The journey begins
with a gentle whisper.
The soundscape unfolds
gently at first
taking me higher and higher
My psychedelia.
Floating, levitating;
at the horizon
of living and dead.
Thunders reverberating
from the other side
begining of this annhilation.
Mathematical Problem
Whilst making love a necklace broke.
A row of pearls mislaid.
One sixth fell to the floor.
One fifth upon the bed.
The young woman saved one third of them.
One tenth were caught by her lover.
If six pearls remained upon the string
How many pearls were there altogether?
-- Bhaskaracharya
On a side note, the answer is 30 pearls because where
x represents the original number of pearls on the
necklace:
6+(x/6)+(x/5)+(x/3)+(x/10)=x
(6/x)+(1/6)+(1/5)+(1/3)+(1/10)=1
(36/x)+1+(6/5)+2+(3/5)=6
(36/x)+3+(9/5)=6
(180/x)+24=30
(180/x)=6
x=30
* All the Indian mathematical work is in the form of verse, called 'sutras', they are in sanskrit, an ancient Indian language. The language lends itself beautifully to poetry. In fact all form of sciences such as medicine, astronomy etc are also in form of poetry. Wish our schools these days would teach maths as above.
A row of pearls mislaid.
One sixth fell to the floor.
One fifth upon the bed.
The young woman saved one third of them.
One tenth were caught by her lover.
If six pearls remained upon the string
How many pearls were there altogether?
-- Bhaskaracharya
On a side note, the answer is 30 pearls because where
x represents the original number of pearls on the
necklace:
6+(x/6)+(x/5)+(x/3)+(x/10)=x
(6/x)+(1/6)+(1/5)+(1/3)+(1/10)=1
(36/x)+1+(6/5)+2+(3/5)=6
(36/x)+3+(9/5)=6
(180/x)+24=30
(180/x)=6
x=30
* All the Indian mathematical work is in the form of verse, called 'sutras', they are in sanskrit, an ancient Indian language. The language lends itself beautifully to poetry. In fact all form of sciences such as medicine, astronomy etc are also in form of poetry. Wish our schools these days would teach maths as above.
oh yes
Oh yes
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
-- Charles Bukowski
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
-- Charles Bukowski
Poem to be read at 3 a.m.
Poem to be read at 3 a.m.
Excepting the diner
On the outskirts.
The town of Ladora
At 3 a.m.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking.
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on
-- Donald Justice
Excepting the diner
On the outskirts.
The town of Ladora
At 3 a.m.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone
Was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking.
This poem
Is for whoever
Had the light on
-- Donald Justice
Morphing through time
We are floating over the line
Let us follow our mind
All of our life we'll wait for the answer
and the question is why
We're just travellers
in endless space
If we're following our mind
We can glide into light
No one knows if there'll be an answer
While we're morphing thru time
*From a song of a same title by Enigma
Let us follow our mind
All of our life we'll wait for the answer
and the question is why
We're just travellers
in endless space
If we're following our mind
We can glide into light
No one knows if there'll be an answer
While we're morphing thru time
*From a song of a same title by Enigma
Black Scroll
So does it shock you?
or are you pleased?
Now that I have got your attention
may be I'd get the answer too.
Welcome to this accidental discovery
tell me what does your heart say
Does it make you stop
and think for a while?
What do you see?
is everything all hazy
or clear as glass?
may be you want to close your eyes for a bit.
or are you pleased?
Now that I have got your attention
may be I'd get the answer too.
Welcome to this accidental discovery
tell me what does your heart say
Does it make you stop
and think for a while?
What do you see?
is everything all hazy
or clear as glass?
may be you want to close your eyes for a bit.
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