THE MAGIC OF EXISTENCE

 

Philosophical Poetry

By Nadeem Haque, (Oct. – Nov. 2008)

2^nd Collection

 

 

 

JMB: JESUS, MUHAMMED AND BUDDHA

 

 

JMB were a brotherhood of single mind, one and the same

 

Do you doubt this? Investigate their claim:

 

They focused on God, the Kind, the Formless, the One Absolute

 

To realize this, dig to the root

 

Their one eternal religion effuses deep meaning:

 

Un-cling from your clinging, and cling to the state of always Un-clinging

 

 

 

 

 

WATER, LIGHT AND DUST

 

 

You are created from water, but do not drown in a sea of desires;

 

swim to the shore that is a refuge for wisdom

 

 

You are created from light, but do not be blinded by its resplendence;

 

let it illuminate your pathway to the truth

 

 

You are created from dust, but do not let it cloud your eyes from reality;

 

let it keep you humble as a reminder of your ultimate nascence and

 

earthly destiny

 

 

You are created of this finite constitution; letting yourself always remember

 

its purpose, will you never ever  be lead astray

 

 

 

 

 

FROM EDEN TO ETERNITY

 

 

A Celestial Chief on Empyrean High

 

Reflected on something under the sky:

 

“I’d like to tell you if I can

 

Of a curious creature, this thing called ‘Man’

 

Conflicted between whispers of Saint and Devil

 

From Eden to Eternity shall his-story unravel

 

Will he choose being foremost, in deed?

 

Or will he face the roast, and plead?

 

Which chord of life’s spectrum,

 

Will he pick to ply his plectrum?

 

He hasn’t time to lose, he has to decide

 

For death’s noose dangles by his side!”

 

 

 

 

 

UNCAPTURABLE ARROWS

 

What is life but a play of light on shadows

 

Time flies uncapturably as do the arrows

 

It won’t be long, before we’re gone

 

As if we never existed

 

The play is done, the script is written, and in it we were listed

 

 

 

 

 

DISNEYLAND BY DEGREES

 

 

Most of us live in a Disneyland by degrees

 

We do not see the forest, just the trees

 

In Disneyland illusions are a spiel

 

In the real world illusions become real

 

If you know the secret of the universe

 

Space-time is merely a quantum traverse

 

This is about the hereafter

 

And is certainly no laughing matter

 

If you end up in the wrong house

 

Say goodbye to Mickey Mouse!

 

 

 

 

 

THE INFINITE JOURNEY

 

 

You are not a finite entity

 

You were created for eternity

 

To pass from phase to phase

 

 

I know that life can be tough

 

Quite often the going rough

 

Lost and perplexed in a maze

 

So pack your bags for your needs

 

They must contain only good deeds

 

The journey’s infinite to amaze

 

 

 

 

 

 

PARITY

 

 

Parity governs the universe

 

So says the Quran in verse

 

Two halves make a whole

 

From the subatomic to the soul

 

Nature’s complementarity

 

Is but another name for functionality

 

When the message arrives from the Source

 

How can discrimination be the course?

 

A well-integrated system of  belief

 

Cannot possibly cause the human pair grief?

 

Such a flaccid insinuation

 

Arises from merely delusion

 

If you’re not rooted on nature’s foundation

 

Even proofs, by wayside, fall under sheer exasperation

 

Those who are anti-uncouth

 

Would look much deeper to know the truth

 

 

 

 

 

AN APOLOGY TO NATURE

 

If I could I would my human identity renounce

But entombed in this cage of cells I cannot this trounce

Disaffected because of what we have undone

So much good for greed has been callously shun

So on behalf of all humans I deeply apologize

O Nature! Sufferance portrays you loftier in mine eyes
 

 

 

THE CONSERVATION OF PERFECT JUSTICE

 

The conservation of energy

 

Is like the conservation of justice

 

From an event they both dissipate

 

Though we cannot trace

 

Their ultimate distributions in space

 

The record shall remain

 

Nothing goes down the drain

 

The information’s never lost

 

Life’s not a thing to be tossed

 

Perfect justice is conserved

 

As the knowledgeable have observed

 

The space of the One

 

Is what no one can outrun

 

 

 

 

 

CREATED FOR  HONESTY

 

You were created solely for honesty

 

But now you have nothing but travesty

 

Your material obsessions have failed you to be

 

Blinded by avarice, you cannot even see

 

In gaining the world your Self’s been hurled

 

Retrieve it, were you even to lose the world

 

 

 

 

 

FROM IT TO MICROBIT

Sorry if I'll sound like Dr. Seuss

For which I'm ready for verbal abuse

But pray sit with me for a while

And listen to my questions, be they crazy in style

My questions pertain to the Big-Bang origin

I'm very impatient so let me begin:

If the IT was initially split and from the IT came the microbit

What hit the IT to split into the microbit?

You’ll have to admit that there are only two to commit

For only two such possibilities does logicality permit:

A Wit and a non-wit

Let us therefore see which one sits and which has its obit writ:

If the hitter was a non-wit,

What caused the non-wit to hit the IT to split into the microbit?

What broke the cosmic zit, what I call the original IT?

For a non-wit cannot hit on its own volition

This does logicality clearly prohibit

To wit: Did another non-wit hit the first non-wit that hit the IT?

If so, then what hit the second non-wit? A third non-wit?

And so the chain of non-wits would go on forever without a limit

Leaving the IT on top of the pit for duration infinite

Waiting forever for the non-wit to arise from the bottomless pit

To hit the IT and split into the microbit

If this be the non-wit’s baseless base

It certainly has no starting case

Which leaves us to consider the remaining Wit

If the Wit hit the IT to split into the microbit

If it was indeed the Wit that lit the fuse that smit the IT

Then this would indeed be legit with my wit.

I hope that you’re not in a fit

If you’ve survived thus far, you’ve got true grit

For this is not just a flit of a twit

What pure logicality has lit, none can ever omit

Of how the cosmic fabric knit its skit

Henceforth, let it be writ, as would befit the spirit:

That the Wit hit the IT to split into the microbit

 

See the book: From Microbits to Everything…Volume 2, by Nadeem Haque and M. Muslim, for a technical exposition of the new “Origin-Force Proof of the Existence of God”.

Here is decoding of the words for this poem:

IT = When all galaxies etc. were compressed to a small region about 15 billion years ago.

Split = the Big Bang

Microbit = the first particle that was produced out of the Big Bang as posited by M. Muslim and Nadeem Haque, out of which all particles, forces, matter and energy are comprised.

Wit = God (an animate or conscious force)

Non-wit = an inanimate force

Now that you know these meanings, re-read the poem!

 

 

 

 

THE PEARL

 

Beneath layered depths of an emerald ocean

 

Lies a glittering pearl defying human imagination

 

Would you like to really see

 

Would you like to possessor be

 

Of this eternally precious gem?

 

If so, then follow my stratagem:

 

Beneath the surface of the crystal hue

 

Dive for a fathom the pearl to purview

 

Hidden under the false ocean of desires

 

Lies the entity to which one aspires

 

For the pearl that exists in this denizen deep

 

Is Pure Nature -- yours to keep

 

 

 

 

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