Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg*
explodes at the moment
of the creation; the shell dance
disintegrates at the inter-nexus
between the melody and the voice
vibrating the magpie out
of its twig-laden nest and into
shook-feathered flight as it rolls
upon the breeze riffling
by the sun-hyacinth lake
where the cailín’s cornflower
blue eyes invites and ignites
the buachall’s lips to lust.
And both long for the spaces
beyond where the magpie shell
shatters and the sun-golden
yoke binds emeralds and rubies,
sapphires and passion-purples,
into a glow of radiating colour;
and they know what is known
only when the artist and poet,
cosmic physicist and contemplative
monk stand together observing
the magpie in empyrean flight above
the diamond-sparkle waters, as it
stipples upon an eternal canvas
that knows not when it began,
nor when it ends.
*Georges Henri Joseph Édouard Lemaître, was a Belgian Catholic Priest, astronomer and professor of physics at the Catholic University of Leuven. Lemaître proposed what became known as the Big Bang theory of the origin of the universe, which he called his "hypothesis of the primeval atom" or the "Cosmic Egg".
cailín: girl; buachall: boy (Irish).
Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
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Oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
of the word being made into flesh
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Re: Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
thank you for sharing
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anny
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Thanks Anny
Hope you liked it...
and meant something to you
Hope you liked it...
and meant something to you
Oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
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Re: Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
Look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste your time on me
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste your time on me
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)
SOME PEOPLE NEVER GO CRAZY.
WHAT TRULY HORRIBLE LIVES
THEY MUST LEAD
WHAT TRULY HORRIBLE LIVES
THEY MUST LEAD
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Re: Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
solong,
not sure if that is a quote or one of your own pieces, but I think you got the spirit of my poem....
not sure if that is a quote or one of your own pieces, but I think you got the spirit of my poem....
Oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
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Re: Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtx4ZJ1cwI0
Lyrics
The mystery man came over
And he said I'm outta sight
He said for a nominal service charge
I could reach nirvana tonight
If I was ready, willing and able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
And devote his attention to me
But I said look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me
The mystery man got nervous and he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
And he whipped out a shaving kit
Now I thought it was a razor
And a can of foaming goo
But he told me right then when the top popped open
There was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of aphrodite, and the dust of the grand wazoo
He said you might not believe this, little fella
But it'll cure your asthma too
And I said look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me
(Don't waste your time)
I've got troubles of my own, I said
And you can't help me out
So, take your meditations and your preparations
And ram it up your snout
But I got the crystal ball, he said
And held it to the light
So I snatched it, all away from him
And I showed him how to do it right
I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
So I looked like I was deep
I said some mumbo-jumbo, then
I told him he was going to sleep
I robbed his rings and pocketwatch
And everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future, then
As long as he was hanging around
I said the price of meat has just gone up
And your old lady has just gone down
Look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste your time on me
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)
Songwriters: Frank Zappa
Lyrics
The mystery man came over
And he said I'm outta sight
He said for a nominal service charge
I could reach nirvana tonight
If I was ready, willing and able
To pay him his regular fee
He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
And devote his attention to me
But I said look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me
The mystery man got nervous and he fidget around a bit
He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
And he whipped out a shaving kit
Now I thought it was a razor
And a can of foaming goo
But he told me right then when the top popped open
There was nothin' his box won't do
With the oil of aphrodite, and the dust of the grand wazoo
He said you might not believe this, little fella
But it'll cure your asthma too
And I said look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?
Look here brother, don't waste your time on me
(Don't waste your time)
I've got troubles of my own, I said
And you can't help me out
So, take your meditations and your preparations
And ram it up your snout
But I got the crystal ball, he said
And held it to the light
So I snatched it, all away from him
And I showed him how to do it right
I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
So I looked like I was deep
I said some mumbo-jumbo, then
I told him he was going to sleep
I robbed his rings and pocketwatch
And everything else I found
I had that sucker hypnotized
He couldn't even make a sound
I proceeded to tell him his future, then
As long as he was hanging around
I said the price of meat has just gone up
And your old lady has just gone down
Look here brother
Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
So, don't waste your time on me
Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)
Songwriters: Frank Zappa
SOME PEOPLE NEVER GO CRAZY.
WHAT TRULY HORRIBLE LIVES
THEY MUST LEAD
WHAT TRULY HORRIBLE LIVES
THEY MUST LEAD
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Re: Father Lemaitre’s Cosmic Egg
the mighty zap of Zappa
Oh bless the continuous stutter
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-
of the word being made into flesh
-The Window-