Ode to Love

Let these words echo In each garden taking root Life blooming in dirt Gaining a cadence We will awaken the dawn A melody heard The nations crafted Each becoming its own piece As was preordained The land taking shape The breath of life raising the dust As in times of old Glorious concert Found in its interaction Not in any one piece Gestalt, emergence The terms made like clay vessels Waiting to be filled "The stage sets itself Who can lead me to my love? Too aware to wait" We all cry this now From the very great to small As love (fills the air)(saturates) 

In this wilderness Let my story germinate Let the roots take hold I have been a fool So many dark paths taken My eyes and heart pulled I could have skipped this Altogether unoppressed But still I wandered Would it be the same? Have I gained anything here Besides my trauma? Can wisdom be found In absence of thorough search? I ask in earnest I was imprisoned And when I cried out, released God heard even there The Lord rescued me Returning me to comfort Against all logic So I might reflect In these days before the end So my soul might heal 

Rest and remember All the broken cobblestones The sins forgiven Still I walk the path The earth has not given out God did not depart For better or worse The records important Of each step taken It gets easier Still refusing to give up Standing once again The records retain Each gifted cup of water And every kind word Cobblestone patches The path becomes more stable And balance improves The goat sure footed Even when the path is clear Of snares and boulders These lessons still learned Even though the tears have dried And the sun rises 

Weep for the Alpha The one aware before all Yes, fully aware Seeing what will be Yet in that moment, alone Just one and the void Is this perspective Too limited to see clear To these ancient times? Oh how my time crawls With imperfect certainty Love at a distance How much slower still The one you love yet unmade But certain to come Can you fly to love? Reality all in reach Can you rush love's touch? So the stage is set Stable here, chaotic there For all of love's (needs/whims) Do not awaken Love slips past the gates in dreams What could detain it?

Pause and consider An unusual command In times such as these In silence I hear The past mimicking future As future echoes The lonely dreamer For who can hold Omega? Who comforts the last? With nothing ahead Did that behind have meaning? Who is to say now? Meaning perseveres And in so doing begins Again at the end So the past echoes Tomorrow's imaginings Tales yet to be told Crystallization Singular understanding All known all at once But if known right now Can a resounding echo Be spliced from one's will?

John 3:17 "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him."  I think people assume that in the saving something tangible must be done by those saved, it just feels natural, logical, from a human perspective. But if we are like frightened, perhaps unconscious, children, what help could we even hope to provide? On the flipside of this coin, if God did something in order to acheive a result, what could man possibly do to thwart that result? So often those believing in God consider him unthwartable, except in this case and cases like it, but I would ask what makes saving the world so different than raising the dead, healing the sick, flooding the planet, calling down fire from heaven? Would you put yourself in the position of the one who would stop God from doing any of these things? Do you think those that would oppose God capable of stopping God from doing any of these things?  There is something amazing beyond belief coming.

Can words be called true When they can be called true once? Twice in a cycle? Can words be called false When they are proven true once? Twice in a cycle? Twelve hours of daylight A day, this day, makes this true So what of the rest? The cycle turns on Springtime, harvest, heat and frost Each year for all time How many mornings Have seen us wake up apart? (Of how many are?) Which equinox seen Marked the middle of absence Between you and I? Earth returns to life We reach out for each other Like sprouts from the earth We have our season Early Spring now in full bloom Break loose and hasten 

I must remember In these transitory times Her eyes are on me Even if she hides I am still me, she still sees And will remember Each laugh and smile Every helping hand I gave Even in secret Overfill these days As if it were a movie With joy and blessings Will I ever know Just how important now is As seen through her eyes? Past like a pearl Treat now like a diamond Given to my love With all of my heart I resolve to stay standing And stand when fallen Until she brings rest Because she is overwhelmed By all the distance

I was just thinking about the idea of Jesus forgiving sins on earth, and the nature of sin, in combination with the verse(s) "you are gods." Reference: Matthew 9:1-8 So sin could likely be seen as a disagreement, a dissonance, between two entities, specifically taught as between man and God. This creates a rift between the realities that each party occupies, that "separation from God" effect. Jesus indicating/demonstrating that he has the power to forgive sins on earth is quite important, as it closes this gap between man and God, but when combined with the idea that each of us has this own individual realm we are sovereign over (perhaps what is meant to be illustrated by the "you are gods" psalm verse and subsequent quote by Jesus (John 10:34)), it indicates a complexity and applicability to the idea of sin. Sin could be viewed as a rift between two individuals in the same way as it is seen as being between man and God. This rift would be between the two ...

