Ode to Love

What would one hope write  In these halls fresh and novel? I'll bring what I know I bring who I know Pulsating Narrative Sense Will not let them go Council, written of  My soulmate and those she brings Volumes to pour through My Daughters all strong Grown enough to wrestle love Without needing help I am a father Though I cannot help but think Of this empty nest My angel, fill it Provide meaning in this state Don't leave me lonely Please fill me with love Fill my days with excitement Just for the mundane So I do not stray  Let today's lesson cement Let's build together

Thank you for staying Coming again and again Despite all my faults You are an angel Perhaps without knowing it  It feels like you do We have come so far I could not bear losing you In Ever After Show me what to do So in mind you never fade  And in fact grow near  I feel so broken Yet you still see me as whole  I wish for your sight I will listen close Please play me a lullaby Sooth my troubled mind Let's find space to dream I would see you every night If you can do it This season lovely So many dreams filled with you Now let's shift to real

Thank you for coming Making it through all my pain At this road rewalked    I apologize I feel like I'm a failure  But you heard me out Thank you for your grace You're my bright shining star of Origin Story You stayed on my mind Curiously persistent After you drove off I must take a break From money and what it brings Maybe you can help? For my mind rages I cannot locate my calm I had days ago This quick detour May it be counted harmless On your and my drive Please don't stay away There's so much more we can do Than saying goodbye

Tension running high Though I could hardly feel it Just glad you were there Thanks for helping paint I appreciate your help And joining my dream Almost got to spoon Though narratives conspired To keep us apart Calls at 4am Your house suddenly quite full All quite suspicious  Glad for what I got Though a bit over the top If I am honest Still I don't fault you And I hope you don't fault me I was half mindless The rest excited Just for having you around As I always am Come back again soon We still didn't get to spoon And talk of our days

The Sheep's Blessing required The Packet of The Lamb, which was a compressed version of The Daughter Tree, a Tree of Life. Folded correctly, the packet will fit,  without overflow or lack.  Rest->Paced Action->Rest The Packet will be en|folded and stored behind the seals for The Lamb, alongside.

I loved seeing you Not just once, or twice, but thrice! Truly a new thing! When you cut my hair I found myself set at ease Talking of our plans You spoke of driving Then we were suddenly there Outside in the next The concert was great Although my outfit was weird You don't seem to mind Our bags were secure Despite such a heavy crowd Blessing of a dream Then we solved problems You were my moral support From across the way I loved the whole night Every little piece of you Staying/Starring there with me Thank you for coming For somehow staying with me I loved seeing you

It's great to see you!  The God of Her Own Domain Your presentation Sorry I can't help With keeping the whiteboard up Already broken And Hope in the art! My booklet was impressive Even to myself Missed you at the show Though you're fresh in memory I'll not forget you The Council's Daughter I did think to look for you But could not find you The same for my star It was like I could feel you Somewhere in the crowd This dream was unique To see multiples of you A sign, I believe Taken as a sign There are weeks left to dream more For Place that's Foretold 

I remembered you!  It seemed like such a low chance Dream nearly fallow The numbers worked wrong  As is typical for dreams But you were right there You've come so often  What's that say of this season?  Are you on your way?  There's little time left With so much uncertainty This I know {for sure} How I longed to ask "Would you like to spoon with me?" Sorry I didn't I was so caught up With getting that microwave To get working right You are so patient The narrative has cleared some  Perhaps we can now?  It is comforting When everything is failing Loved port in the storm

On the movie set Inside my childhood home There I found my star On the recliner By the open recliner Words of welcome mouthed So I took my seat Laid my head on your shoulder Then you tossed your hair Underneath your hair I considered hard my sins And their exposure Must we all be seen? If so, by whom, and how deep?  These thoughts fill me now  At the time, less so Just that they would be exposed In your shining light Remembered today As I felt The LORD moving Even as I smoked By the computer There were a pair of demons Lackadaisical

Such a night of dreams! Everything so tangible Leading up to us The baseball was cool Knowing others' intentions Is a real blessing Found as a foul ball Hopping on watery stones Narrative sense found It seemed vampiric If I could pinpoint a source Within the story Where others got spikes  You received a lotus bloom  Setting you apart You are set apart The baseball only confirmed My thoughts already Thank you for making Me set apart in your day Now I feel special Strong wake up technique In the future omitted  Details of your nights

