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[ NASA/Apollo 17 crew;photo taken by either Harrison Schmitt or Ron Evans 1972(Public domain)]
How old am I to a
Cat, cockroach or
Sequoia, how old?
How old is the universe
To me? Yes, I begin
To see we all share
An infinitely expanding
Moment --what is and
Will ever be all life,
Time, space, you, me.
It is a nursery.
A nursery.
Profound. I am looking at our Hubble framed prints and see where it happens.
ReplyDeleteGeo.May 5, 2022 at 9:47 PM
DeleteDeep indeed, dear Susan. What sort of mystery creates within itself creatures bent upon solving it? I trust Hubble will continue to transmit.
And we are fodder, or maybe mulch, for the future. At least that's how I choose to look at it. All those things I could have been, choices I didn't make, things I should have done and didn't. I leave those, giving them back. I'm fine with being an iteration of carbon. My kids love me, or at least tolerate me. lol.
ReplyDeleteI hope the same is true for most.
Thanks, Geo.
Dear Mike, You've accomplished so much in practice, helping others back to health and whatever they make of it, love, learning, living etc., and at the cost and courage of sometimes seeing irreparable hurts. Your role in this enigma relies on strengths not yet fully defined, and love
DeleteThe universe is and will remain a big mystery despite Nasa'a fascinating explorations. We are but tiny, insignificant dots in this Infinity.
ReplyDeleteDear Duta, yes, Universe will always remain a mystery. It is, as the Latin phrase describes, "one word" . That "word", what scripture calls "Logos", may have consisted of quantum waves --frequencies that cannot be reduced-- behaving as subatomic particles, colliding to compose you, me and everything there is. "Tiny" is never insignificant, nor is any irreducible thing.
DeleteI think we all can learn from the old trees, who have lived so long. I'm just back from a few days in the towering Redwoods and as always feel calm and rejuvenated. They reach for the light.
ReplyDeleteDear Tom, they do indeed reach for the light --setting a good example for all life-forms, possibly excepting nocturnal ones who equate sunrise with bedtime. I have done both over the years but always feel the light.
DeleteTime, when you relate it to other beings, is such a relative thing. Our dog in September will be with us for such a short time to us, but over half her life, and yet, she is entering (arguably) the last third of her life. I have recently begun searching for old milk crates and bottles from my grandfather's dairy that burned down in the late 70's. A rare find, clearly, as everything in the dairy was destroyed... even rare to find in that most of it would be 50ish years old, and breakable. Yet here I stad, nearly 50 years old, with a thousand cracks, still standing strong.
ReplyDeleteDear Juli, For our beloved pets --and for ourselves-- there are few sights so tragic as a ruined dairy. I grew up near a dairy --since scraped away by bulldozers back to prairie circled by realtors and developers. I hear their leathery wings flapping in the night-- I am in my 70s but understand the 1000 cracks from my 50s, however, with care (medically and personally determined) I too am still on my feet. You be too!
DeleteI value the opinions of sequoias, and probably cats and why not cockroaches too. Also this reminds me of my youngest granddaughter's admiring summation of age: 'I am big, Granma, but you are freaking huge.' Ah, like a sequoia :-)
ReplyDeleteDear Lisa. I delight in your grandaughter's observation! She feels part in sharing the enigmatic expanding universal moment containing you, her, family, love, all of us --and history of tremendous celestial operations, also "freaking huge".
DeleteA rare and precious nursery, Geo! I've been thinking a lot about time in recent days. When did it start? When does it end? If time started 13.75 billion years ago, why did something come out of nothing and no time at a particular moment? I have no answers, other than we can construct events following events since the Big Bang, and we can assign the events relatives times, and increasing, more closely defined times. But do these questions even matter beyond the days of out own existence? I do know this: if we don't start taking better care of our beautiful and rare nursery, time may very well run out for us humans. Have a good week, my friend!
ReplyDeleteDear Louise, A moment is composed of physical laws that I don't yet understand. My guess is that all life that is, is to come and has come before is part of a single moment of infinite expansion. Each irreducible quantum individual of its content moves within that moment, impelled by compatible quanta, into the composition of the universe from tiniest to most tremendous operations. Our own existence shares that universal moment with all before and after, everything that is. We all push through it as best we can. I do not think the universe rids itself of what is useful.
DeleteThis one has a sweet, lyrical feel to it. I think it'd make a nice lullaby, Geo. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you, friend.
Dear friend Robyn, hugs appreciated and reciprocated. Poem was meant to help me understand something that's happening to me physically. Current pacemaker was installed 9 years ago with 10-ish year lithium battery. Lately it's been beeping for replacement in a frequency only Norma can hear, then generates warning spasms in my left pectoral like Lilliputians trying to kick their way out of my chest. Cardiologist has no opening for 2 months. I'm tempted to dispair, but when a beautiful woman sends me a "Bravo", I gladly go on. Thanks.
DeleteI hope that you are doing okay, Geo! Just thinking of you and Norma and checking in.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dear Louise. We're doing our best ...well, Norma is.
DeleteYou have a real gem in Norma, Geo. I hope that your head is still on your shoulders! 😱 ❤️
DeleteYes!
ReplyDeleteThanks Annie B. Yes is one of my favorite words.
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