Proportion and Harmonics
At their hem I grovel
in incompetence and awe.
Before the masterminds who latched onto
the mystery of octaves, psi ratios and gnomens:
numbers derived from lines drawn in space
- where Plato, Mozart, Tesla and their ilk
meet,
humble wonder trembles
at the sublime design and precision;
Before the Source of every shape, curve,
twig, limb, concept and dimension,
measured, embedded throughout
the higgledy fabric of spacetime,
edgelessness and darkest matter.
Mesmerized, aghast at the enormity,
reciprocity and immanence
I flounder; spirit-boggled, teetering on
the brink of revelation
yet knowing in every quaking cell
my tiny brain cannot even intimate a whit of what these geometries imply -
beyond sheer beauty divine.
O simple soul!
Feb