Science and space
Driven by passion and hunger
fuelled by mystical questions about life.
How come, who are we, why does it work?
Mysticism is simply the unasked answer within,
an age old wisdom knowing right from wrong.
Knowing what heals a wound
be it of the body or soul.
Does it not then make perfect sense
that the two work together honourably.
Listen, test, measure
Letting the answer be in tune and respect.
Our bodies, universe, are all vibrational frequencies
Fine tuned at best,
would it then follow that tuning is vital,
Creator, healer of wounds.
Used in harmony with science for the solid,
creating knowledge that can heal or harm.
There is no sound without silence
There is no science without mysticism.
C / miriam ivarson
Never forget Love
Watching a craftsman one day
I was taken with his calm and skill,
how every sanding, sawing and nail
just seemed to flow from his hands;
Making me wonder about intelligence.
Often those with high degrees and titles
are set above the artisans and their crafts;
Above the unity of heart and action
whilst humming a tune
or working in silence, serene.
Intelligence comes in many forms
But Love only in one,
without which, all created becomes dust;
Knowledge without real life.
Passion and harmony give life to all you do,
to the surgeon’s knife, to the baker’s hands,
To the painter’s brush, to the welder’s torch;
Never forget Love.
Healing where intellect still debates,
Creating whilst scholars frown.
At best, live in harmony with both.
© miriam ivarson