There are these moments
On the edge or verge of no thing that
The strivings of some tentacle of vast beginnings
Reaches through
Something of the senses
Like an eye or ear
Emerges from the surface tension
Touched by gestures of this
Line of all beginnings
Thinned and stretched or timed
In rhyme
One might hear faint fierce whispers
Of the sighs sent to the moon
A lover’s swoon
In chorus here beneath the sigh of waves
Mere mortals make this sacred sound
The sound that like the bard
Tells all
And hopes there is the ear
Of our reflection
One Beloved
Close to earth
With ear to ground
Listening for tremors of the heart
Someone who just might
Gno
The secret name of God
We’ve whispered it with lips to ocean’s edge
All foam and froth
And clever smiles
We’ve whispered it against the shores
While grains of sand clung to our face and hair
In sweet abandon
Oh yes…and softer whispers as the flame rose
Bleaching burning derma up the spine
Soft grace
The spiral place
And now returning to the forest of the mind
My lips
Parched dry
The blessed thirst remains
And with these lips
……a kiss
Upon the bark and brine of sea air
Cloaked in fog
And worship as we may
So as to
Merge with matter
At the alter of a single oak

the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above

its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with a paper cup
building yet another castle for the
coming dream of Unicorns

from Thomas's Gospel,
"He who knows the passion of the beginning; knows also the passion of the end..."


“But the Priest of the Moon could no more cross the gulf to come to us than we had been able to cross the gulf to go to him. Some device had to be found whereby we could meet half-way in the abyss of air, and that device was the art of the magical images whereby we visualized the form before the inner eye in the inner kingdoms and he projected therein the mind on mind here no man was, and heard the words where no man spoke, for the thing came across the gulf on the wings of fantasy; for fantasy is the ass that carries the ark, as they said in the ancient mysteries………………”

Thinking about the fall lately and sure enough a 1001 items fall into me lap.
Somehow dreams are fun when a thought wakes us dreamy and wondering.
Something about not analyzing OR spiritualizing…but “Humanizing” …thus removing constraints…a sort of refining matter.

The drone
The cicadian drone
In the heat of evening mist
Heavy handed
Thunder from the bloom
Hummed through a comb
Of feathered fecundity
The song
The song
The Song of Songs
Holds us here
Believing in the unnamed spheres
Hinted at through blatant gestures
Stumbling childlike on the breaded path
Standing all anew
Upon the rock at water’s edge
To stretch
To arch
To face the Countries of the Summer Skies
While calling for the fire-like tendons
Once again to rise
And climb again the spinal structure to the stars

I no longer sing the Song of Songs
But lean upon logistics of creation’s cooing in the night
And swear by all the former tenets of the moon
To wait
Again
And again
And again
To fill these empty thighs with God

Sparrow Rider
more than the pounding of hoofs
across the snow covered dreams
deep steppes
or shrieks and squeaks of leather
straining against ataunt clasp and kick of heels
more than the frantic rhythm
into the sides of anima or
urgent fields of callings
from the watching forests
bathed in night drippings
of an absent moon
but
sweaty
close mane d
blending of the steed and face of reason
forced forward
upward
and inward
and a blind blending
to grids and paths
without a cause or form
this slow motioned paradox of time and space
breathes a heavy storm
straight forward
in the spin of spiral nova mind

sparrow rider
thrown
released
and timed
descend by charge and change
again and again a
feathered follies find
course myriad of deaths and resurrections
flashing frantic in the house of mirrors
changing mounts for the
pouring of ships upon some empty moor
stampedes for future nothings
to forge all valleys of death
bridging the reign bows understrange stompings
rhythmed for those
things not yet imagined
while waiting on the question
that mirrors our own

vein musings i hold
these landscapes of varied visions
and all the while I watch
wonder
and wishwithin the garden
all those things Desire
thrusts our body toward

Creation Herself the Trickster!

...rather that I dance the head of pins
than fly these course comings again
and again

pi

hound of god
http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/restoration.html

Last night I went with Shaheda and her son to see St. Matthew'sCathedral, here in DC
I am still in thrall. The murals and mosaics arebreathtaking. We stayed for the mass and heard an inspired preacherwho spoke of culture and the bible passages.Of all the beautiful art that surrounded me, the most impressive wasthe sculpture of Our Lady

http://www.stmatthewscathedral.org/ourladyschapel.html


I wish there was a bigger pic of this but perhaps on your computersyou can see the detail.NEVER have I seen her portrayed in this gesture. The longer I staredat her the more complex I realized the gesture to bee.I am nowlooking for more detail on the creation of this form and its artist.

Tell me ....what do you see????