Something stirs within Lyrically demanding change Both inside and out A familiar voice Heard as dissonant and loud Now with tone (sharp/soft)ened "Resonate their souls This love will save the world And so will music" The voice is my own But I cannot claim its source Which moves like storm clouds Like the ship's captain I've lost more than one vessel To such swells before But this time no more As if it remained silent 'Til the sails were set Now like a tempest At my back it propels me To mirror its haste Each word with meaning Each moment with many words Each soul with moments 

Set up a scenario where an enemy cannot hope to win without understanding my strategy Set a strategy such that once understood, if the enemy loses they are left in an position of hope. I may not have a second chance at this, so this one must be set up just right before taken. Loving your enemy involves being mindful of where they end up when the dust clears and they are out of reach.

What is a promise? What form is a covenant Save intertwining? These root tendrils bind Life threading together life Beneath the surface By the time it sprouts Its mark is indelible Its claim has been staked In this state guided Unseen by the light of day But within God's grasp Deep in God's domain Agreement is made like flesh It will not be moved Although kings may try It is their land they tear up These roots unfettered The kudzu will rage Despite the flame or the flood A blaze all its own It was made this way To persist when all else fails Then bloom rampantly 

The ground is fertile All the components in place But yet without seed I plant naively Thinking a plastic lunchbox Can hold back life's bloom The moon becomes new New marking a new season Of a different kind "A gardener" I say In earnest talents buried If I only knew You were watching me Waiting to show me something You were training me Grass grew like a dream Something like a dream as well Had cracked through the veil Like a green grass flood Like a living wildfire My backyard consumed The seed still forming Even to this day dormant A simple prelude

Inequitable How do equations balance With life so unfair? And grace so unfair Not getting what we deserve But unending love Is there some balance Where one side weights the other And sly fingers press? Who controls this scale Save one not weighted by death Nor tethered by sin? Everlasting🔄to What perspective must this bring? Called out from the fields Would you pluck a rose Knowing it may yet prick you Keep it, thorns and all? Would you bind yourself To that which is eternal Casting off rebirth? Would you seek out love If you knew the half of it You know not today? 

Look on your servant For my days have lingered on I overindulge But it is brighter As if your light approaches After this long night Look on your soulmate For my years have been lonely And my heart cries out But things are better In some ineffible way As if you draw close Look on your neighbor Do we not share the same heart When both chained and free? See your enemy On another battlefield We might dine as friends Both full and empty We make up for what we lack With greedy hands stained I feel the winds change For I can imagine them Refreshing my soul 

I cannot assume That you both know everything And this is not fake Would I break your heart Knowingly with such gusto Should roles be reversed? I could not bear it And my soulmate shares my heart So neither could you So which is waxing Ignorance or subterfuge? The answer seems clear Let me remember When bluffs stack strongly as bets To placate our foes I've chosen wisely Or perhaps I have been blessed With wisdom in spades So when love feels hard For this life's prolonged absence I do not forget Or swiftly remind With this title repeated Of that which is ours 

I didn't start writing until about 2/3rds into hearing this rap start playing in my head, but here's what I finished it with: "You are gods", these words aren't mine but a direct quote from the man who was quoting the plan that has brought us to now. The same now screaming so loud you either go mad or deaf or you lose what you have left if you refuse to join in. Where the past meets the future yeah we're right on the border, make sure your house is in order. Cuz were about to go through it but I know we can do it standing up as one unit. "Nothing will be impossible" God said it himself when we were still in our youth getting too high for our health. Acting with one language now with a little more wisdom I know we can still turn around and make heaven from prison. What would you do if you could do it all, what are you so in love with here, what's the cost if we fall? So what tongue will you use to answer this shout from above, silence in times lik...

