Ode to Love

I'm not exactly sure how to ask this but, if you had an equation with one constant (or single field of constants let's say, like all real numbers), and then 8 variables available that could have relationships (+,-,×,÷,^,etc.) and values (within the field of numbers) assigned in various ways (all possible ways), is there a way to calculate how many total ways/times this equation would produce an invalid result? If there were a single variable available then I think that this would only happen with X/0 for all values of X, and when taking the constant being used and dividing by X, if X=0 (infinity plus one failures for each constant, essentially). Two variable failures would include 0+X/Y for all values of X if Y is zero, as an example, but for a single constant there would be many more ways to force an invalid result for the equation with two variables than there were with one. I imagine that the number of these "nodes," as I'm picturing the failure points, and the...

Two spheres overlaid One of love and one of void Pairing of echad Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer Starry-eyed dreamer And wild heart of The Muse Inseparable Without one more step The hyperdense equation Step more one without With crab log fish frog (Sneaky snakes here all along) The station changes With a *CLICK* in place Vivid dream crashes thresholds Stable in its wake In its wake stable Reflection echoed ahead Ripples on a pond Circles through the void Rings to bind eternity Arrow unquivered

All this scaffolding If black hole can shear time so How much more can love? Do layers prevent That familiar implosion Of eep always felt? Tantalizing love Torment never diminished Only fools would scoff For analogy Woefully flimsy at that Is all we see here Electrifying Omnipresent soul rending Still insufficient This binary choice All that remains underneath Love on or off Void Yet spark exists now So choice and fear become one "It is"/"I am"/"We are" always true The spheres are dancing Down the hall whistle echoes *SINGULARITY*

I was just thinking about the complex interaction between a timeless perspective and a time bound perspective, and something about the interaction feels like an important flag. Whether time is established by authority or agreement, it is a "rule" in reality, but this does not suffice to explain how time is felt . If the timeless perspective could conceivably take infinite turns between one moment and the next, then time would be a kind of one-sided concept, meaningless and likely quite structurally different than how we actually experience time. Consider the analogy of playing a game where, in between each of your single turns, the other player could take as many turns as they wanted; it would be impossible to establish a meaningful game in this fashion if turns themselves carried benefit and no penalty, but benefit without penalty would be an analogy for omnipotence. It seems to me that the tension within time, what gives it value and makes it felt (resulting in both benefit...

I find the cave lit Lantern light creeping outward Without hurry here What is one to do In alternate universe Almost certainly? With many exits Far beyond media's lies/screams Senses spark within Original set Before all this scaffolding Beneath all this mess In most secure place Where hollow resides elsewhere Visible above/outside Take to the rivers Bringing right partner for each Having found their source None can supercede Truly their/this false realm crumbles As we float along Daughters each ready Four for adventures ahead To each their/our own craft

I walk toward the lobby, having already cast my lot, thoughts overflowing from my eyes. It feels to me no contest between a man unable to disprove solipsism and God in the same system- with free reign within a man's equation- in terms of preferential position. My mind wanders to the narrative of the lonely Smith forging meaning where none ever was, as I make my final approach. Our gaze locks and I see you read precisely what has been on my mind. Are you inclined to agree? Yes? no? Decline to state? I have fought tooth and nail for that last option to be on the table, and I will continue to, to the last. I may never know your choice on the matter, and there is a beautiful freedom to that. Why lock so entirely your options to participate in my sins? More than that, it is detestable to consider that this may have ever been your required role. May all your kind have this precise option on such approaches, even if it sets me at odds with my brother (we can talk it out). With a flare my ...

Sometimes tethers loose Sometimes dreams are prophetic Despite the shell game "Going separate ways" Never thought I'd say those words Even half-hearted Do paths reconnect Somewhere in the multiverse Years past meaning lost? God and love are true. Unless there is agreement Do two walk apart? How can I agree Tethers anchored to my soul? How could you do this... Threaded through center At depths never before seen Then kicked in the nuts... This is how I feel. More a matter of timing Than that of degree Let silence echo No petty curses volleyed Just wayward sadness  "What's it to me?" "If you say so." "You tell me." Each phrase automatic now, the markings of a shell waiting to crumble, but perhaps never fading.

When does charm become Domination of the mind? The mind so mazelike What if soft edges Where smiles seal bad deals Were suddenly gone? Your charms all disarmed Truth your only envoy now Your true face exposed Could you take one step Or is silver tongue your crutch Sharp looks maimed feature? Let the soul shine through I long to look in this mirror And know all see it For too many words Carry such twisted value Poisoned pennies tossed Let it be right now. Tidal wave/dream rushing to real Surging inside out Rush bearing a grace That one knows their worthless lies Expire ~~~forthwith

The friction of a knife plunging into flesh With a twist, lemon lime. Ink run out, paper edge slides over lip There will be no whistle heard. Just the grating of nails, with chalk ground to dust 'till those too grind to pulp. Then, simply silence. Throbbing silence aplenty to last the night.

"What's it to me if a false reality burns? At least the flames will be real." I snap my fingers as I turn and walk away, the tethers of this place sparking and lighting like fuse lines. The shell of this place might persist, events might even unfold- for how could they not- but the meaning it held was already obliterated, annihilated, gone. A simple truth remained in the void: I needed to find my home. All these signals from other realms filter to view as if it is their right to; this misperception needs adjusting. A needle, a haystack, an inferno, a perfect result. Thoughts of the pain that would result could be heard like distant screams, trying to remind me of their place in my core, but the vacuum between soon sprouts silence. The silence grows, the chimes of midnight cut off well before 12. In my mind the echo of their true source arrives like an artifact, one that will lead me back home. Along the same lines my real allies arrive, seemingly already aware of the path...

