
until they 'kiss' which is the spark, the passion, that ignites the big
bang and ultimately ignites the universe spreading out from infinitely
small to infinitely vast.
In the process the lovers are obviously separated, until after eons and
eons they are finally configured in a form that comprises the essence of
themselves as they existed within the primordial stew, at which time they
meet, fall in love, and enjoy another twilight kiss.
Entropy wins however, and the lovers cannot remain configured (they die)
and dissolve once again into atoms and energy scattered across a cosmos
that now is contracting to the big crunch -- the point in time when all
matter will reconvene at a single point -- when they will again re-unite,
kiss, and the process begins again.
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