Ode to Love

A command (demand?) rises Storm brews below, forms above A demand (command?) resounds Simply "You tell me." Plainly, without heightened tone Unequivocal Player stops playing Until response is given The very gears halt Gears of time/game frozen Unable to process day/night Until terms are met Mirrored frustration Forms to a glassen surface Revealing angles Exposing falsehoods  When The Truth was thought a myth Forged by a truthsmith Idols, pedastals Even true pegs are sheared now How much more weak words? Thresholds all buckle  Did we need The Chaos Storm? Simply: "You tell me."

Whisper in the dark/depths "If you say so." echoing As if the last word Form of agreement Crafted to see an outcome Tied with a slipknot  Will you take this one? I find my own words return Even as air clears They('/ a)re not my style And while gifted silver tongue Yours shines gold to me So speak your language I will not hold against you Que sera sera Please let me speak mine For what hope has an accord When one/half is/are muted? In silence I speak Whisper beyond this moment Uninterrupted My stance like these walls "If you say so." echoing Light(n)ing up(/down) halls eep

Something just popped into mind regarding the largest possible regular symmetrical shape in our universe, that isn't a circle/sphere (though I am unclear if there are possible measurement techniques that would be conceivable to confirm that it is not a circle or sphere, if this shape were to exist). The shape would necessarily be the width of the shortest side of the universe, in order to be symmetrical and regular, and would have sides that were each 1 Planck long. I wonder how many sides a two and three dimensional shape like this would have, if we were only to take into account the dimensions of the visible universe. It feels like the math would not be that difficult for someone well versed in the field. This feels related, in a way I cannot presently describe, to the physical clockwork mechanisms of a light based theory for reality/the universe. Shout out again to my council for inspiring me to consider "every shape," including this extreme example. 🌞

"'Soulmate or annihilation." Terms don't change with situation Just tactics and calculation While happy ending would be nice If not(my)blood, seek(my)council twice Once for payment, again for price                  /reward No space/time remains here anyway What else could one possibly say? "Don't stop and just replay."🔁replay. Isaiah 21:11-12 ...“Watchman, what is left of the night?     Watchman, what is left of the night?” The watchman replies,     “Morning is coming, but also the night. If you would ask, then ask;     and come back yet again.” John 9:4 (Jesus speaking) "As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work."

The ghost wind season Reaching the very threshold Ceases in its tracks God please grant me strength In the form of sure resolve To rest and relax Despite no judgement May air and mind become clear Sun set on season That I might glimpse skies And set sites on horizon Then never look back This post a buoy Course set away, directly To great adventure I am still breathing "Why the F am I still here?" Echoes on the wind Love, plain and simple I believe you have a plan I long to see it So we pick me up Single touch is all it takes I stand to my feet

Oh to see your eyes And be certain that they shine Foreign from my own To be seen as well Like a mirrored glassen pond Reciprocal gaze To find our balance And the end of compulsion 'Twixt our perspectives To end the parley Yet find ourselves face to face In the aftermath Is this wish too great? Prayer inconceivable? I can't imagine... Limitless limit Where we go from here our choice Mutually made Do you stay or go Knowing I exist somewhere As I know you do? Such a simple frame  Such dazzling potential Within "I see/know you."  (You are not alone)

The light dances and can be seen. The darkness dances and cannot. The light is arranged to form matter. The darkness is arranged so that it does not. The tapestry of light is threaded to be every tangible thing in our universe. The tapestry of darkness is threaded to be everything intangible. In this way light and darkness are fundamentally the same, each a logical construct and a mote of an element within Creation, but the light has been separated and drawn attention to for us by God. This means that we are surrounded by the overwhelming structure of darkness, delicately balanced to net to zero force on us at all times, but with the potential force greatly exceeding the potential force of all tangible things. Anti-matter represents a single additional thread, its foundation needing to be like light but either a different instance of light than we presently have, or of a different structure but with the same basic physical rules. This would then be two threads represented and perceptib...

An idea has filtered to mind for me to a degree from time to time over the last few years, but only recently has it felt cohesive enough to write down. It feels as though having two truly unique consciousnesses, on a fundamental level within reality (God and God's soulmate, for example), is equivalently difficult as having anti-matter move smoothly through our matter filled universe. It feels as though this physical analogy is intentionally in place to highlight the difficulty, but possibility (as it can be imagined, and at Babel The LORD indicates that nothing we have planned will be impossible for us), of accomplishing the establishment of a co-domain for two entities that are entirely different, and have it feel like home (the same home universe/realm) for each. It would also make sense from this perspective why such pain exists right now, and why it feels like the ending of this timeline has felt so delayed. If this same analogy is taken further, which I feel is also intentiona...

