The order of the spiral

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Pearlescent lustrous Nautilus shell

smoothening my palm …

an immense peace wraps around me

in equiangularity …

aiming to the core of my being

while I spiral outwards,

my own self always

at an ever burgeoning

distance from source,

yet firmly rooted

to my complexities within.

Mirrored in a fractal,

thus fractals all …

Did Decartes shout

an eureka of enlightenment,

when he beheld

the beauty in his spiral?

Or was he further enmeshed

in his Cartesian dualisms,

his deterministic separations?

For here I am,

and I can only sense

the oneness of being…

unable to comprehend

the opposing polarities

within circular reasonings

Of those that care to paint the world

even if in harmonious dualities.

And this morning

when I gazed at the spider’s web

reflecting the rays of dawn,

I marvelled at how she could achieve

such perfection of design

in her Spira Mirabilis.

And as life dissipates itself

into intricate fractals,

every complex atom of a beating heart

is a microcosmic entity

replicating the self same

to achieve a marvellous order

of an intricate unravelling

within the magnificent Cosmos.



An ode to the logarithmic spiral, spira mirabilis in nature