#particles
Einstein was right
time is like a relative
you don’t like.
I planted a potato
certain it’s tree
would shade me eventually
I chained myself
to the opinion of others
then misplaced the key
I armored myself
to avoid love’s pain
and rusted in solitude
.
.
A song for this:
Sacrifice by The Weeknd
French Navy by Camera Obscura
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
In the beginning there _you_ were,
a particle,
like _me,_
oppositely charged,
making our attraction a foregone conclusion.
Your _resonance,_
in harmony with my quantum fingerprint,
a symphony of the stars,
pulsing,
vibrating,
in concert with one another.
Two particles _entangled,_
always aware at a _subatomic_ level
of the other,
even light-years apart.
A connection that spans infinite distance,
breaks the barriers of time and space,
where the wormholes of the cosmos
weave the fabric of _dimensional reality._
And all along,
that _particle,_
your _soul,_
was always the one that I felt.
__Eternal.__
A flicker in the _void,_
a shared frequency,
a silent understanding.
No need for words,
no need for touch,
just the knowing.
A dance of subatomic forces,
a ballet of light and shadow,
a cosmic embrace.
The universe _whispers_ our names,
the galaxies spin our story,
the nebulae paint our portrait.
We are fragments of a whole,
reunited,
reborn.
A constant,
a truth,
an unbroken thread.
Through collapsing stars and nascent worlds,
through the birth of planets and the death of suns,
we _remain._
A silent promise,
a cosmic echo,
a love that _transcends_ all.
No beginning,
no end,
just the _infinite_ now.
___A particle,
a soul,
forever.___
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
ever since
that brightest of lights
birthed the universe
and all that it holds
our particles have
been striving through
all that is known
of space and time
through countless changes
of form and matter
through our unknown infinities
amidst the infinites known
through beliefs and disbeliefs
uncertainties and doubts
falling continuously
in the path of our orbits
endlessly we will travail
entrained to reunite
with our eternal partner
separated only temporally
impeded by the superlunary
seemingly fated from beyond
the gravity of this mystic tie
binds all sempiternally
and we will be found
one in the other
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 5:25 PM UTC
And I have severed the bridge,
The bond of the astral soul
To this corporeal form.
Similarly feeling, so far
From all that is tangible.
What I am, I don't know
And the point, in the grand scheme.
A stream of air, a speck of dust
Tiny particles without any meaning
Jun 20, 2023
Jun 20, 2023 at 4:56 PM UTC
I dive headfirst into the depths of the nightsky
I glide along the outlines the stars have aligned around me
and bathe in the glimmer of light of the moon
I’m so empowered
so full of love
like I belong here
like I was actually born into this space
as planets have collided speckles of energy to give birth to itselves
so have I built myself up from nothing but atoms
I am energy
I am love
I am nothing but particles in collision slow dancing at a high school party
holding each other shyly but eagerly not wanting to ever open their eyes and let go
I breathe in the salt from the nape of your neck and I know it’s real
for the first time in infinities
I feel I can align the skies
move oceans and place mountains aside to create my own personal haven
and I am so grateful for the push into the nightsky
I never realized you’d aspired
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:58 PM UTC
At a certain point during war,
you’ll wander out
among the galaxies,
among the whirling particles,
and ineffable numbers,
Feeling something that has no name,
like a thunderbolt through darkness
A storm unpredicted,
The horrible errors of our childhood,
Seeing with my inward eye,
A natural reaction to moving closer to the truth,
Life’s continuing promise,
Grounded in love
—I like listening to you
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Luminosity is the partner of obscurity.
As I watch each sunset
its as though tears are sinking
beneath a heart beat of existence.
But then the evanescence gives ways to
wonders of the penetrate
a void less canvass painting
eternity with random brushes.
Each has its beauty to bestow on the sights
of particles drifting coalescing
momentarily to envision the
changing styles of eternity.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
The city sleeps in the dead of night.
The stars reveal a falling light.
The angels are sleeping at the top of the hill.
If the flash doesn't wake them then the sound
Surely will.
We rose from our beds with sleep in our eyes
And clouds overhead now blanket the skies.
The buildings and monuments are crashing to the ground
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down.
There's a nuclear reaction
to the judgement day display.
And the screaming sound ascending
to the tune of "Bomb's Away!"
Hand in hand, we'll burn alive
Like the way we feel inside.
You hold me close
and close your eyes
'Til particles of you and I collide.
We collide singing, "Bomb's Away."
Souls set free as fates are bound.
Lives once lost, in love, now found.
The city turns to ashes with these passions now full blown.
Come together, for the first time
It's the last time
That we'll ever be alone.
There's a nuclear reaction
to the judgement day display.
And the screaming sound ascending
to the tune of "Bomb's Away!"
Hand in hand, we'll burn alive
Like the way we feel inside.
You hold me close
and close your eyes
'Til particles of you and I collide.
We collide, singing:
"Bomb's Away."
