English: “Aleph 2 (8X10 in.)” Hologram by Eric Leiser (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I touch a pulsing heart in a hologram,
the love is real,
the embrace flickers
and fades
recorded on a hard drive
whirring as recollection
meets time somewhere
in the middle of a
breath stored
as a temporary file
in a life of terabytes
I gaze on sunsets,
watch the traffic,
hug my son
all quantum mysteries
folded within themselves
data encoded
then erased
but the love is real.
Each kindness a spike
on a graph, a
mathematical function
stored in the software,
hatred a corruption
in the program
skewing the lines
distorting the images
but not a negation
of the love
that exists both
inside and out
when the hologram
disappears
the kindness, love,
generosity, faith,
rests atop a grassy
hill, glistening
in the sunlight,
etched in gold
Teacher-preneur 
The most powerful thing in the universe.
Love created the universe!
Heart touching, Deep and bounded me until last word.
How are you Kazmi? How are things going in Pakistan? Hope all is well with you.
Dear friend Robert,
Things are good and bad in Pakistan as you can see in News. Somehow live always finds its ways to live as u know :). Hope you like Betel Leaf blog 🙂
Yes all is well but due to ups and downs in Pakistan my work and income is effected alot.
If you know any one who have assignment in Pakistan and need pictures from Pakistan just tell him about me 🙂
best regards
Kazmi
Beautiful Robert! The love is real 😀
The flowers fade and the grass withers…
Love remains in eternity.
Hope all is well you Dutch princess you.
Absolutely beautiful. Favorite part is “in a life of terabytes
I gaze on sunsets,
watch the traffic,
hug my son
all quantum mysteries
folded within themselves” gorgeous.
Thank you Loretto. Love is so incredibly powerful. I see it constantly as a teacher. Students hunger for it, are drawn to it, respect it and learn to respond in kind. It makes me ache to see how shallow and artificial are the things that gain their attention, allegiance and affections. They live off the spiritual equivalents of junk food and sometimes poison. Teaching keeps me grounded. Otherwise I’d constantly be soaring aloft in the metaphysics of love which I find breathtaking.
Warmth and affection