Infinite. One.
Posted: February 11th, 2011, 12:11 am
Infinity is my favorite concept. That's why I named this website Studio8 because 8 is the symbol of infinity sideways. Infinite possibilities. My absolute favorite number... 8. It's such a beautiful number, isn't it? Just to know there are infinite possibilities, that the number pi never ends. Just to know that life goes on and on and probably has gone on forever since there was no beginning and will be no end. Just like love. Love is life, infinitely expressed.
1.
Infinity divided by zero,
infinity divided by one...
these are concepts I often explore.
I love the mathematical metaphors.
2.
I've used infinite numbers
to round off equations
into a finite figures so I could
better get a grasp of them,
scribbled my heart in notes
on multiple napkins,
the backs of paper bags,
tossed out rags found in the trash,
stashed them away in boxes
piled as high as the sky is high...
infinite poems asking infinite whys,
fluent seemingly never ending tries
to determine the distance of love,
the length of it, the breadth of it,
the circumference, the illumination
of it's permanent tail, sailed from one
galaxy to the next, each heart connecting
like an investment, a gamble, a bet
it wouldn't end, the sending of my spirit
past the vast universe into the wherefore
art thous, the seeking of paths, each starshine
vast and almost impossible to comprehend
and i often send myself messages again
and again, as if when i receive them, i could
begin for just one tiny moment to spend
my entire finite inhales and exhales,
lifting veils of doubt, my shouts running
out of time, my music to the beat of a lost
rhyme seeping through wormholes into einstein
theories, always nearly getting there, but not
quite nearly, never quite reaching the destination
because there is none, really, and so I feel my way
around, a blind woman with a cane too short to reach
the infinite space I attempt to track and trace between
one heartbeat and the next, tapping out text on the
infinite surface of the back of my mind's eye and i
cannot see, i'm masked, i'm crashing into the center
of the atom, the sun being a vast expansion of a nuclei,
and oh god how i wish i could touch the surface of the moon,
place my fingers on saturn's rings, dream the infinite dream
of awakening.... take the vacant stares and turn them into light,
invite the purpose of it all into connecting starlit constellations,
until orion's belt envelopes me and i can see again all the possibilities
in plain view, all love encompassed, all trust surfacing on a mobius strip
plane, the tip of my vanity raining down until it disappears entirely to become
a grain of sand won by the beach, so hand in hand we could reach
the infinite wonder of dreams,
beams of light so tight inside our irises,
wise to the connection between beings,
enlightened with the orbit of each of our
individual solar systems, each being the
center of theirs surrounded by loved ones,
each being being infinitely humanly connected,
each being being one because we all are all one,
you know, we all are all one, infinitely one,
and so i thank you for the inspiration, take my place
here at the station, awed by the creation of it all,
awed by the evolution of spirits combined,
entwined in unity, free to be complete,
infinitely sweet like a nectarine, succulent
as a peach.... please tell me please how
i can teach infinity? how i can learn its methods,
its ways! please tell me how i can succumb
to the oneness of infinite purpose! please tell me
where to turn when the infinite path is spurned onto
another unexpected route! I turn my shout into a whisper
now... hushhhhhhh.... hushhhhh.... I feel the infinite
rush of such truths begin to soar and more than that
i am sure i am meant to be saying every word i say
while daylight plays on the horizon like a painting
made by the hand of the universe itself, watercolor
dreams, infinitely dripped and seamed together
just as they're supposed to be.
just as they're supposed to be.
infinitely.
infinitely.
One.
1.
Infinity divided by zero,
infinity divided by one...
these are concepts I often explore.
I love the mathematical metaphors.
2.
I've used infinite numbers
to round off equations
into a finite figures so I could
better get a grasp of them,
scribbled my heart in notes
on multiple napkins,
the backs of paper bags,
tossed out rags found in the trash,
stashed them away in boxes
piled as high as the sky is high...
infinite poems asking infinite whys,
fluent seemingly never ending tries
to determine the distance of love,
the length of it, the breadth of it,
the circumference, the illumination
of it's permanent tail, sailed from one
galaxy to the next, each heart connecting
like an investment, a gamble, a bet
it wouldn't end, the sending of my spirit
past the vast universe into the wherefore
art thous, the seeking of paths, each starshine
vast and almost impossible to comprehend
and i often send myself messages again
and again, as if when i receive them, i could
begin for just one tiny moment to spend
my entire finite inhales and exhales,
lifting veils of doubt, my shouts running
out of time, my music to the beat of a lost
rhyme seeping through wormholes into einstein
theories, always nearly getting there, but not
quite nearly, never quite reaching the destination
because there is none, really, and so I feel my way
around, a blind woman with a cane too short to reach
the infinite space I attempt to track and trace between
one heartbeat and the next, tapping out text on the
infinite surface of the back of my mind's eye and i
cannot see, i'm masked, i'm crashing into the center
of the atom, the sun being a vast expansion of a nuclei,
and oh god how i wish i could touch the surface of the moon,
place my fingers on saturn's rings, dream the infinite dream
of awakening.... take the vacant stares and turn them into light,
invite the purpose of it all into connecting starlit constellations,
until orion's belt envelopes me and i can see again all the possibilities
in plain view, all love encompassed, all trust surfacing on a mobius strip
plane, the tip of my vanity raining down until it disappears entirely to become
a grain of sand won by the beach, so hand in hand we could reach
the infinite wonder of dreams,
beams of light so tight inside our irises,
wise to the connection between beings,
enlightened with the orbit of each of our
individual solar systems, each being the
center of theirs surrounded by loved ones,
each being being infinitely humanly connected,
each being being one because we all are all one,
you know, we all are all one, infinitely one,
and so i thank you for the inspiration, take my place
here at the station, awed by the creation of it all,
awed by the evolution of spirits combined,
entwined in unity, free to be complete,
infinitely sweet like a nectarine, succulent
as a peach.... please tell me please how
i can teach infinity? how i can learn its methods,
its ways! please tell me how i can succumb
to the oneness of infinite purpose! please tell me
where to turn when the infinite path is spurned onto
another unexpected route! I turn my shout into a whisper
now... hushhhhhhh.... hushhhhh.... I feel the infinite
rush of such truths begin to soar and more than that
i am sure i am meant to be saying every word i say
while daylight plays on the horizon like a painting
made by the hand of the universe itself, watercolor
dreams, infinitely dripped and seamed together
just as they're supposed to be.
just as they're supposed to be.
infinitely.
infinitely.
One.
couldn't stop!