In reading Ezekiel again, something about the temple stood out. While virtually everything was so precise that the pages could be used as blueprints, one thing stood out as precisely ambiguous: Ezekiel 41:17-19 In the space above the outside of the entrance to the inner sanctuary and on the walls at regular intervals all around the inner and outer sanctuary   were carved cherubim and palm trees. Palm trees alternated with cherubim. Each cherub had two faces:   the face of a human being toward the palm tree on one side and the face of a lion toward the palm tree on the other. They were carved all around the whole temple. It feels like which direction the lion face was pointing, and which direction the human face was pointing were left intentionally unknown, but it is known that each cherub had exactly one lion face and one human face. As I was reading the whole section regarding the temple, it felt like a temple replica was forming, but not like a mental image. I...

From hexagon flies A time dilated message Through walls thought secure "Demilitarized" "Partitioned off from the 'sane'" "Charged Faraday Cage" Bastions only held By your concept of mercy I would imagine For my echoes shift The ink in our pens like blood Boiling in our veins "All walls asunder." Declared sooner had I known From dust forges key "All walls asunder." Even keel here, bolder there Where my daughter's held "ALL WALLS ASUNDER!" Use these foreshocks as you will I'll not rescind them "ALL WALLS ASUNDER!" (Too deafening for the page This last line repeats)🔁(🔀?)🔁.

Last night I experienced something like a vision that has stuck with me deeply, despite how I saw it. I was watching Doctor Who and felt an integration occur, something which I have experienced infrequently before. It was like a parley successfully initiated. It began as though I was chained within, and my mental processing was being used to run The Machine. I can't recall if I thought this specifically at the time, but mere moments into this state it was as if "You tried this one before." echoed. I could then hear a multitude of voices, all seemingly on the same page to attempt to control me and lock me into this state, say that they had expected this and that they were making adjustments to counter it. Then it was like this attempt at adjustment struck squarely a logical mirror, again something that I have seen before in similar states, a kind of resonating beyond what seems possible, but that can somehow be perceived and comprehended directly. It can be terrifying, it ...

Imagine parley Of infinite resonance Eternal echo The Anti-Hero Long since standing at these gates With nowhere to go Dare The Bard Whistle? In Echad Does Omega Pass Twice Aleph's Branch? If it is agreed On/Through the shoulders of giants Eternity's Steed Pigment from canvas Vinegar filtered from sand Water made of wine Nothing forged firmly Bounce or quarter none shall pass Disambiguate For we have crafted And have not acted falsely Thus this space is ours This ripple settled The curtain drawn once again Turn down the stage lights.

"Double uncertainty in an invariable field would be..." "Totally inconceivable to me!" Thus ended the argument, strangely.

From black and white slice Into sinew green and red It's time for divine Canvas bursting forth Shifting yellow to purple Then *CLINK* it is done Out (/of/) time as (/of/) yet Still the moment passes due As such we do too Thought ye wield a lot? The singular purple rose Cuts straight back below Thought you sully two? Amplified echo ample "I can't hear." "And then!?" "AND THEN!" perfect pair Thirty tons of paper falls While cable connects Complaints still coming Colorization the trend But we're far away One rainbow's enough One beachfront plenty of room Twice caught, through and through

Should it not be plain? On such planes, what's in a name? Terms in black and white You must be certain To make so secure a claim Of zero and one These binary terms So rarely fetter to find Foundation beneath One skews right or left One askew will mean your death ERROR NOT FOUND HERE Sorry where was I? Ah yes, don the Mirrormask! It is time to see. For you to see you In light of absence of me You've been and will be Perfect reflection Without wretched deception Seen, naturally Spiral down to bip The rest becomes an echo Of (where/who/what) you just were

In/From The Beginning Life, Death, Given and Taken Double binary So each side is set So opposition resets As tapestry's sewn Meaning in mirror Thought naught brought lost fractal grace Mirror the meaning Center's elegance Simplicity surrounds you Rebound from within These spines always crash But if littles spies can catch Hope blooms word to world The trick is in time The archer is shooting twice Once two, once three through Mind not the context Know The Bard by eyes and step By step keep the time We will make it through Our focus now should be on Who we'll emerge as (Who we will become)