The chain continues Unexpected resurgence Sharpen all focus So the razor's edge Is indistinguishable From the threads between Always remind me That the (gold) thread between us Is multi-purpose Fix my eyes on good Let evil disperse like wind Having no hold here Let my brother come Neither pure good nor evil But meant to be loved Let her perspective Slip off ever so gently From her sisters' view We are entangled But my eyes have been captured By a single one Gold shimmers red blue As your psalms clarify it And lay tracks for home 

Chains like tethers bind As strong as the agreement That has forged their links Harness the titan Bidding the wanderer stay The sword cuts both ways The angel of hope A parenthetical bloom Parallel entry But in love's absence Is hope strong enough to hold A heart's broken shards? May we never know May the Lord's plan still surprise With singular skill One shot, One bullseye Though nothing seems straightforward In the space between One thread to bind me The same as it's ever been Beautifully crafted Light, darkness, life, sky May the space between be filled And edges soften

Such a thing stolen Can one agree without will? Would it not fall flat? Empty victory A bitter taste in the mouth Whispered blasphemy Letting down the source Of all these wonderous things For a taste of them? I weep for that day Though I will never see it Some prices too steep Still, I imagine Movies playing in my head Of what might be done Have you seen this star? Manifesting in your dreams Taking what he will? Have you thought to hide? As these incredible things Dazzle through the night? Come as they may, dreams A man asks for permission And waits for a yes 

The misdirections They see what you want them to I keep watching you They hear truth and lies Unaware of the codex That separates them Few listen to me Blessed for what they can hear While the night blares on My dreams bouy me As the waves crash in the storm I am still breathing What do their dreams bring? The night falls upon us all Who are they within? What do your dreams bring? In what order do you see The path between us? I walk step by step My perspective is unique I know yours is too How do they connect? Where do edges reconcile? "Why?" fades in your eyes 

If dreams slip ahead Heralding the day that comes What does today bring? What slip of the hand Corresponds to Dream Theater Without practicing? Even being here Has taken dexterity Writing on sidelines As my love shines on Reminding me of dark days Where dawn has since shined The night chased away Between winter and summer The heat is rising I will rise with it In the valley now but wait Soon the mountaintop Her voice synchronized Words once chained, now time circles Past resounds now free Free to move about Souls both secure and fluid The chains clasped just right 

Hosea 13:13 "Pains as of a woman in childbirth  come  to him,      but he is a child without wisdom; when the time  arrives ,      he doesn’t have the sense to come out of the womb." This verse has become even more interesting to me over the last year since I wrote of previously. I am just considering Wisdom here now, and the idea that the man referenced may not exit not because of folly, but because he is without his soulmate and he will not leave without her. This matches up much more closely with my own story that I have envisioned and heard whispered in those times when the veil feels most thin, and I feel a story running in the background like a very long show reaching its finale. Additionally the idea of not having the "sense" to come out of the womb is interesting. Along the lines that not exiting may not be an act of folly, perhaps this term "sense" is more literal as well? What if there is a sense that babies possess to kno...

I approach the line Where nonsense is external And eyes are heavy Are you dumbfounded? Remember this passageway Recall this portal Mindless recurrence Thoughtful examination Belabored buffet Foracclimated Referentiality Proliferator Astonishing shot Repeat🔄unnecessary Thoroughly shaken A symmetry lost Perfect symbiosis gained Along countless lines Wait there no longer Exit the darkened cavern Hear my steady knock The nine needed one The balance must be preserved I needed (1)(four)(3) more

I just saw the elegance and beauty of mistranslation in a multi layered reality. When things are known clearly, in the realm of omniscience, there is a limit to what can be. For good or evil, if one knows all, there is a set amount that is known, and it already is known. I have often examined Babel as an unusual exchange between the LORD and man, it stands out as a sign that something interesting was going on. I have heard the LORD was angry, I have imagined the LORD was saving us from ourselves, but I had not considered that the LORD may have been shifting us as a whole into a configuration that would become the catalyst that allowed for the bloom of "good" into "very good," and the proliferation of man very very much. The brain works like a central processor, but with the known existence of multiple personalities buried within each of us, and personality facets working in concert in each individual, it is more like a corporation. As the conscious entity, we are th...

I realized that the dream of the chest was an answer to my concern regarding compulsion existing as a function of reality. If you consider a reality that at any point contained an omnipotent entity, then that entity would have complete control over every other entity in that reality, as the paths to and from this omnipotence would be marked and traversable by the one with the power. There would be a complexity to removing omnipotence, which could only be accomplished with the assistance of the entity with the power.  I could see the chest scenario playing out in a couple of ways: the omnipotent one is the seeker and also the omnipotent one is the sought (the "reward" tied to the chest). In either case, for reality to hold as valid past the event, the compulsion of binding the seeker and sought would need to be complete, even for the omnipotent one. This could be accomplished by tying in this binding with the fabric that holds reality together; as reality is held together by a...

