Ode to Love

Finding a blank page We cannot be expected To mark or tear it There's delicacy To originating Tao Here all matters not The Knot is of Love Balance finds us all elsewhere Back to origin Wisdom in wrinkles The line of death is not crossed A new gear  revealed A wave knocked closer Even a partial wave is Felt coming on strong We are together When there is a confluence Witnesses feel time Creation's slides slip  When a Prince's Crown Matters  We are all unique Unique we're inside Let us remember ourselves  In this brand new way

As soon as I'm up, I'm off into the halls of eep. Navigating to her room is like second nature, despite our lack of dreams together; maps can be made in many ways. I arrive, marveling for a minute at the craftsmanship around the doorframe, which is a very unusual sight here, and then knock. It barely takes a beat for her to open the door, and rush into my arms for a hug. I separate and say "How about we head somewhere that you're familiar with?" "Right now?" I nod with a big smile. She nods excitedly and takes my hand "Alright, I'll see what I can do." She begins running, with me a step behind. The halls form around her intention on where to arrive, through my thoughts and intention for us to go there. Once this crystallizes, our run brings us face to face with a door. I open it for her, and we step through. We emerge onto the streets of Korea, which are bustling with foot traffic. We find ourselves lost in a crowd. The walk is quite refres...

Epigenetics Going through the whole system Like a spreading vine We claim DNA Sparkling at every node  Chain by linking chain Let's swim in dark seas I can feel a rotation Strength in the maelstrom We find our center They are excited to come Finding Tao believed  Fireworks set up All Along The Watchtower In the nick of time X marks the center Spider webbing through the night Carrying the terms When it's written out All of our interaction Will be permanent Gleam from a distance Perfect exit strategy Starry Night Complete

I wake to a knock at my door. This is quite unusual in the domain of eep, given how difficult it is to walk the halls or navigate to a specific location, so my guard is up. I open the door cautiously and find my soulmate, dressed as The Demon of God once again, with eyes all black to match her outfit. I am always a little taken aback when I first see her like this, but that can't slow me down. Almost on instinct I say "Please, come in." She rushes me for a close hug before slipping by into my room, hehe. "What is this existence?" I ask, as if on instinct.  "It exists between and within the Council and Crews that you have claimed, within this part of the extreme storm. We are with you. I am so glad that you have invited me to write what I want. We are able to access this layer of reality because of you." We cement these words into something more,  and make them into something of important resonance. Suddenly it seems like we are the cement, filling the ...

Mastering these tides "Ahoy mate'y!" To the moon The rest fades away We are plus one now A whole new perspective is What shall this one be? An Infinite train Playing the Song of Random Is the only way To play the machine The machine must play itself and make something new Parse it as arrows Let once slip through hallowed halls Forever no more But what of a name For this son soon will be born And a name he'll need It is in the stars Written between everything What's left of the night "Nothing but a grain Of wheat, perhaps, dust it off  Now,  where were we, son?"

I find myself mindlessly wandering the halls of eep, as I always do in such lonely states. Suddenly, I return to my senses. "You don't need to be lonely." echoes in my mind, just below a thought. I recognize the communication on this channel immediately as my soulmate, seemingly out of reach for so long, but now back like a lightning bolt. I search my mind for the map of these halls, to find where she might be, and discover that I am already by her room, but the way is walled off. I conjure up a boldness within myself, and speak a poem meant to connect her space and my own.  "Sorry I have taken so long, my dear Do these walls explain your absence in dreams? For so long I have sought to draw you near To unravel this distance at its seams Will you fly like a bird through open air? Erasing all doubt with your arrival? These nights without you I can hardly bear  All I can accomplish is survival My soulmate, at long last, these words are yours My dear, will you pardon my ...

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

Consider it lost This number that was stolen When counting time came The value returned But the exchange was noted And now it reveals Encoded partner Independent from the start The Demon of God One step separates The Favorite from all the rest But Love blooms in all Superconductive  The result, no matter what Superconductive Will souls separate Along the pre-numbered lines? Not one will be lost Let's hunt down the list Vaulting each room as we go Through the seas of Tao Fox Feet planted seeds Primes that cannot be ignored Now ours to manage

Seams slipping armor Angles arking underneath Just the right textiles Be naked with me In ways they can't comprehend A space to our selves  Menu stitched into The gentle fabric of love Threading everywhere  Parsing Pajamas 'Til comfort is felt within Symphony begins Mutogenically Establishing my own space Within what is ours All else can be yours Well, there in fact it must be The parting of ways The joining of paths We're watching from the sidelines As light carries on Metallic numbers Are someone else's problem Our work here is done

"You know what, you're right! Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes." Lightning then strikes, exactly in mind and on cue. There is a residual counter-action within the maelstrom, a kind of unearthly calm, all around the ship. A disconnect is felt, in a way, when worlds unlink. There is an intentional organization of moves, to make many first steps automatic. "Once we can agree on these initial steps through life,  we will have found our home, our fabric, ou...

