There is matter everywhere around us,
From tea to cups.
It is something which has volume and mass,
Present in three naturally occurring states of solid, liquid and gas.
Solids have a definite shape and volume,
With maximum density that is mass per unit volume.
They resist the flow,
From toe to hoe.
They do not get compressed,
thereby, there melting and boiling point are at the crest.
Liquids have fixed volumes but indefinite shape,
Whenever kept in any container acquire its shape.
They flow but do not get compressed,
With intermediate forces of attraction, density and kinetic energy, they are blessed.
Gases have neither fixed volume nor shape,
from anywhere they can escape.
They have minimum forces of attraction and density,
But they have maximum rate of fluidity and compressibility.
These are the state of matter,
Invented by our Mother Nature.
~Deveshi Hans
If information is the fifth dimension,
and computer code is written
into the fabric of the universe,
then physicists postulate the reality we see
is only a simulation.
If so I must ask who wrote the code,
and why not delete the equations
that give us greed, hatred, fear and war?
"James Gates Finds Computer Code In String Theory Equation,"
June 23, 2015, spiritualcoretheory.com
"A new experiment could confirm information as the fifth state of matter," March 2022, interestingeginerring.com
It is the busiest day of life.
Moving the position of universe.
Covering of the cloud, moon& star.
The heaven open space for the sun;
It bright round the world,
and make glorious.
Sun is the state of matter,
It control all the universe
and the creation.
It flourished the deceased will.
Heaven shall open the gate of life
and closes the gate of afternoon.
The extreme fisherman
Hangs upside down
Delivering snow
Traded for straw
Confused about its job
New planet in the cube
Growing twisters
Ancient time tools
Downward rhymes
Falling up high
Magnetic ice
Draws liquid from your eyes
Look up and try
Ideas with no sand
New state of matter
Won’t be there for long
If the newcomer glows
White heat from the moon
Cloning breakfast talk
Ticking on the wall
Umbrellas on the floor
Embrace the flash
An throw it all the way back
Into the source
Click….
—Excruciating pain causes a jolt of familiarity through my body—
the wild chase of restricted memories, muffled voices, blurred faces,
a lock tumbling to find the significant click of a complex organism
in place; what’s the combination?
—Whisper memories not my own—
until it tugs upon strings of my odd conscience, with a longing,
softly blowing upon inexperienced skin, dripping sweat of want,
—Touch; gently explore a wanton body—
rekindling me with those gentle breaths upon my body,
encircle, my waist with strong, warm tanned arms burying a smile,
in the crook of my neck to inhale
and
imprint my scent in your senses.
—Heat to change my state of matter—
withering in response to ice, to heat, to the fertilizing flower
explore me—every pore, flick of lashes, touch of flesh,
and know me; my body, a vanishing haven for you against
time and the world
until reality intervenes.