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Feigenbaum's parabelIt is better to be below!


 

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In the confines of science
majestically stands a tree,
with all numerals in dance
in emergent chaos to see.


In the instance of a trance
a good day I drew a link,
and here it is, at a glance,
the wisdom that I received.


Foliage of disorder
trapped in empty dust,
jumps astir forever
enduring subtle thrust.

Crossing of the outset
leaving faithful root,
looming tender offset
failing to yield fruit.

Cascade of bifurcations,
increasing heat within,
inescapable succession
of branches bent by wind.

Sprouting of dynamics
attracted to the strange,
o infinity reminding
at the origin: the flame.

Look, this is true…

Shanti Setú…

In the midst of chaos
there is a small gate
leading to fine rest.

In the midst of chaos
there are loyal paths
inviting to a dance.

On top of the fig tree
there is a key point
that runs to the core.

On top of the fig tree
there is a clear light
that averts a fright.

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A lesson from a fig tree?

 

In the midst of chaos
there is leaping game
discerning the way.

In the midst of chaos
there is a fine well
watering the brain.

On top of the fig tree
there is a clean frame
that cancels the blame.

On top of the fig tree
there is mighty help
that shelters from hell.

Mighty and true…

Shanti Setú…

In the midst of chaos,
look it is there,
in the midst of chaos,
logistics in truth,
in the midst of chaos,
a clear faithful route,
in the midst of chaos,
leading to the root.

On top of the fig tree,
this is no delusion,
on top of the fig tree,
a sought needle's eye,
on top of the fig tree,
the symbol of wheat,
on top of the fig tree,
surrounded by weeds.

O, Lord!

Could it be, o my friends,
that science provides a rhyme?,
for a rotten tree foretells
the very advent of time.

Could it be, o how plain,
that nature extends a call?,
for old parable proclaims
the crux in growing small.

(February, August 2000/June 2002)