Ultimate Complexity

"The Universe as we know, began in almost absolute simplicity, and it has been getting more complex for about fifteen billion years. In another billion years it will be still more complex than it is now. In a billion years-- It is always getting more complex. It is moving toward...something. It is moving toward some kind of ultimate complexity. We might not get there. An atom of hydrogen might not get there, or a leaf, or a man, or a planet might not get here, to that ultimate complexity. But we are all moving towards it--everything in the universe is moving towards it. And that final complexity, that thing we are all moving to, is what I choose to call God.

If you don't like the word God, call it Ultimate Complexity. Whatever you call it, the whole universe is moving towards it. "

-Gregory David Roberts Shantaram.

Don't just stare at me, come take a dive.
Don't just wonder of my depth, come look.
Don't just ponder on your thoughts making poetry,
Instead soak your feet and taste me...

For I have been flowing through this town long before
Your Grandfather sat on the banks and counted his quarters.

I wont hurt you. Come play with me,
I gleam, I shine, I quench.
I am the River that has been flowing
Through your town
Even when James counted his Quarters.

-Nisha Balani
August 2009

Not Waving But Drowning- Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Come to me

I long for you
Even though I touched you not too long ago...

I crave for your smell
Even though I was aroused by your aura

I seek for your glare
Even though you lay your eyes on me for more than I expected....

I sit here
Wanting you a little more each day
I wait patiently
For I know you will come to me....

Lilith

Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told
(The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)
That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive,
And her enchanted hair was the first gold.
And still she sits, young while the earth is old,
And, subtly of herself contemplative,
Draws men to watch the bright web she can weave,
Till heart and body and life are in its hold.
The rose and poppy are her flower; for where
Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent
And soft-shed kisses and soft sleep shall snare?
Lo! As that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went
Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent
And round his heart one strangling golden hair.

-Roseetti