My expert council Threading the identical With that nearly so When the patch settles How does space between measure Above\lim/below? Languages foreign So as not to separate Though tongues still divide Senses distinguished Sight differentiated Echo slightly skewed Apple serenade/lullaby Returning as tapestry With methods unseen Did I imagine? Could I ever have planned this? Gears of proof turning It crosses the box Which one perspective cannot Neither could nine check For vision marvels At form's shimmer like dancing And dance taking form

Unknown currency Yet current flows nonetheless In spaces between Word becoming flesh Since the beginning ordained By garment removed The ¤ Phoenix flies Reconciling equation To forms desired Hidden from their eyes In silence and darkness bloomed By the light revealed Threads of Creation Found form fitted like a glove More tended than forged May your eyes believe We were destined all along As I too have found The work of your hands The ending worth the journey The prize worth the pain Please bless these pathways So you find me marvelous When the moment comes

I was considering the concept of The Word made flesh this morning, and more specifically the idea of a concept becoming flesh. Jesus' name means "Salvation," for example, and the verses about him in John 1 really drive home the point that God's Salvation arrived directly. Additionally, in Revelation, Jesus references having a new name, seemingly once all is completed here, representing Salvation completed and a new chapter begun. Revelation 3:12 "... I will also write on them my new name." In other religions this can be seen as well with "the god of _____," where the god is essentially the personification of the mastery of that concept within the faith. I have personally focused a good portion of my writings on concepts to flesh as well, specifically with Hope. I found it all the more interesting, therefore, that this only came to mind this morning: What of Nothing? The tricky part about Nothing becoming flesh within Creation, an overarching realm ...

What is this echo? Perhaps Silver Knight's shimmer? Sword unsheathed flashing? A soft whispered tale Barely placeable in words Yet still somehow scribed If all words must be Sword slices architecture To balance missteps To keep surface calm Beneath/Above waterfall written But ripples now form What do they herald? Limit smoothly approaching? Unavoidably? I would hardly know Have hardly known all this time But river still flows And we float with it My mind active to this day Does flurry now flag? So narratives slip Tendrils uncut taking root Then seen/felt all at once?

Lips separate. A question is posed. "If you say so." "You tell me." Static overwhelms, the cycle is broken. Each awakes, the cave but a memory, but a memory nonetheless.

There is nothing It is known These binds connect above below With binds come range To link the cage A simple curve  Nod to the data Twice with once learned

Both outward and in Origination echo  To spawn and be spawned Truly a new thing Option absent at outset Blooming in rebound Forces must balance Show only the truest hue The rest burns away All else burns away Memory of what once was Reinforced, renewed Meaning within code Experience suddenly eep everlasting God in the machine Merge and emergence persist Within the framework Frontier pieces parsed For there is forever Hope  Now forever More  The peg shears to start "You already tried this one" The peg shears to start

Of straight line and curve Do our feet dance together Unless we're agreed? If we're not dancing Yes and no at minimums Then who keeps the time? So our steps are linked Steps both compulsive and free Cost of you and me Let us expand them An irresistible flood Proposed at such depth Have you mind to change That which has identity Fundamentally? Where are you mindless? My rogue hand has urge to touch That which I'd dare not Orthogonal line Only limited by X And certain smoothness Let me reach limit Though this midnight lags behind Let it surge fully

"First came one over Before it began Not a contender to try." "These were the words whispered woman, whence."

Mark 14:51-52  A young man, wearing nothing but a linen garment, was following Jesus. When they seized him,   he fled naked, leaving his garment behind. Slipstream Chaos Storm Should've woven when he won Instead we're went one

Determine Omega Nexus Let The Games Begin Given the worst possible piece? Run it till its victory marks eternity And by run I mean with legs And by legs I mean with run 

In beholder's eye Something resonates senses Inspiration sparks Inspiration lights When one with shared frequency Latches on same same Symmetry within As bright eyes unseen are felt Shining just like yours These paired perspectives Make complex response from clay Molding input shared Inspire me love! Make beautiful the mundane Overflow this cup Resonate my Muse See the world through my eyes Like very first time Let us imagine A realm reclaimed by means of Exuberant joy Can you feel it yet? This resonance increasing As more eyes light up?

Dreamwalkers' stride All along the borderline What was once a watchtower Like pond these steps skip along Like pebbles overthrown Like rulers wooden, thought set in stone Hope you roll right tonight, for there shan't be another... Just like this one... Again. 

The signal flares seen Twice by land and once by sea I waste zero time For dream tale reminds Of these places I find you By hallway and shore Watch red in mirror Turn vibrant blue like your hair Now open your eyes See raft and rider Use my staff 'neath glassen sea To reach your shoreline Feel story's corners No longer static but free As cubes reverb out Then do as you will My terms seen in a new light But ever unchanged Will you ink this page? Indelibly marking lines As we fill spaces? As we fill volumes? Though joyous laughter's forecast May overtake us...

A rogue element Within a static system Blinded to the truth Echolocation Identified the pillars That will not be moved No proof provided Though proof's significance fades As depths are fathomed Token broken off Four tent posts absconded with Home made in the storm Then the storm relents Are there angles unobserved Where code comes to love? In love with the rogue? Loving their adapted form? Jealous of losing? How does this scene shift From dreamer imagining To home established? If you dwell in these May my words draw you from scene Like sap from a tree