Also.....When we first approached the cathedral I saw this amazing woman wholooked straight out of an old Garbo movie. Exquisitestance ...walked with a purpose and had a long black cape flowingover her shoulder. For a moment I thought of the old Nuns from mychildhood except she had her makeup on to perfection. I would haveguessed her to be about 60 or so maybe older.But her presence caughtme up and held my attention as if she was encased in a time warp.Later during the mass I saw her come up to communion and again sheflowed between the other parishoners as if she herself was invisable.After the mass I went over to some friends and heard some of the peoplewe had met at the church talking about her.It seems they say she is a bit excentric and homeless.And that every night ,after they close and lock the doors of thecathedral. ...she sets up a lounge chair with an umbrella on thesteps of the church and stays there. She tells them that she isthere to perform a healing.Well ...being a patron of the "foot in both worlds "I was impressedwith her psychosis. What a profound choice.I caught her eyes as she was setting up after church and we smiledat each other. Then I waved goodbye.

I think I saw, in that instant, an angel.....
don't make me explain...or qualify the grounding of our illusions but see it as metaphor.....and take instructions from the environment

isn't all life a metaphor???

anyways....

I step lighter knowing there is a being focused for our healing

A dance of care or sell
around the blatant core
i find the new recurrance
of the way we seek to sour
the birds are dipping close to mer
the sea sighs in sojourn
the All is watching as the shore
increases its return
all the fae
all the bright
all the beings bourn of light
watch and sigh
wonders why
we cannot find
ways to fly
give me once
a heart to sour
tell me all your dreams and more
hold me in your firmest stance
cycle 'round our ways to dance
colors white
colors blue
know i am the I that's U
kiss me once
kiss me twice
gno the magic
moves in thrice
all we knead to gno
a magic faery show

3:33...just came in from my little jaunt

forgot
it is tourist season at daytona...only 30 miles away but a soso ride with traffic
god how i long for the ocean
been away too long from Mer
the everydayâs set in so
talked with her a bit
we are sisters
she and i talked about giea
even though she (Giea)listened
mostly about girl things
she gave me a few ideas for some new paintings
i asked her why her gates have all these parking lots
steel sentinels gazing out toward her depths
they don't respect her
oilin and pissin and treading all over her pristine sands
and all her daughters and sons
preening and stroking their flesh with oils
some others
like me
all dressed warm and shivering in the 60 degree winds
snow birds standing almost naked in their pretended worshiping
Mer knows my ache and longing
still present in the dream that never sleeps
funny how dark glasses makes one feel invisible
maybe i was
i walked bearfoot in her foam like tentacles
had to chase a few of them
low tide , you know
i wore all white
and a white vest used in ritual a long time ago
roses on the pockets
i prayed
and laughed
and wanted to shout but
didn't want to scare the children
heehee
thought about beauty
and vanity
and conceit
how i used to strut nearly naked
and say to my lovers
"Love me for my beauty"
and they did for a while
i used to wonder if they knew
the millions of women that they slept with
when they came to me
then i would say to my lovers
"Love me as I love you"
they would look at me as a deer might
as the trigger is about to snap
...........and flee
then i would ask my lovers
"Meet me at heaven's gate"
but they never showed
so now as beauty fades
and fear has no place
and pristine sand is so far beneath the surface..
i ask my knowing lovers
"Let me love you. You have no need to touch...or run...
or even meet me at heaven's gate
just permit me to love."
Mer laughed heartily at all my musings
and said
"this love you feel ...
what do you do with it"
i said
"i create"
"ahh "
she said
"than you DO know the Goddess"
t

http://www.wretchawry.com/happy/samples/HappyRhodes_Equipoise02_HeWillCome.mp3


http://www.myspace.com/teaandpi

stellar migration faint stirrings of the mundane feather breezes in n on the winds of change ruffling shuddering flapping flapping flapping wings as if to shake some unseen core reminder of a place to be pacing pacing pacing stirring more momentum faint far callings in the caws n honks from traffic in dark distant skies cold shivers in my back form arches coaxing present form to stretch n lift again some nameless blind relentless pattern of the soul’s imaginings now bend blend bond n bind this vessel far above the fears of winds n tides lifting spreading glowing lapis shades in further flights beyond the stars as seed upon the solar winds submitting to these thermals of creation’s whim just one of countless lovers of all times to bee

blurs of sand and loosened limb
fare well within the cyclic rise of Eden
ha
that is
fare well as doom and drum
the residue of change and tide
that bore
the vessel worn and mossed
upon the banks of Dunbar
active elements of all we see

the Sea
She
rise She up the haunches to the shore
and shamelessly display
the barnacles and wounds
from storms of misdirections
compassed by confusion
fused and sent to silent solace by the Muse
massive starbird best
to clumsy verge of rest
the Vessel sleeps

i've seen the Hammer of the Gods
a blatant bully of the Light
and watched the children scatter to the winds
seeding vast expanse at any cost
fair gold exchanged
the lining all across the
seam of ridges
in the deep

St. Branden gnos
the vision
on other sides and from above
its talons reach into her waves
and form a bedding
for the wounded whales or dolphins
all across the sand

such talons of the sandy shore
once more carress its fortunate captive
staring at Her eyes in sleep
knowing that
the vessel's dreams are but
the visions of labyrinths

and there
aside this massive form
beside the dream
... a child
with but a paper cup
building yet another castle
for the coming dream of Unicorns

