Love, Beauty, and Death Mesfakus Salahin Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
Seek love in the sunlight ! Seek love in beauty ! Why do you not seek it in the grave? One day, the grave shall be our bed.
Seek heaven in the light! Seek love in heaven! Why do you not seek it in the darkness? One day, our final journey shall be into the dark.
Light a torch and seek ecstasy within the hearts of lovers! Two souls find their reflection in the mirror.
After the searing heat, only molten darkness remains, Where a long-drawn sigh awaits. Who shall open the door upon the path of darkness? Who shall bathe the gloom in light? Who shall rouse the slumber within the graveyard— Where love itself is the ferryman of death?
The fires now dead were once light; The graves once held a state of waiting; Darkness dwelt within the poet’s soul; And love lay hidden.
There was a wail within the womb of darkness; A plea resonated in the ghostly, droning hum;
Love letters lay lightless for a thousand years;
The darkness was devoid of beauty. Yet today, this darkness is radiant; Today, this very death is desired; Graveyards are bathed in moonlight; Monstrous insects gnaw at the darkness, illuminating it; Some humans pick at and devour the beloved corpses— Alas, what cruelty!
Everyone desires the fragrance of a withered rose; Even a pebble suffers the agony of death’s sorrow. No one seeks the beauty of death in the rays of the setting sun, Yet the starving, waiting at the royal gate, find beauty there; Amidst poverty, the pure rose stands tall with head held high. All grievances gather within the paralysis of the realm; A magical touch drifts forth from the royal mausoleum— Impure consciousness is cleansed within the bloodless frame. The sky of an anguished mind becomes clouded with vexation; Beauty remains trapped in a leaking prison,
While a grotesque future tolls in silence,
Destructive death effortlessly embraces The dormant span of life within our souls, As the funeral procession stretches ever longer.
Dear readers, I have the seemingly difficult task of trying to explain the connection between Spirituality and Poetry in a new plane – that of the new discoveries of quantum and torsional* (information) physics.
About Spirituality.
Many people use the word “spirituality” to express that inexplicable touch on human emotion that challenges them to be better and more understanding of themselves and people. Therefore, in dictionaries, this word exists as an abstract concept – “quality of the spiritual, the presence of spiritual life, spiritual activity.” We do not stop there because it is not clear what exactly the concept itself covers, except that it is about life and activity. Let’s check what “spiritual” means – which refers to the human spirit, to the mental and emotional activity of man. Here we are much closer to the essence of the concept in its most modern interpretation. Which refers to the human spirit. Although again it is an “abstract” concept. Or not. More than 110 years ago, French scientist Louis Cartan discovered that physics had not yet described and studied the field created by “angular torque” (fr. – torsion). A scientific “trifle” that much later revealed to the world the existence of a fine physical field, which contains the plans for EVERYTHING that was, is and is possible to be. The field of the Spirit. This changes the physical picture of Genesis according to physics from four “floors” to “six”. And now the picture of the world has changed dramatically. In addition to the known 4 levels: solid, liquid, gaseous and plasma, scientists are also studying the properties of vacuum and primary vacuum. Physics calls them respectively: primary information field and vacuum. And according to church dogma, the 6th level – the primary information field, is called the Holy Spirit. You’ve probably heard of the “superstring” theory. It studies the constant interactions between these six levels of reality. And he is trying, so far without much success, to penetrate the seventh level – the Creator of Everything. But what is the connection with spirituality and poetry?
Man contains all levels of reality. Including the 7th. The Divine. His visible physical body and the rest of his invisible bodies interact constantly and are “informed” of every thought, word, or action that a person takes. I.e. man is a walking information field, which is a compact sum of all levels of reality. What scientists have found is that all people – humanity – are interconnected through their invisible bodies in a common information field. This was also said by Carl Jung.
Let us return to the definition of “spiritual”: which refers to the human spirit. This means that the spiritual, the immeasurable before, is in fact the connection and interaction of each person and all humanity with the Holy Spirit. Man expresses himself through his life and activity. Yes it is. But everything that is not seen and “heard” by society – its intentions, its motives and its life goals – also define it as a spiritual being. I.e. our overall pursuit of the Spirit is the determinant of our true spirituality.
The discoveries of scientists do not diminish the sacred understanding of human values, of his earthly morality. Quite the opposite – Science rises and joins these values, studying them in the name of humanity and divine providence.
What is our connection with the field of the Spirit? With the Holy of Holies?
