revision 6.06


The Waltz of Elementary Particles

We dance to the reverberations of evolution,
waltzing on the echo of conception.
A pulse syncopated in measure,
chemistry and biology,
orchestrated by design and desire.

A dance of imagination,
celebration of a relentless genesis,
unperturbed,
unfathomable,
unwritten even in the precision of the micro
and faceless in the spectacle of the macro.

Deaf to the harmonies,
unconscious of choreography
we seek to define the indefinable,
divide the indivisible.
Hearing a cacophony where plays only a symphony,
we struggle,
out-of-step in the midst of perfection and balance.

We move with purpose inherent,
set in motion by wisdom in concert,
elaborated upon by study and belief.
And so, we have danced
from out of the cosmos
between the bedrock and belly of the ocean.
Rising from the dust of the earth,
we look up once again to the heavens.

Let us embrace our unfolding with awe,
our sweep of the centuries,
our time within time.
Let us bestow our augmentation with graceful notes,
leaving the Master, unfettered, to his pleasure,
leaving the rhythm, unhampered, to his will.



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The Waltz of Elementary Particles

We dance on the reverberations of evolution,
waltzing on the echo of conception.
A rhythm syncopated in measure,
chemistry and biology
and orchestrated by design and desire.

A dance of imagination,
celebration of a relentless genesis,
unperjured
unfathomable
unwritten even in the precision of the micro,
and faceless in the spectacle of the macro.

Deaf to the harmonies,
unconscious of choreography,
we seek to define the indefinable,
divide the indivisible.
Hearing a cacophony where plays only a symphony,
we struggle
out-of-step in the midst of perfection and balance.

We move with purpose, in spite,
set in motion by wisdom,
elaborated upon by study and belief.
And so, we have danced
from out of the cosmos,
between the bedrock and belly of the ocean,
from the dust of the earth, rising
and looking up, once again, to the heavens.

Let us . . .
Embrace our unfolding with awe,
our sweep of the centuries,
our time within time,
our augmentation bestowed with grace notes,
leaving the Master, unfettered, to His pleasure,
leaving the rhyme, unhampered, to His will.

jeanne rené   02.06