Beyond Hubble’s Eye

The beauty of Hubble’s eye 
is its nearness to the edge
of the imagined, enhanced.
 
A glimpse of the enchanted 
invisible, not a totem, nor
a chakra, but Hubble’s eye 
is at the verge of the seen
unveiling a radical view:
wavelengths of elaborate 
unknowns, suddenly seen
as we grow a capacity to 
wonder, to wander further
than ever explored, no longer 
a victim of those numbed 
by fictive beliefs. Realize 
a fact: internalized fear,
unchallenged strays us away 
from what lies beyond us.

Under scrutiny, 
fear is deceit. 

Common delusion, 
as it departs us 
from the sunshiny,
telescopic insight 
from the expanse. 

Be cautious 
of impatience.

It creates myths, 
irrational undertones.

Superficially 
innocuous:
to love unconditionally 
against it all, 
to negate desire itself,
reach the upmost.

Day in, decade out
and centuries after, 
legend becomes 
a construction
we’re asked to defend, 
what originally was meant, 
is continually 
lost in belittling 
battles,
a hope to validate shared
words which shaped our view,
helped us survive the worst,
the harshness of indifference. 

The words needed yesterday 
to survive are not the same
today. We pretend they are, 
somehow feel right, we deal
somehow surrounded by rage
as we lose what myths are: 

beautifolded images, art, 
metaphors drawn in scribbles
yet to be unfolded origami
as we realize who we are
by creating composite images
from the IRAS and Spitzer,
that reveal as the Hubble 
what beauty and awe are.

Ideas trapped in cuneiform 
tablets should not dictate 
what we believe is genuine.

Words trapped should caution,
past mistakes repeat, history
scolds but don't be pressured
to believe: myths are facts. 

As images, not evidence,
find comfort in the myth. 

Even when uncomfortably 
estranged, find your place
in the vast undetermined
by honoring the fact that

...........I don’t know! 

Decide fear won’t dictate 
the stories I tell myself 
to serenity sleep despite 
the faulty rift. Despise 
uncertainty, don't accept 
it as the impenetrable.

Humility is a blue-stoned
river as we realize sacred 
baggage can’t calm rattled 
cages. Stand near the edge. 

If there’s no confidence 
in what’s true, 
look upward.

I find no difficulty 
to realize
there’s a common 
soil.

My internal Solar System 
needs no false narratives.

It’s only an hour drive 
away, but we can’t still 
     sit
          together 
for a long drive 
                  upwardly
to where beauty,
the serene sleeps

unbeknownst to it

we observe it
to confront ourselves 
with ourselves.

It isn’t about a voyage,
nor the Arecibo message 
but a waiting necessary
to stem out intolerance,
greed, impatience, fear.

If there's a THEM, hope 
that to them, there's no
THEM: we're a right fist 
fighting with a left fist
both part of the same gist,
an echo of the same body, 
oh boy, aren’t we ridicules 
shrieking against our vast
echoes, threatened by what
we spread in midair, aghast
other-worldly lives await
thirty-nine light-years away.

Resources: [one_half] What to learn more about Mesopotamia courtesy of CrashCourse: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sohXPx_XZ6Y [/one_half] [one_half_last] Would like to understand more about the Hubble telescope? Join this course from KhanAcademy: [/one_half_last] Still hungry for more? Join Khan Academy’s course of Art in the Ancient Mediterranean! Credits: The artwork I created uses two images from NASA which are generally not copyrighted. The illustration that shows the possible surface of TRAPPIST-1f, one of the newly discovered planets in the TRAPPIST-1 system, credits: NASA/JPL-Caltech. The image taken by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope, which shows the colorful “last hurrah” of a star like our sun, credits: NASA, ESA, and K. Noll (STScI), Acknowledgment: The Hubble Heritage Team (STScI/AURA).