Through the human soul. Yes, she does exist. It is already proven. As an indestructible unit of every human spirit. Until Atlantis, people have a direct connection to the 6th level of reality. After it sank, they lost it. To understand how human interaction with the primary information field takes place, we need to be aware of what it is and what are the basic laws that scientists have studied for this field. It consists of pairs of inseparable information spirals* in unimaginably low negative values, which transfer information and not energy. They have no mass. Information about each action or observed object is transmitted instantaneously throughout the Universe. As long as she has “ears” to hear her. One can process very little of this information. Around 5 %. There are no barriers to information. None. Besides the lack of senses to perceive or process it. Today, a person can perceive information to a higher degree only if his own information channels are clean. This means purity of thoughts, actions, words. In everything. Developed, ie. man’s pure information channels are today known by the public name of the “sixth sense.”
It is very important to know publicly that in the 4th-6th level of reality the Law of Attraction, of resonance, works unfailingly. The positive is attracted by the positive and the negative by the negative. In other words, with the wisdom of the Bulgarian people – whatever called, the same replied.It has been studied that Man was originally created as a positive information object. In his true nature he is part of the Holy Spirit. The human soul is a witness to this. Of course, and the numerous experiments (hundreds of thousands) conducted by scientists around the world.
Man interacts with other people and with the whole world both through his senses and through the models that society has adopted at a given time in Evolution. Evolution is a basic law of Being. These ideas and statements have been practically proven and studied by many famous and unknown scientists, physicists, mathematicians, psychologists, chemists and others. and more recently linguists. Mathematical research in this area alone is over 40,000 before the beginning of the 21st century.
We can now try to determine the Spirituality of Man.
Spirituality is a real collective information field, an invisible monolithic matrix **, in which the interactions between Man and Spirit take place in every art and every human striving for purity, goodness, integrity, compassion, beauty and harmony, caused by man and supported by the Spirit.
Poetry is one of the tools of Spirituality.
Poetry is, like every object in the Universe, an information field, a unit, a matrix that encompasses every image written or received, a thought that comes to one or more poets as a fine physical field. It contains Universal Wisdom and Harmony. This is real “food” for our subtle bodies. The same that science is called to supply with other human tools. Human logic and human word. Ie Poetry can also be called the Science of the Soul, which has an instantaneous effect on the subtle bodies of man and, possibly, on his logic.
POETRY IS NOT A REFLECTION OF REALITY, BUT CORRECTOR. Through the words that come from the 6th level of reality. It is a science not only for the human soul, but also for all information objects on Earth. Landed, remains in the aura *** of the Earth. Of course, some ideas that are vital to humanity can be repeated in different versions by poets living in different geographical locations and at different times. This is because some of the poets actually connect not with the higher realms of reality, but with the invisible bodies of the Earth, and draw ideas and images already “taken down from above”. This does not belittle today the verses that contain the idea of Love and the unity of humanity as the main engine of our time. On the contrary – life-saving words, feelings, ideas and images for all mankind are affirmed!
How comes poetry?
Poetry is a Word clothed in words, emotions and INFORMATION from the 6th level of reality. The mechanism of speech is connected with all the laws of reality, starting with the basic law – Evolution. But I would rather dwell, because of the need today, on the Law of Resonance. Whatever called, the same replied. You rejoice – you shout Joy. You cry – you called crying. You say bright words – you call Joy, Harmony, Beauty. You use words with negative information – you call them, dressed in the props of visible reality. Not only for yourself, Poet, but for all of Humanity, starting with your family, your loved ones, your people. You remember that we are together. Whatever is happening affects everyone. That is why in Plovdiv we organize a poetry festival, which has accepted Joy as Poetic credo.
Poetry expresses itself through the human word **** And it acts through the language of a people, nation, group of people. No language selected. Every human language is important and created from above. Unique. The Divine String of Understanding and Sharing Life is embedded in it. Language is alive as long as those who use it follow the path of Evolution. Poetry is called to preserve life in every language given to the people. And poets help their people honor God and themselves. With the words that pull life forward. To go his own way, predestined and illuminated.
POETIC WORDS CAN WORK MIRACLES IF WORDS ARE ABOUT MIRACLES.
Words are living beings sent to help a person cope with communication not only with others but also with himself. These are subtle energies that shape our invisible bodies in their own image and likeness. And if we take good words as an example, they shape us with a good and bright dense aura. She protects and defends us. The conclusion, I think, is self-evident – Poetry, as a powerful instrument of human and divine spirituality, is the magic carpet of Aladdin, which points us and suggests that the miracles we seek in dream and waking are in us.