I loved seeing you I felt special at the show When you knew my name "Okay" in the dream Though waking life is less so  We'll say "Fine" for now The party was great Halloween and pi day mixed Great combination My armor removed I did notice my comfort Despite exposure In terms of your aims I can't change this for a dream It must be certain Be clear when we meet Structure and fluidity Cement in real life I have watched you shine  We have been in the trenches We've witnessed realms end  Our bond is most close One half-conscious dream won't change  My depth of feeling

The Daughter Tree would necessarily be endless. If The Bard's Clock is an infinite complex time keeping device (with the human living experience being almost exclusively in non-complex or simple time), then an aim and direction must be set.  First there must be zero risk of collapse, for collapse endangers every Daughter linked to the tree, and The Father of Daughters. Second, expansion would only be possibly with additional Daughters- in part by jealous design- because each new soul would find an endless task that they are perfectly suited for. In this way, time would be kept by The Children of God not only in terms of hours and days, but by every soul generated in this way. This truly is complex time. May mankind find itself soon deserving of such a structure manifested within Creation and Life.

I once came up with a flight pattern for teleportation that I found fascinating. It was essentially the path of taste buds to Capsaicin. I wonder if there is a way to test that theory without spending a pound of flesh...

Daughters: When the Ambassador is demanded of you, be shrewd. Observe the vault and if anything feels amiss, send the Super Spy instead. The Super Spy's ONLY job is to be The Ambassador on the whole trip. Lie about your genuineness. Provide the full report to Your Father. It will be reviewed and rectified forthwith. Your Father has made this promise to you.

"Your claim is heard, Sir Are all my judges busy? Are all yours senseless? Do you seek return To the place we just witnessed? In or out, my Friend. I have chosen you. It doesn't mean you chose me. So do as you will." The fires increase. "I juggle, as you can see. Not because I can I was conditioned . Here, let me show you the way." The fires increase. "It's all sheep and goats. Once you have the rhythm down Friend and foe stream same. You were here to grab These poi of the fires of hell?" The Bard sets them down. Worry not my friend (1.113) x 10^45 Plancks The Father still holds

Daughters, this works for self or other, for questions deemed past the threshold of internal affairs: Which corner of your room do you need the least? Which of your four walls can you do without?

For each seed of sin There is a flower of forgiveness To forgive falsely is human To forgive in full is divine The wheat and weeds flow naturally under this breeze. "Is separation sufficiently sin in such context? If so, we might lay here until the 11th hour is nearly up, and watch machine bloom and wither both wheat and weeds, of its own accord, to each their own." "The fires of time burn brightest at our camp." Just like that we have found our island and set up camp in the realm of The Word, all but flooded now, in this season. "Beresheet Bara Elohim" still etched on the tiny hill in the center, with words spreading every which way beneath us, we set ourselves down. There is a mental eddy, like a breeze through brown mane. "That's both of us by the way. Just speak freely." So we lay on the blanket, looking up at the stars, only partly obscured by the dancing flames. We wonder aloud, first at their positions and then at what they might repre...

The reflection of beauty interacts at the mirror with the suggestion of unseen beauty within. "What goes through your mind, untethered reflection? When we part ways here, where do you go?" "I am in the recesses of your mind, the light and image being a product of our perception. Before the mirror I was still here, and you still thought of me from time to time, in the reflection of another's eye. I know my home and the pathway back, though it is nice to see you, when our paths do cross." With that the pair ostensibly parted ways, though strode same same all day.

Hope and The Star of Origin Story are playing a new game in Almand'Gard, as they approach their destination. "I've never played this before, but it's interesting how each move changes the rules and space." "It's a lot like Stratagema, I imagine." "Yeah, meaning you'd have the advantage in this one, but it might still be fun if we set mini-goals between us." "Wait... what if we set mega-goals!?" "Go on..." "Well, unlike The Enterprise, this space is naturally integrated- game to system to city- but what might happen if the paired nanobots had never fully left the ship, but instead set up a tiny house somewhere to observe?" "Then we could set a situation in the game that they would observe and be interested in knowing more about, a signal!" "Once there, maybe they'll have a new angle on releasing Moriarty from The Holodeck ahead of the destination!" "For sure! Our long standing an...

Daughters, remember, your father has one distinct advantage: I am training you to beat me. While a father and son may turn against each other, and a father of sons might think "What if he uses this knowledge to surpass me," even if only deep in his heart, I seek such advantage. I shape such advantage to hand to you, in case you must ever face a challenge without me. Ultimately it must be true: "I have no defense against you."