As life formation began in space, with theory of relativity to put it all in place From Mercury to Neptune, in opposite ways Running circles in an endless race As each has a separate phase Of various states, weights, and rates More like siblings, relatives, and mates Grounded by the holy Sun’s grace; With a Moon celebrating Earth’s face Inspiring the night as it sings and plays To evoke the essence of all Earth’s waves Like emotions, weathers, nights and days The family of space recites all fates abiding to the law of time and dates As space history to time relates In the Milky Way of our Earth’s case
Poetry by Farah A.Y
I will share my belief on what a space family is:
Since the Sun of our Solar system is the source of life, the igniter, the stabilizing force of life. in other words, the father of our solar system, it is the light that we are in constant need of reaching, and achieving throughout our life’s endeavors. This has been the case since ancient philosophies and civilizations; stating that the Sun is the source of life, a Devine power—a deity.
Earth is not a lonely planet. Earth has siblings, and relatives. There is a whole history (tree) of planetary family in the vast space.
The moon is equivalent to the mother figure. A source of inspiration, that stirs up the essence of life’s waves, causing change, birth and rebirth. The moon is the mother of our earth; she watches over the earth at night, and she controls the Earth’s cries through its influence on sea and ocean tides.
The other planets surrounding the Earth are important in keeping each other in balance. As siblings proving support for one another.
The story of our Universe is the story of our lives. We are only replicating the stories decoded in our genes out into our visible world . We are designed to do it in that sense. Besides the Darwinian Theory, which adds to making us social beings.
I thought I was still good at stretching down my legs, to their maximum capacity. I know I could when I was around the age of eight. But, not any more. It has certainly advanced, well, into a mental stretch that takes in the form of a spin. It no longer involves my body, only my mind. And, I kept feeding into this quality, many different things. I say things; because they are indeed, only just things.
This baseline of my experience is the pole that sets the stage for my mental dance. Like a Ballerina who is anxiously happy during the continuous clapping of an audience over her victory. Or, in the way a piece of chocolate dissolves so sweetly in my mouth, while my tongue cradles this sweet taste. For when the piece is there, it only requires me to situate it correctly.
And in between every other hour, life destroys that flavor. It isn’t really life, but it’s what makes life, life. Which diminishes the sweetness eventually. That is, mostly to do with, other worldly rotations taking place in the form of becoming, or in the process of walking down the path of familiarity; a road often taken, but very little understood.
In some mornings, reality is as atrocious as feeling suspended from the motion of life, of existence, and of the circulation of the biological forces within the body. Leaving it to reality to make it up for the mind; for why should we spin along the rotation of our earth (unconsciously) while mentally spinning in our heads (consciously and unconsciously), is not always a helpful thing?’
Aren’t we but thoughts roaming around on this earth? Aren’t we made of lessons, experiences, and especially of feelings—to formalize and color such findings?
In other mornings, the mental spins of others are louder than the sound of one’s own breath. So much so that it infests like a spider’s web—that builds up slowly, yet orderly and tightly into each of our tranquil streams. As for me, when my siege gets broken, its scattered pieces become painful pins thrown at me and against my own will.
The only consistent aspect of it all is that we are but a bundle of a spinning life, a rotation within another rotation. In an endless loop of spinning thoughts. This mixture is vital for generating us with potentials that result from chaos and order. It is a never-ending process of rediscovering the question of ‘what could happen next?’
Throughout the nights, the mind is at refuge—peaceful but unpromising. hopeful, but undeniable of its long day of loss, joy, or trouble. But, what difference does it make when the night approaches? As the earth will still spin, and the dynamic of life will continue on. We must permit ourselves to blend in with ourselves first, colorfully, then apply that to our understandings of the complexity in both chaos and order. Also, by letting the infusion of these colliding forces set in, so that we could beget the brushes needed for our painted spins, and to submit to our inner life which is obeyed by the outer forces of life.
There is light to music But a different kind of beam One that travels thoroughly Twixt varied stages theme Some songs sound so holy Others flow like stream From past ages they traveled Through time in an endless team Like Rock, Electronic, and Classic Long live such ageless dream
We chased childhood dreams around And above a rounding ground It rained and we screamed so loud As we thought we sat on a cloud One that felt like a flying playground Which carried us in and out Along the moving earth’s round And when we finally touched the ground It was only then allowed To sing with a loving sound The unforgettable time we had
Once upon a story In a sunny summer’s day I came upon a scenery Of grass and stone As each gave the other A solid ground to hone The grass was the mother To the stones it borne I saw a stairway to profundity With two ways shown One to the road of wonder The other to the ordinary way I felt a relief to surrender When my senses pondered a play