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
"The Body Eclectic"
Sons and daughters of the cosmos we stand
touched together light vibrations
adherent
Space emanating consciousness
consciousness emitting space
one cause
without contradiction
Effect arises and becomes
co-creator shaper
and shaped
roiling to laws
self born
Gravity not other separate but
one side view of me you
rock the heavens
coiling together emptiness
to forms transient
moving no stopping
of the process flow exists
wonderment continual
Words but crippled leprous fingers
pointing tool only don't get lost
seeing the path as
God Journeys End Reality
Metaphors i write crafting melody
perhaps some may hear
this effort for my own progress
to i don't know where
a here now out
of the mirror
In the beginning naught
but the naught void
not even rays
clear light
no need
all is all in all
What is past present comprehension
happens none the less
human views unneeded
for genesis gnosis
that which is began
begins
omniscience fading fast
under wavelets minuscule
almost not
Bump bump cling bump bump cling
physics births itself
space time sentience
primordial wisdom
one step down up sideways in
ten directions expanding growth
nothing happening
out of the ordinary
Miracle a name for beauty
not comprehended
i you we fish elephants
star
One by one no such thing
separate a myth
invented
Oscillations stream genes
now are
before weren't
again will not be
Particles particles
ever new particles
fabricate particles
waves
Us the body eclectic
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
Though some believed that just as beauty
Space was in the eye of the beholder,
An abstract justification for human experience
Of matter and its motion,
An ancient thinker, by history called the Great,
Asserted with conviction, it simply did not exist.
Nothing was not a concept of nature
Abhorring vacuum, and all agreed.
As nothing came from nothing,
Nothing couldn’t be. Empty space
Out of consciousness’ reach.
Deprived of objects it had no purpose,
For what would its purpose be
If not that of being a place
To contain all that exists?
The mind puzzling game concocted
If space could exist independently of matter
Matter could not exist independently of space,
For where would it be?
So came another thinker questioning
‘Is space something rather than nothing?’
As indeed deprived of the object, undeniably
The place de facto would still exist.
Time passing by replaced thinkers with scientists,
Defining its nature for it to be infinite and absolute,
Existing independently of objects and the mind of the observer,
Observing its balancing force, counteracting that of gravity,
To keep things apart. Dark energy, Energy of space.
Now searching for particles to fill in the voids
To justify the dynamic and expanding quality
Of a Universe which might as well
Be a plenum.
Retracing back the steps to initial perceptions
Of inexistent space for a Cosmos filled
With fundamental particles elegantly orchestrating
The motion of all that ever was, is and will be.
All that exists, a plenum of energy.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
Neutrons, protons and electrons compose
The entirety of atoms pervading The All,
Forming bewildering matter, objects and substances,
Ranging from dust to stars, planets, galaxies,
Superclusters, organisms, oxygen and water,
Living creatures.
Neutrons and protons in turn made of quarks,
Elementary particles, indivisible, positively charged.
Deprived of a structure of their own they strongly interact,
To create one and many zillion more.
Never alone always bound
In twos and threes, sparkling composites,
Hadrons at the heart of atomic nuclei.
Quarks making us.
While electrons, together with muons and taus
Only heavier but identical, are leptons,
The most common elementary particles in our world
Offer atoms their chemical properties.
Negatively charged, indivisible, smaller there are none.
Deprived of a structure of their own they weakly interact,
Frantically moving subject to electromagnetic fields.
Leptons making us.
Quarks and Leptons in conclusion
Minuscule nature of our essence shared
With that of all that exists. No wonder,
Everything in dualism persists.
Seeking harmonic balance and elegance,
A cosmos of particles interacting in countless manners
To materialise the entirety of energy in the Universe,
Shaping it with imagination and creativity.
As stars make gold, pressurised carbon diamonds,
Thirty trillion cells a human being, a human being a thought.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 3:51 AM UTC
When ancient Greeks dwelt upon notions
Of matter and its nature, formulating philosophies
Of physics to grasp and get a glimpse at the Universe,
A single common inspired idea, bound them all in reflection:
‘Nothing comes into existence from nothing’.
There had to be eternal surviving basic elements unable
To be created or destroyed, continuously mutating to underline
Apparent change, while composing all that ever was, is
And will be. Omnificent and omnipresent in a godly manner.
Evolution laying the grounds for rare creatures
To grow into great thinkers, ponder and observe,
Empirically prove the facticity of these elements,
Philosophical atoms, scientific elementary particles.
Notes on the elegant musical score
Orchestrating the Universe, its dance and its laws.
Indivisible, matter reduced to its core
Permeating space and everything within.
This basic notion twirls in my head
Pervading my being with the awareness of its substance:
I am part of all that exists and with it,
I share my essence.
A consequent conscious feeling of unity
With the Universe, all that exists and the humankind.
A sense of inevitable peace,
While accepting to be a part of it all.
Harmonic realisation that combined we are
Nothing more and nothing less
Than the Universe becoming aware
Of Itself.
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC
There is a hum
That hears not me
But it.
The very reflection of itself
Ever present
Vibrant.
Buzzing
-It rings
A zing, to the
Past present and future
Its connected.
Reminding me to nurture,
Release.