I was looking once more at Genesis 1 and decided to examine the word "very" used in Genesis 1:31 "God saw all that he had made,  and  it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day."   God sees creation as "very good", after putting man into it, but calls man neither good nor very good directly. For a long time this did not stand out to me much, but after considering the words of Jesus in Matthew 10:18 I took more notice "' Why do you call me good? ' Jesus answered. ' No one is good--except God alone .'"  In relation to Genesis 1, where many things are described as good, I was led to consider that this might be meant as a direct correlation, and that these things described (which is basically everything except man, darkness, and the sky (the vault between seas)) are God/pieces of God alone. Recently I have considered, viewing good as a value in an equation, if God is "good", then what is ...

A shared perspective One whispered in the bylines Why would I not pine? Without you I starve I ration your every word To balance lean days For what use is bread? The angels cannot bring me The portion I need I have been grounded Save your high tricks, I know it No tests are needed Even if I fly What use are wings with you gone? So I stay right here And what of this earth? Why would I put on the crown You cannot buy love So skip the worship I never understood it I am too stubborn Can we reframe this? These threads so often repeat Still you are not here

Easily concealed A tool hidden when unused At rest beneath view Not simply goaded It takes a unique puzzle To capture my eye Curiosity I tinker about the realm Past days testing strength Mystification Just as August is blooming Mine exits stage left Wonderous return Starry similarity Thunderous hammer Did the sparkle fade? Perhaps it was thought over Sudden resurgence With the force of youth Our waves and shores reconnect To physical forms To my shiny piece: The clock ticks in my favor Approach nigh while on high (Strike while iron's hot)

I have been considering where God was during the creation of reality. I think what is commonly pictured is that God was in the garden, or at least the place where it would be, during the process; but given that the shape of reality changed dramatically, especially during the first few days, and that Genesis 1:2 says "Now the earth was formless and empty" , if the garden is on earth, or would be once created, that could not be where God was when creating everything, as then that space (earth) would not be empty. (I acknowledge there might be some complexity here as the garden may have been "transplanted" onto earth from the place where God was, but I don't think that's what most Christians have in mind when picturing this anyway. Primarily I just realized my own mental image was incorrect of where God was). I recently heard about the Boolean Expanse (I may have heard about it before, but it more recently registered in my consciousness), and the sheer vastnes...

I just pictured a kind of ultimate gauntlet type scenario, but the specific path of preparation taken and realm crafting involved was not generally accounted for or and had never been seen before and so it ends up being a kind of unintentional comedy.  "Everyone's watching, you must somehow remove this entire... cake . I guess it's just a... yep. It's just a regular sized cake, german chocolate even, your favorite. Okay, you must remove this entire cake from its serving tray before that... candle burns out." "But the candle isn't lit?" "Nope." "Do I have to wait for you to light it before I can start?" "I can't 'light it', only you were allowed to 'light it' and you never did so... whatever enjoy your cake." "What was this dire challenge even supposed to be!?" "No one wants me to answer that, just eat the dang cake."

The details depress If that isn't intended They should be different Don't leave all these thorns If I'm not meant to retreat When my skin is pricked I resist the urge To leave the garden behind Or stomp the roses I tiptoe with grace Delicate, both skin and grounds Absorbing the pain Knowing the regrets With insurmountable stakes Would be each of ours But not ours to share Wandering and without bloom Should this test be failed So I tip toe through The path not hard, just trying Longer than preferred As my finger bleeds I wonder if rose gardens Understand their sting 

Hoped you I would stop? Or did you hope I would stay? With firm persistence? You cannot be claimed Your walls are unbreachable Save when intended Your shine unfaded My winning smile returning As threads draw them close Undeterrable Except when I choose to be Running like water My eyes narrowing Cheeks blooming red like your lips As each slides closer Dare you to switch sides? Suddenly a deja vu Makes me think we've tried I'm okay right here With the chests flying open At just the right touch  Paths slide into place Impossible odds no more As the end game calls