* right-spinning and left-spinning pairs, respectively – positive and negative
** matrix is a basic physical concept of an indestructible energy-information field
*** aura – energy-information field of Earth
**** the human word differs from the divine word, but it also has great creative power
Bio: Sushant Thapa is a Nepalese poet and fiction writer from Biratnagar-13, Nepal, with ten books of poems to his credit and two books of short stories. The books of poems are: The Poetic Burden and Other Poems (Authorspress, New Delhi, 2020), Abstraction and Other Poems (impspired, UK, 2021), Minutes of Merit (Haoajan Publishers, Kolkata, 2021), Love’s Cradle (World Inkers Printing and Publishing, New York, New York, Dakar, Senegal, 2023), Spontaneity: A New Name of Rhyme (Ambar Publication House, New Delhi, 2023), Chorus of Simplicity and Other New Poems (Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines, India, USA, 2024), Finding My Soul in Kathmandu (Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines, India, USA, 2024), My Grandfather Had Been a Cowboy (Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines, India, USA, 2025), The Walking Rebel (Transcendent Zero Press, Houston, Texas, USA, 2025) and When I Desire and Other Poems (Ukiyoto Publishing, Philippines, India, USA, 2026).
His first collection of flash fiction and short stories is titled “The One Rupee Taker and Other Stories from Nepal” published by Ukiyoto Publishing in 2024. His second collection of short stories is titled “The White Dot and Other Stories” published by Transcendent Zero Press based in Houston, Texas, USA in 2026.
[Excerpt from Fleury’s Boston Globe featured poetry book Sparks in the Dark: A Lighter Shade of Blue,
A Poetic Memoir archived permanently at the University of Massachusetts’s Healey Research Library]
The night is like a whimper whistling
sweet sounds of the Caribbean dawning
tense taunted memories supple coconut leaves
longing rustling uneasily singing their hissing history
The moon smiling a single icy eye under warm Caribbean skies watching dancing fireflies
Against the starry sky staring soundly shining as if
waiting for a shindig for brave night birds to fly sound is silenced noise needs defiance
fall leaves layer upon layer interwoven to make a motley leafy magenta blanket above the
dirt you walk in like a frumpy flirt picnic basket brimming in big Haitian hands
singing a tune like you in a calypso band
bruised burnished back against the moon I emerge like a boasting butterfly from the cocoon
to see your gesture jesting me than you kneel dumb down by me leaning closer learning me
you placed your lips perched planting a putrid punch-drunk kiss upon me
I could smell your taste like garnished waste tepid against my lucid lanky cheeks
Cheeks as daunting and dazzling as the moon itself than I bury my bumbling quivering hands
Into your buxom basket winced and wrench out a near perfect pound of reddish round mango treat
“go ahead, bite me!”
I hear it sing your beat jesting me testing me vesting me
I look up as if to say to see your burning eyes beaming looking back at me like the moon mauled against
the aching sky you see still staring back at me as if crouching to flee I tilt my head
hanging to the right then I tilt my head hanging to the left
watching your blood bleeding red swollen mango beauty erected!
basking in your basket black memory detected than most carefully
I slant tauntingly toward this your gallant gaudy fruit
rowdy rueful having lost its roots perch and peck
my lips than sank my bucking beak beneath the stuffy skin your juicy fruit dangling drooling
down my chin than I lay my back buried down wincing waiting quietly to hear your
queer croaking rooster sound staring happily into the glare of sensual satiable
Caribbean skies while watching fireflies stock full of colonial flare flying hovering
tired hanging onto the tarry air autumn stifled squirming to breath beneath heavy hung Haitian thighs
You could almost hear its sweaty seethe that I should sing release all Haitian flies!
Oppression deflates exhausted satisfaction sighs…finally anxious desire daring to escape
You’ll find it squandered and spent along the cape then laying back secretly satiated under this tree your ruby red
mangoes falling like loads of glory! raining down on me like a fetish fantasy
And for a second forgetting my wanton woe laying low under your shadow’s fro
Ooooh yes you please me like a pro! i say islander scavenger
feed me your juicy mango flow
As I lay back to bask while your
wise fluid moon glow sow…–
Jacques Fleury
Jacques Fleury is a Haitian American poet, novelist, educator, essayist, arts critic, author, and Harvard University literary arts scholar whose internationally published voice spans continents. The recipient of the 2026 International Naji Naaman Literary Prize for Creativity—chosen from over 4100 global competitors from 83 countries—he holds prestigious memberships in France’s La Fenêtre de Paris and Lebanon’s Maison Naaman pour la Culture. His celebrated books, among them his opus Chain Letter To America: The One Thing You Can Do To End Racism… is held globally from Massachusetts libraries to the UK’s Askews and Holts, and historic sanctuaries like the Harvard Bookstore & Grolier Poetry Book Shop. Discover more of his Boston Globe-featured work at Authorsden/JacquesFleury.
