THE GOLDEN RATIO
When the magic moment comes,
we want to call it peace, harmony, balance, self-realization,
but we refrain because we know the best things,
unlike bread and butter, can’t be named
since definitions reduce to finitude,
dancing on the surface as they tend to rub out reality.
But mind in elevation must fumble
at words in its invitation to fusion,
and so we settle for the mystic phrase
“the golden ratio,” something we share
with flights of falcons, branches of leaves,
the shape of shells, the spiral of galaxies—
some call it the divine proportion.
but for him it was only a number.
March 30, 2003
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