Truth, by Muse Gong

Truth

by Muse Gong   

In the realm where truth weaves its elusive threads,

A dance of paradox, where certainty treads.

Science, the seeker, in empirical quest,

Art, the expresser, where beauty finds rest.

Myth shatters as the sky once deemed round,

Illusions crumble, Earth's center unbound.

Eight planets emerge in cosmic ballet,

Galileo's gaze, on the moon's display.

Atoms whispered in ancient Greek lore,

Newton's gravity, Mendeleev's score.

Electrons birthed in the quantum's embrace,

A cloud of mystery, defying mere space.

Philosophers ponder the electron's core,

A dance of particles, forever more.

Space-time twists in quantum's grand play,

Quantum's bubbles entangled, in cosmic ballet.

Clockwise, counterclockwise, their motion entwined, A dance unseen,

but the universe defined.

Water without source, a tree without root, From nothing,

creation takes its sweet fruit.

Schrödinger's cat, a feline so sly,

In quantum's embrace, where realities vie.

Reincarnation, two thousand years spun,

Pythagoras claims, all is in number one.

Quantum's mystery, eludes senses keen,

Einstein ponders, in a thoughtful sheen.

Left-handed dice, Origin's playful decree,

Plato whispers, the Big Band's mystery.

The Big Bang births one, one births two and more,

Infinite unfoldings, truth's ancient lore.

Unseen, untouched, yet a force to wield,

The begginning, ineffable, cannot be revealed.