In The Moments We Pass

I dance among these floods of strangers,
just as my eyes dance among the stars.

And I wish to find you
along an unexplored edge of the cosmos:
amongst budding vines of nebulas
between blossoming star clusters
to pick the one cosmic flower spread upon
the meadow of space-time.

I am blinded by the unknowns-
I yearn to feel my heart melt
while entering your atmosphere,
to be consumed by your ambience of lust
to feel the rush of wandering astray
in the midst of your tracks.

I search for an entrance into your bounds
with the possibility of your guidance.
My fingers laced between yours-
leading me into the fields of familiarity.

A place I lie alone
beneath the sudden unfurling of evening’s sky,
as I tilt my head
towards the empty patch of grass beside me
that I wish will someday take the form
of your body.

Waiting For Spring

In my mind,
I carry the folded and wrinkled letters
that linger in the shoebox
tucked away in the corner of my closet.

They carry the times
I wanted to unclothe her thoughts
and explore her mind
before I had any desire to touch her.

They carry the scent of spring-
and recollections of the girl whose fingertips
traced marks of love along my skin,
and words that temporarily melt the frost
on my dreams.

Her old schoolyard
carries the worn picnic table where we sat beside each other
and memories of the first times we shared our stories
underneath the soft April rainfall.

And the field behind her house
carries memories of the time
May greeted us with the blooming of love.

Like when I laid her head
on a bed of dandelions
and our lips grazed
at her beckoning smile.

But love only lasts so long,
just as the sparkling verdure of Maple leaves in summer-
are subject to the inevitable departure of autumn.

I learn this
as I stand amidst the frigid touch
of winter’s winds,
waiting for moments like these
to effloresce beneath the warm raindrops
and music of spring
once again.

A little cup of Descartes

"Today, then, as I have suitably freed my mind from all cares, and have secured for myself an assured leisure in peaceful solitude, I shall at last apply myself earnestly and freely to the general overthrow of all my former opinions." -Descartes

So I recently finished reading Rene Descartes' Meditations on First Philosophy and I have to say that his philosophical method was revolutionary in such a time period where so much skepticism was present. As you may already know, he was the french mathematical genius and philosopher who mustered the idea of the Cartesian point system and many other contributions to math. However, his most famous contribution to philosophy was his philosophical idea of Cogito ergo sum ("I think, therefore I am").

The way he came to this conclusion is by his extremely intriguing "method of doubt", in which, in the beginning of his first meditation, he assumes that he is in a dimension where absolutely nothing is true and in this world of uncertainty he must bury himself out of the ditch of uncertainty, and he "overthrows" all his former opinions. So, he mentions in his second meditation, even if he's unsure that anything exists, the fact that he's even thinking that nothing exists is a proof of his existence within itself. Throughout the rest of the meditations, then, Descartes restructures reality through reason itself, being the ideal rationalist.

So the whole entire purpose of his meditations was to assure us that using our mind and reason to gain knowledge and truths of the world is a reliable method. On the other side of the epistemological spectrum are the empiricists, who believe that the mind is absolutely not a reliable entity that can be utilized to gain knowledge, but that all, or most, knowledge must be gained through experience, that is, it must be empirical. Descartes gave those who persuaded by the empirical skeptics, like David Hume, John Locke and Francis Bacon, a sense of hope.

Descartes was also a hardcore theologian. So he addressed a common philosophical issue at the time, that is, that god may possibly be a malignant being who is deceiving him at all times. Therefore, even if Descartes believes he is awake, how does he even know he's not dreaming? And when he's dreaming, how does he know whether he's awake? In his first meditation he states: "I cannot, however, but remind myself that on many occasions I have in sleep been deceived by similar illusions; and on more careful study of them I see that there are no certain marks distinguishing waking from sleep; and I see this so manifestly that, lost in amazement, I am almost persuaded that I am now dreaming." But then, Descartes gives us an argument for the existence of god which (to him and other Cartesian followers) proves that god exists, is completely benevolent and therefore is not deceiving.

Undefined

She calmly stands in front of the chalkboard

as she addresses the class:

"Now, why can't x be zero?"

a hand extends upwards in the air

from the 43-minute confines of a desk

A shy voice ruptures:

"Because division by zero is undefined"

My mind finds itself in a race

with this seemingly benign conclusion:

If x was zero, wouldn't the equation equal infinity?

I raise my hand to propose the question.

but she shakes her head in disagreement

and explains the endless bounds

of how my premise can't be true

perhaps she doesn't grasp the meaning of the word

There are infinite possibilities within the classroom

Infinite ways to observe this Earth and our lives

Infinite ways one can look beyond the textbook

and all those discoveries

waiting for your imagination to touch

are undefined

but it is your job to define them.

Autumn Wish

"The smallest seed of faith is better than the largest fruit of happiness."

-Henry David Thoreau

Where are my wishes?

They’re the October leaves

Letting the wind guide them

Sending them to soar before the azure sky

Only to be pulled to the ground

After the they surf through the breeze,

Spreading the various colors of winter’s arrival 

Sometimes descending to rest under the tree in which they fell

Or sometimes to be left rolling along eroded sidewalks 

To rustle, gently scratching a surface of possibility

So I hope one fall

That my wishes will be accompanied

By dreams; wishful seeds

That will sink into soil

And I hope one spring

That out of all my desires

An infallible,

Yet innocent seedling 

Will rise

Haiku for Spring

Godspeed to raindrops
A whisper in winter;
That longs for spring mist

Magnetic Hearts

I suppose we've found ourselves
In a realm of a connection between us
Magnets linger in the air
Bringing forth attraction

But what is magnetism?
All it could be
Is my imagination:
Suddenly finding myself running through your eyes:
Bright fields of green.

Or maybe it could be
The sensation I feel when we kiss
Love and desire cascading
Between lips grazing and connecting

It's the force that creates that connection
How i'm able to wait anywhere
Always to find myself in your arms