Silence x Grace - Time = Love.
I derived this equation by applying the science of tears
to the field of yearning.
I raised God's name by the power of the Mother
and ascended into a shining exponential cloud
where rocks, bones, roses and prime numbers
have no existence in pure space,
for all appear as multiples of one.
I factored my thought-waves into an empty denominator,
by which I divided a tufted titmouse, a fern,
a dog turd, and a jade Buddha,
which resulted, marvelously enough, in a quotient
of titmouse, fern, dog turd and Buddha,
all things remaining just as they are.
Then I stepped naked into zero-entropy snow
melting in a stream of super-radiant virtual electrons
that spilled from a glacier on Mount Meru,
where I drowned in the gurgling calculus of chaos
between the curve of my inhalation
and the asymptote of silence.
There I beheld the square root of the void
and became the algorithm uniting God and Man,
not through mantric repetitions of the name of Kali,
but a hyper-geometric progression of breaths, wings
and inconceivable sexual epiphanies
in the company of angels,
holographing the One into the Many,
empowered by a logarithm of Negative Zero.
Friend, I think you would do better to solve this equation
by resting your brain on the astrolabe of your heart.
There the rune for love is engraved before conception.
All this information and more than I could ever record
was channeled to me by Albert Einstein,
who still wanders from star to star,
pulling his books and groceries behind him
in a little red wagon.
Note: In tantric yoga, Sri Yantra is a visual portal to meditation consisting of nine interlocking triangles, said to embody the energy of the Goddess creating the cosmos. Old friends in Princeton NJ do recall Einstein pulling his belongings in a Radio Flyer.