Dont break the hum
Embrace it
So it doesnt drone on
Rather, the particles bond
Dont diffuse it
For it is music
It is The background to this rhetoric
And the catalyst serving as my outlet
Usurping my pouting fit
Cant let this be a nuissance
But rather serve me in this instance
For im set to fix
This mess thats got me in a twist
May i recognize the circumstances
That can help me ground this
Body ive been given to walk around in.
And so i hear the hum
That hears not it
So i can be here this very moment
In a blissful state
Instead of discord and dissonance.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
I don't belong to myself.
These atoms that frame
Everything that I am
Aren't even mine.
These cells don't especial
My small being.
Because they belong
To the extinguished stars.
They belong to the suns
Around which orbited
Planets of all shapes
Of all matter,
Around which orbited
Their moons.
I don't belong to myself
I belong to the
Extinguished
Heavenly bodies
Whose light probably
Still travels, wandering,
Lost without a source,
Just like human souls.
Every scintilla in my being
Belongs to the dark abyss
Of outer space, to the stars
That once shined, to the stars
That someday will,
To the creatures we'll never
Even know existed,
To the creatures that will
Never know we ever did.
I don't belong to myself,
Because the weight
Of my body is and
Forever will be
Too heavy for my soul.
-
tjr
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
I am a drop.
No, smaller than that,
I am half a drop.
Nah, even smaller,
I am a molecule.
Not yet, zoom out a bit more.
I am an atom, right?
How ‘bout a nucleus?
Proton is a better option.
Or perhaps something,
Smaller than a proton,
Or any subatomic particle?
What’s the smallest?
Is the smallest really the smallest?
May be fifty years,
Or hundred years from now, or more
Would there be a new smallest,
I think that would be me.
The ‘me’ in front of the all pervading sky
The all pervading hostility of this universe,
Or perhaps of a multiverse.
Far would be destroyed my glory,
By even a minute of such an imagination,
My blown up ego would be blown up.
Gone is my glory,
blown up is my blown up ego,
humbled am I.
Neither a king,
Nor even a slave,
who am I?
how would I know?
when would I know?
when could I perceive,
without ‘me’ at the centre?
without ‘me’ seeing ‘me’?
perhaps never,
perhaps sometime!
Am I a ‘who’?
Or am I a ‘what’?
How does it even matter
In front of all the existence?
But
What if I am the biggest?
Bigger than the mountain
Bigger than the sun
Bigger than this galaxy
Or even the universe?
What if I am the universe or the multiverse,
and kept from knowing it?
Ah! what a mystery!
Humbled am I
In front of the great mystery
Of not ‘that’ or ‘this’
But of ‘I’.
So never ask me this;
Who are you?
For I shall go silent
and never get back to you.
Or shall I ever get back to you,
what a celebration would that be?
The greatest celebration of my life,
The greatest celebration of my being.
But
What if I don’t even exist?
Or I am just this & nothing else?
May be I am a chaos,
that seems to be ordered.
May be I am an order,
that seems to be a chaos.
May be I am both.
Or may be none.
When would I know the truth?
Or may be I know the truth,
Just pretending not to know it.
May be I am the truth,
seeking out my own self.
Or a lie,
pretending to be the truth.
May be I am all that I thought,
May be I am none.
May be all I just need,
is to take a nap,
and get back to work.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
I make my home in the heart of stars
Pulled in by their massive gravity
Fiery furnace burning the core of me
Skin incinerated in a fury of white orange
Quasars spewing my light filled essence
Out in either direction
Pulsars spinning like a lighthouse
Beckoning what’s left of me
Until the black holes gobble up
What remains of my scattered particles
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Are we all just the same
Confused minds, without a name
With muddled thoughts, upon the loft
Too proud for happiness, just the same
It’s a wonder--I suppose it’s a shame,
To sit as waves reverberate
I’m of particles! I control myself
Yet can’t, it’s the question of doubt
Do I believe? Can I say without fear,
Faith will protect me, dying’s not near
You say you do, and I too hear
The biting echoes
Strumming tears
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
I am the water that trickles down your throat
With each gulp you drink into me-I satiate
I am the air your lungs breathe in and out
Filling each breath only to be expelled consistently
I am the empty space between your blinks
The lacuna that widens your range of sight
I am the sun that beats down on your
coat
Nourishing your cold bones- becoming emaciate
I am the moon pulling the ocean in and out
Mystifying your unmitigated thought
persistently
I am the matter surrounding all you
think
Which must cause you quite the horrid fright
Love breathes into life;
Without life, love dies.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Streams and some remains,
Nothing soars around this vessel,
it feels just like blood stains;
reality is just a sick game.
Invisible particles of light
that reach their critical mass;
and suddenly explode outside.
(…and suddenly burst in my mind.)
Wander across barren wastelands,
Drifting throughout burning planets.
Come to me whatever you do,
Wherever you are, come with me.
I can see through an empty soul,
carving the black pits that singe inside;
blending the coldness of your foreign heart,
your trust in me can be my demise.
Stones raining from below,
darkness surrounds my scars;
the glasses of this artificial frigate are not bullet proof.
(…the windows of my ship are not ice-static proof.)
And remain in silence,
and forever believing,
that my love is against you
and my hate is loving you.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC