Science Poem by thomas skypembrook

science is shifting
we never know when a thing is ideal.
all the universe just shows that there are myriads
of possibilities in existence.
nothing stays
everything changes.
what is random or determinism is just squabble
meditation proves that there is no random or determinism
in existence.
everything follows a different tune
what it is is the mystery.
nothing in life has shown any signs.
everything is a mystery.
because we are clever we thought we know all.
science just locks itself in a room with no real views
the way of the universe is just the way of God.
science doesn't know it's dealing in falsehood.
it paints a picture of certainty.
so much in life is uncertain
nothing bad or good.
just the thinking makes it so.
shakespeare said that.
a cat mews.
no it doesn't
use a telephone to call
no it cannot.
it's just that in your space and time you have reality.
but existence is myriads.
you can say something is so or not so.
we will never know.
the universe's reality is the reality of myriads.
all its laws will never be pinpointed.
there are just too many possibilities in existence.
pray, gently pray.
to get enlightenment.
the mind can be enlightened
there is no method
to get there.
just to say
science doesn't have the final say.
here's a toast to life.