Institute of Reflection

The virtual Agora for Occidental Meditation – A Tool for Clearer Thinking, Emotional Balance and a Rounded Perspective
by <a href="https://instituteofreflection.com/author/hemal-jayasuriya/" target="_self">Hemal Jayasuriya</a>

by Hemal Jayasuriya

Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM

Birds Sing

A window brings in
Light of a diffused kind
And a beauteous mix
Of rust red and orange leaves.
Green leaves on an adjacent tree
Hang on stubbornly, resisting
Gusts of icy winds.
Autumn, a pink fading rose
Shows a smiling face nourished by the unseen
Up surging nutrients running
Through trunks to branches.
I think of Grantchester meadows
Lying quietly by the quescient waters
Of the Cam. Thoughts stir
Rise from a rectangular room
To heights of the starry spread above
Space, Time and Tensor Calculus to tell its story