The Blue Egg or Mathematical Biology (The Marriage of Mathematics and Life)

Layers, like flakes, peel off Y,
revealing the ravages , nay badges
of the ages
like that of a historical column
but rejuvenating itself constantly
in the clear / mellow beauty
sometimes purple, sometimes turquoise blue
mirroring the sky and the monuments
of the mysterious cities of the east

Like miniatures of the celestial swan (paramahans) laid cosmic egg
intricately patterned , textured and sculptured
Sometimes monument like, sometimes peacock like
Always, each, a universe in itself

Like the purple / turquoise blue-black hole
A demonstration of Blake's lines,
But carrying within the beauty,
Austere ,mysterious and mathematical,
The promise of organic life
exploding flower like
into a million rich, colorful universes
Distinguishing themselves
Yet bound by an invisible link
As if hoist on their own petard
Soaring into the blue-black horizons
And the eternity of space beyond


To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour - William Blake "Auguries of Innocence"

Y was just chosen at random. Could have been X or Z. Also avoided putting Mr or Ms. Finally chose Z.

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Originally Posted by sundarramchand

Layers, like flakes, peel off Z,
revealing the ravages , nay badges
of the ages
like that of a historical column
but rejuvenating itself constantly
in the clear / mellow beauty
sometimes purple, sometimes turquoise blue
mirroring the sky and the monuments
of the mysterious cities of the east

Like miniatures of the celestial swan (paramahans) laid cosmic egg
intricately patterned , textured and sculptured
Sometimes monument like, sometimes peacock like
Always, each, a universe in itself

Like the purple / turquoise blue-black hole
A demonstration of Blake's lines,
But carrying within the beauty,
Austere ,mysterious and mathematical,
The promise of organic life
exploding flower like
into a million rich, colorful universes
Distinguishing themselves
Yet bound by an invisible link
As if hoist on their own petard
Soaring into the blue-black horizons
And the eternity of space beyond


To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour - William Blake "Auguries of Innocence"

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Layers, like flakes, peel off Z,
revealing the ravages , nay badges
of the ages
like that of a historical column
but rejuvenating itself constantly
in the clear / mellow beauty
sometimes purple, sometimes turquoise blue
mirroring the sky and the monuments
of the mysterious cities of the east

Like miniatures of the celestial swan (paramahans) laid cosmic egg
Jewelled flames.,
intricately patterned , textured , and sculptured
Sometimes monument like, sometimes peacock like,
Always, each, a universe in itself

Like the purple / turquoise blue-black hole
A demonstration of Blake's lines,
But carrying within the beauty,
Austere ,mysterious and mathematical,
The promise of organic life
exploding flower like
into a million rich, colorful universes
Distinguishing themselves
Yet bound by an invisible link
As if hoist on their own petard
Soaring into the blue-black horizons
And the eternity of space beyond


To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour - William Blake "Auguries of Innocence"