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Nature's Math is Relative: to each of us - - democratically your speed of light - - the same as mine no matter what - - do you place yourself at the center of things..... at least of your experience? time and space - - shrinking - - expanding justified to velocity true for one - - likewise for all in synch with stars - - our eye's perception. Nature's Mind is Flexible: with this we play dramatically life as process - - always flowing morphing - - surprising - - do you find your everydays forever fresh..... at least for one beat of your heart? one idea - - fading - - growing briefly a subject of contemplation clear to one - - peculiar to all ever evolving - - delight of conception. Nature's Essence Waves and Points: appearing demographically ripples swell - - taking on locality - - do you take up space and author consequence..... at least enough to make one point? a single wave - - rising - - receding articulated in commotion thrill of I - - solace of we heart and face of realization.
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Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
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Nature's Math is Relative: to each of us - - democratically your speed of light - - the same as mine no matter what - - do you place yourself at the center of things..... at least of your experience? time and space - - shrinking - - expanding justified to velocity true for one - - likewise for all in synch with stars - - our eye's perception. Nature's Mind is Flexible: with this we play dramatically life as process - - always flowing morphing - - surprising - - do you find your everydays forever fresh..... at least for one beat of your heart? one idea - - fading - - growing briefly a subject of contemplation clear to one - - peculiar to all ever evolving - - delight of conception. Nature's Essence Waves and Points: appearing demographically ripples swell - - taking on locality - - do you take up space and author consequence..... at least enough to make one point? a single wave - - rising - - receding articulated in commotion thrill of I - - solace of we heart and face of realization.
Copyright 1997 JB Marshall
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jacqueline-brehmer-marshall
German
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
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