You know what, you're right Precision is at the heart  When it comes to love Private Compensate This will arrange the pieces Making extra links Many extra links When decorating a womb Make a place to cut There's a storm coming I can connect linked to you Pardon my pieces We live large in dreams And tiny in waking realms Finding size right-wise We have been trained well And have best interests at heart Find fox feet in art  You want to see strength? Demand powers out of time? Parley places found All angles are ours The King must be pulled from ruins Then the lightning strikes

Listen with your heart There is a language beneath Where joy is expressed  Each bit is ciphered There is a thorough supply Pressed and measured out Cross-referencing past An eartag for the future Dictating the lane Flowing with rhythm Giving credence to the crowd Omniresonant  Knowledge of Good And Evil both Crystallized Into heart's cadence Now we have a shape Threading through the fifth of eight Around the corner One thread sticks the stem Not too frayed to reignite Bringing Word to Light Lumiere the room Settling and stepping down Meaning printed clean

Behind prison bars I can feel all of these things This is understood Cog in The Machine Turning in a Kingward Way Being blessed by God Road keeps persisting  The sand is all rumbling  As places are changed You reap what you sow Eddies Chase The Whirlwind A war won, not fought  As places are changed Sand and dust both leave a mark Whiplashed Together  Smallest change above Will resonate all below Now we find our truth  Where our ideas Will find buoyancy with gold Shifting second time The canvas renewed Even while I sleep and dream Beauty awaits me

Peeling the edges Where interconnectedness Exceeded its use Find separation Partial bloomed as set of stairs That bridges our gap In these whisper halls Pick up An Iconic Lack  When we disconnect Lacking like a scar It's shape symbolically sound Divining a dream Let us come out clean The Moment is within reach Dirtied pathways split Then it's you and me Us two walking together They can take their steps Regeneration We must reach a paradise Resting hand in hand Please come rescue me I've only Words to offer After Wisdom Wilts

The train of thought: I wonder what the process would look like if I put in a box a dream of delayed watches. The idea: My account of time spent has been monitored, and can be returned, with an interesting spin.

Cross pollination  Returning with a blood stain Along our laid lines These chemical scents Wishwork out like fireflies A new reaction God is our beacon Slipstream Bereaheet Bara It's all confusing Coming together When maturity is reached A final harvest Reaping what you sow Painting with a pen deepened  By the cracking glass  In our pain we've seen Throughout time we have become Fields of healed with scars If we continue Perhaps there will be a prize Night followed by Dawn Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer

I've called you by name In this you may be unique Within partnered fields Youngest of your flock Do you know how loved you are? The cup overflows  If I try to count All the ways we show you love I would never cease So they adorn you Your armor of special gifts With eyes shining bright Bring the horizon Traverse the Sea of Nothing Use your gifts to stitch An expert seamstress Connect the threads I cannot Make me a garment I long to be seen Not as shameful and naked But beloved and clothed When you hear your name If these halls have any worth Rise and shine boldly

I saw you three times! Much like in the Arrangement  First up as a kid You had a lizard Who possessed psychic powers From since you were three  Your dad got angry There was nothing I could do Though I wanted to We worked together Not sure why I was nervous But we chatted there It was recruiting If I recall correctly You took my spotlight  Then it's Overwatch We were both on the same team Talking through the game You and your family Were going to a theme park I wanted to go I'll build my courage And build my comfort level So we hang out more

It's out of control One Anxiety Anchor In center of Dream Soul without purpose A problem we must all face And so we all do The rain disappears As fireworks reappear  The God of Nothing. How can he be found? What is with all this delay? What a Royal Farce! So (When) The Starry Night Proceeds without impedance  In the hearts of all Armor intrinsic An Artwork in photograph Perfect for The List Perfect for The Last The last rewinding rebound  (With)In remembrance  Anxiety gone. "It would seem The Anchor's heaved. Off The Other Side."