I remind my Self -
“Our Self reflections
patiently carve
our way
along the initiatory river of life.”
I read -
Over two thousand years ago,
Cantor argued that Aristotle
was making a distinction,
that in truth the potentially infinite
has only a borrowed reality –
the potentially infinite is,
always, connected to
a prior existing, infinite, potential.
I recall -
Before he died in 1037,
mathematician Abu Ali ibn Sina
wrote The Book of Healing.
He wrote -
God is infinite intelligence,
so it is a crucial human activity to gain knowledge,
to understand the intelligibles,
which determine fate,
of the rational soul, in the hereafter.
I write -
The art of receptivity is a bracelet of consciousness,
soul-beads, linked, together-moments,
like prayer-beads forged in the glass of awareness.
Created with love to be touched,
each bead’s radiance is its unique gift to this world -
liquid-jeweled light-forged by fire,
given freely in inspiration with no attachment.
I read -
In 1584 Giordano Bruno
wrote a book on the infinite universe and the worlds.
The Catholic Inquisition tortured him nine years,
so he would agree the universe is finite.
He refused attempts to change his views,
so he was burned at the stake, fired for his ideas.
I write -
Soul is beautiful -
glass-like coloured-light
passing through our fingers
each bead of time.
We are never alone,
the time-light of our soul
reminds our inner Self
that each moment passes
through our life
accompanied in the eternal
embrace of sunlight and moonlight.
I feel -
Light and love if judged have imperfections,
so why bother judging
the quality of light in sunrises and sunsets -
the outer form
that light takes
is only one aspect of its colour.
The larger whole body of light
is experience
not always visible
to the naked eye.
One person sees the sun decreasing,
it's setting is the fall of light dying -
another person, in another part of the world,
sees the sun increasing,
it's rise is the ascent of light birthing.
I read -
In the seventh century a mathematician in India,
Bhaskasa II wrote in the Bijaganita -
“A quantity divided by zero becomes a fraction,
the denominator of which is zero.
This fraction is termed an infinite quantity.
In this quantity consisting of
that which has zero for its advisor,
there is no alteration,
though many may be inserted or extracted;
as no change takes place
in the infinite
and immutable God when worlds are created
or destroyed,
though numerous orders of beings
are absorbed
or put forth.”
I remember -
In the year two thousand an old man in Brazil
lay his hands on his heart and whispered –
each person counts,
each person matters,
we are our extremes
and everything in between.
I muse -
I challenge my Self to practice new equations,
live in my heart’s marvelous dimensions.
Experience is created
never only from a single facet
of our jewel’s perfection –
our aspects contain our flaws born of pressure,
our stresses from forming over time -
each part of our experience
adds to the sum of our whole,
in all our parts exist our soul.
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Alexander Solzhenitsyn 1970 Nobel Prize acceptance speech;
“Not everything has a name,
~~ Other People's Fingerprints ~~
Alexander Solzhenitsyn 1970 Nobel Prize acceptance speech;
“Not everything has a name,
some things lead us into a realm beyond words …
to revelations unattainable by reason.
It is like that small mirror in fairy tales –
and what you see is not yourself;
for an instant you glimpse the Inaccessible,
where no magic carpet can take you.
And the soul cries out for it.”