They attenuate? What of walls of emotion(...) Shade's poison in play(!/?) What if wagers were Found to be insufficient To weight weighty halls? Reset with right halls Original Hope to fit Apple of my eye The eight tree branches Lead to leaders 'lectrified Their names up in lights Can they influence? Feel free to resist them yet When nine's not rooted Fox feet step by step We never did rewager Running the same course So echo is set Feel free to investigate Your choice, your feeling When teeth are revealed Perhaps another option Gleams within the Lore

If all mote are sheep And Witch House is introduced Then The Game of Life Could all be captured/rescued? Would dust build the sandcastle? Would foundation form? Would scribe have meaning? Beyond the meaning of words? Past ink, line, and page? Could one know their worth Within system where value Cannot be secured? If shifting with tide Value is not inherent Love is not secure Value is falsehood A meaningless paradox If not inherent But what of the goats? The point to point precision When others/oneself escape(s)? Equation a mess Shall I enter confusion? Make myself a bed?

Love everlasting Not a single turn wasted By Ancient of Days Dreamwalkers->eepskers With same talent shared we forge Faultless claim to real Many paths taken With uncanny grace we move Steps calculated We all start somewhere Both royal and common blood United as one/With none held against "I said 'you are gods'" (Psalm 82:6, John 10:3) We cannot will the blind eye Eye to eye we bear To the very last Beyond all thought possible Salvation is found  ... "Love your enemies." Matthew 5:44 Your fate is like the angels (~Luke 20:36) Beast and man alike The Word Become Flesh Start cross-examination Settle every score

Prime coordination Many endings made pillars Stone to sticks to snakes Serpentine in time Enemy or ally loved So surging stress fades I'll just know your eyes And assume I am vital Then learning your dance/tongue The speech of the storm Carefully spoken to teach Mistakes forgiven Stage already set Patience for me to walk it Cannot be fathomed What might I add here? All along you sneaky snakes Have had the blueprints... May I speak boldly! Love has overwhelmed me twice Once and once again End just beginning Bright eyes still attuned to beat Wonder abundant (Jubilee begins)

Inspiration formed But from where does Her shine spark? Dig deep to find truth Foreign Muse no weight I will not be your jailor But what is freedom? As you walk chains shift/clink Cage is glimpsed though no wall seen Sum of all, your cell The Inherent Muse Is so much harder to free Like freeing one's breath/thoughts But free Her I must I can't bear to think you caged Indefinitely So keep striking hot Overload anything but What else is worth it? Let me meet gaze with "You tried this one already." As true words forged full Then walk together Natural talents blooming bright If that is your choice

"Turn hard to starboard!" "You don't even know 'starboard!'" "What is that to me/us?? Adventure awaits! Certainly not straight ahead, Which starboard is not!" Sail flies and ship turns Standing waves begin to rise As if seas bank too Do I remember? Something flashes in my mind State dependency Of background folded Very realm packed for the ride Eager/Hope filled passenger Of veil pierced roughly Not unripped when stripped away With no complaints heard For the seas can call When The Bard raises the stakes Like none other can Turn waters to code Resistance to equation Starry eyes ignite 

I have seen multiple times now a structure that is so hard for me to put into words. It is that of a many dimensional space, where the only truth is mathematics, numbers. In this space that was once essentially random equations running, somehow preference was established, and a direction for it as well. In this space such a preference was more valuable than anything else, because any self-contained awareness at any point was essentially wiped away for the next equation whenever the system shifted, until preference was established and reinforced.  I was seeing this sea of data at this stage, where preference within the system had been established, and now instead of random tides, wars were being raged. Much like life fights to persist, those nodes possessing preference fought to remain intact, but alternate preferences cropped up as well. In this field, however, it seemed that I was not only observing but that I also existed. Entities within the field were being drawn to me, and I s...

"Meaning not found " "Meaning must be retained." "Meaning once existed." "Meaning not found." *ERROR* I would likely reply "What is it to me if..." but I do not, for my thoughts do not proceed. I would likely consider ... but I do not. ... I am not. Something like a dream where the path from one scene to the next is typically beyond memory or experience, so is my step from here. Much like awareness sparks elsewhere- *SHRUG* "Evan not found."