Season's Greetings to you all

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Hi All, & Fran,

 

Season's Greetings to you all. [Please keep any personal replies to this

OFF-LIST, i.e. to my personal email address]

 

I will be taking life easier in 2009. I had three stents inserted some days ago

for exercise-induced angina due to severe narrowing of the left coronary

arteries. Thank God, there was no myocardial damage. I must have two

more stents inserted on the right side in January.

 

Nice one, Fran. See this:

 

AT ONE

Electrons busy in their spins; bright stars whose light deceives;

great mangroves and small mustard seeds; the sobbing child who grieves

the quenching of her sunbeam and its dancing silver motes;

composer straining to combine undreamed of themes and notes:

at one with the Universe.

 

Brown bodies on soft tiger-skin in brothel for the rich;

soft dusk-light stroking pearls of sweat, sweet mounting tickle-itch.

Entangled limbs, pink darting tongues and heaving hips unite

beyond the point of no return, releasing pulsed delight:

at one with the Universe.

 

Foetus dozing in warm fluid, unknowing of life's pains;

ten perfect fingers, tiny nails, thick; throbbing; vital veins;

soft rhythmic thump of swollen mother's heartbeat in its ears;

the unborn certainty of death, yet primal need to be:

at one with the Universe.

 

Blind imbecile with vacant smile; dull mournful booming bell;

dark nomad in a sandblown tent; pale hermit in stone cell;

old Daisy cudding dreamily as skilled hands draw her teats;

black queen in heat; red setter set; plump pheasant in the wheat;

at one with the Universe.

 

Fat salmon in the crystal stream focus of torch and spear;

sly poacher, hidden but observed by gamekeeper and deer;

slate mussels in their rocky beds; harsh caw of homing crow;

weary surgeon in a blood-stained gown; wise shepherd and sick ewe:

at one with the Universe.

 

Encased in steel and plastic, hurtling down N-four,

with needle at the 90-mark, his right foot hit the floor.

He failed to see the stallion clear the fence around the turn

to flee the hungry horse-flies and their piercing, stinging burn:

at one with the Universe.

 

Creator's mind, Creator's power allows the game to grow.

The Yang, the Yin, the hot, the cold, the love and hate below

gets meaning from its opposite without which there is nought

but the knowledge that it all is real and fitting with what ought:

at one with the Universe.

 

Way out among the distant stars, or hidden in a quark,

or in the pure song of the lark, or in the deeds of dark,

or in the thunder and the rain, or in the desert dry,

or in the fission of the bomb, or in the human cry,

or in the slowly rotting leaf that births a giant tree,

or in the Intel micro-chip, or in the depths of me,

mc squared equals E! I kneel and adore THE E:

at one with the Universe!

 

(Energy = Mass times the square of the speed of light; Einstein's equation

proposes that energy and substance are interchangeable and that energy is

neither created nor destroyed, thus infinite, one of the attributes of God.

Some see God as Energy)

 

Have a great year in 2009,