Energy pulsing around throughout,
Pushing, pulling, in and out,
Never ending, with no start
The world around us hums along.
High-pitched frenzy
Low-pitch mellow,
Everything is moving
But we can’t always tell.
Vibration’s frequency
Comes slow or fast
Letting matter
Sustain its mass.
Continuous movement
It never dies,
Only changes
Its creative formation.
jgavinallan
/ July 16, 2011Gayle:
I felt the atmosphere of…a scifi movie…with electrical bursts and deadly rays flying about…
so scientific…hugs
Jaye
Bodhirose
/ July 16, 2011Yes, it’s a bit scientific. Energy is all around us emitting from every object. Interesting isn’t it!
booguloo
/ July 16, 2011A nice reminder to stop and smell the roses and appreciate the beauty around us.
Bodhirose
/ July 16, 2011Thank you, Michael.
ALIVE aLwaYz
/ July 16, 2011Energy never dies, it just jaunts from one form to another, that’s quite nicely depicted!
Bodhirose
/ July 16, 2011Exactly right.
Thanks for the nice comment!
Jamie Dedes
/ July 25, 2011In a sense all is undying. Everything just reinvents. Wonderful poem, Gayle. Good points made. I like it.
Blessings …
Bodhirose
/ July 25, 2011I agree–interesting isn’t it. Many thanks as always, Jamie.
Inside the Mind of Isadora
/ July 29, 2011Nicely done, Gayle.
Namaste,
Izzy
Bodhirose
/ July 29, 2011Thanks very much, Izzy.
Namaste,
Gayle
Bupinder Singh
/ September 11, 2011good, u put in simple and sweet.
Bodhirose
/ September 11, 2011Thanks, Bupinder.
wordcoaster
/ September 11, 2011Science and art married nicely in this one–I approve :)
Bodhirose
/ September 11, 2011Thank you–so glad you approve of this. :)
Julian Javier
/ September 11, 2011we see Yggdrassil everyday and we don’t even know it.
i love the serenity this poem brings to me when I read it.
here’s my entry
http://crimsoncorvus.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/the-eyes-of-fire/
Bodhirose
/ September 11, 2011That’s one way of perceiving this. I’m glad it brought you some serenity, Julian–it did me too. Thanks for your link.
Sarah Johnston
/ September 11, 2011A little science and beauty of the arts mixed into one very nicely done
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/08/the-crimson-witch/
Bodhirose
/ September 11, 2011Thanks so much, Sarah.
California Ink in Motion
/ September 11, 2011The words of this poem is right up my alley! I agree with energy cannot be destroyed, it can be transformed. I believe this is a bit of Einstein. Loved the theme and style of this poem! Like the Kirlian suggestive photograph of the leaf.
Bodhirose
/ September 11, 2011Mine too–a blend of Eastern philosophy that states that nothing really dies and science. And yes, the Kirlian (aura) photo that shows that everything has energy emanating from it. It’s so cool isn’t it.
So happy that this resonated with you. :)
tenraikenshin
/ September 12, 2011Awesome! It’s a quiet reminder that everything is always moving and changing, so nothing is ever the same. how easily we can miss it…
The Orange Tree
/ September 12, 2011very sharp reflections.
tigerbrite
/ September 12, 2011It’s true. Energy is never lost, simply exchanged. And we are not solid but a vibrating mass of manifested energy.
Bodhirose
/ September 14, 2011Absolutely true–so interesting isn’t it?!
Peggy Nolan
/ September 12, 2011Very nice. Love the energy and vibration of the piece!
Bodhirose
/ September 14, 2011How appropriate is your comment–thank you!
Nefarious X
/ September 13, 2011This was an interesting poem.
the opening rhyme had a nice flow,
I found myself waiting for another rhyming pattern.
This was my favorite part
“High-pitched frenzy
Low-pitch mellow,”
Good work.
Bodhirose
/ September 14, 2011Thank you–my rhymes seem to come and go! I appreciate your compliment.
caridwen
/ September 13, 2011I like this – it describes the concept of akasha perfectly. :o)
Bodhirose
/ September 14, 2011Yes, so very true. :)
The Cello String
/ September 14, 2011elegant word flow.
Bodhirose
/ September 14, 2011Why thank you! :)
expatinCAT
/ September 15, 2011Your poem does an excellent job of transmitting the energy you describe. // Peter.
Bodhirose
/ September 15, 2011That’s so kind of you to say, Peter–thank you.
Gayle ~