The RainbowD.H. Lawrence
She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon. She wanted the moon to fill in to her, she wanted more, more communion with the moon, consummation....She stood for some moments out in the overwhelming luminosity of the moon. She seemed a beam of gleaming power. She was afraid of what she was.
________________________
moonlight ribbon on the darkened sea
new path to unknown shores of sand n rock
unseen
for now imaginings
alone prevail
n
leanings on the rail of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
of longing for the new
crisp winds!
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within a gentle reach
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
aloft this vessel
sails to keep the momentum
toward the never port
treasured cargo
seeding nations
riding both tempest and calm
for the pure joy of it all
from
veils of the
southern cross to
northern peacocks tail
curtains of color
announcing the magnet and the chain
full circle found
through mobius mortal
thought to be extinct
steady as she goes
creating wake
with the force of air
willing captive to the golden mean
full sail for countless final voyages
open
not empty
vessel
not cistern
instrument of the muses
not pawn of the fates
forming the world we thrust our hearts toward
embarking
fearless
to the countries of the summer skies

pi

I sometimes envy those that read the tales and reminisce their internal workings over the years. I have been scorned for never growing up. And that could well be precisely the truth. That literal place of the imaginal has never let its grip lessen in the least over the years. Although ,to notice , one would have to look in times of the unseen. Perhaps a certain indulgence …perhaps a fearce attachment to something tried and true.
Some would call it faith..I call it gnosis only because that is the only word close to my understanding of the process.
The metaphors are truer than the form when breeching prisms of the mind.. And still they remain Prime numbers in this vision. The only difference, that I have acquired over the years, is an ability to adapt. Is that what we all do?
I have figured out that the whole form is based on memory. The shelves of memory take on both the dream and the not dream….without prejudice. Alphabetizing them in the same library shelves ….and once retrieved in future times, is selected only to use in even more different forms…all of it.
There are laws of this realm as well as there are laws in other places of ventures and explorations. And to violate these laws removes your rites to passage. So for that reason all are kept in clear action /creation/discernment, appropriate to the moment and effective for the dance.
I wonder if this is a form of controlled schizophrenia. Hmmm even more interesting.
Perhaps my lounging /musing over this very thing is the same thing as I spoke of at the first.
That is, reflections on the internal makings of our creative natures and their sourceand much more our reflections of our reflectionsJ
Finding the boundaries where nothing is left to be said just starts the chatter all over.
MAN! I LOVE this place!!!!
SPLASH!!!!!
WHOSH!!!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh…..

because I was asked...an explanation:

… the Word without attachment, experiencing the real in the presence of the now.
Aneurisko is a fortunate treasure, friend, and cohort in mischief and laughter. We explore and expand our insights and explorations of the Work through the Beloved… allowing the various forms to manna feast through the logos/word .






aneurisko: I love, love, love...to bake chickens
tea_and_pi: try them with the cumin and red pepper
tea_and_pi: the hot kind
aneurisko: mental note*
tea_and_pi: and the sweet
tea_and_pi: a lot like Indian
aneurisko: I know nothing of Indian spice
tea_and_pi: cumin sutra
aneurisko: unless we speak Karma Sutra
aneurisko: I know the spice of Desire, well
tea_and_pi: delightful
aneurisko: taste my tongue, Lover
tea_and_pi: in the light of within
aneurisko: breathe my deep admiration
tea_and_pi: in sleepy trance of silent eyes
aneurisko: I dream your nearness
tea_and_pi: pools of fathoms
aneurisko: skies of eternal wandering
tea_and_pi: deeper than all we hold in time
aneurisko: broader than worlds men can guess
tea_and_pi: where only light
aneurisko: or light of heart aspires
tea_and_pi: beacons to the bed of stars
aneurisko: and welcomes every wanderer
aneurisko: Homecoming
tea_and_pi: embraces for the lonely souls
aneurisko: or memory of every hope
aneurisko: silent knowing
aneurisko: ever wishing, waking for the gnown
tea_and_pi: breath to breath
aneurisko: heart to Heart
aneurisko: deep unnnnto deep
tea_and_pi: whole for the space of the diamond heart
tea_and_pi: my hand your hand
aneurisko: ever reflected, more sure than any vagrant thing
aneurisko: solid substance
aneurisko: sustenance
tea_and_pi: sweet ambrosia
aneurisko: efflorescence of the Kind
aneurisko: come closer
tea_and_pi: pressed matter for the realm of worlds yet to be seen
aneurisko: present Child, Miracle in the face of men
tea_and_pi: wholly human w holy light
tea_and_pi: embraced in dark
aneurisko: wholly, wholly, wholly
tea_and_pi: blend and hold the space of a kiss
aneurisko: accepting and patient of every worth
tea_and_pi: creations wave
tea_and_pi: in dreams
aneurisko: the motion of honest Desire
tea_and_pi: tsunamis of the heart
tea_and_pi: the motion of honest Desire
aneurisko: or whisper of our secret hopes
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Self contemplative
aneurisko: awesome worth
tea_and_pi: an endless birth
tea_and_pi: fruit of the all
aneurisko: more humbly known and born
aneurisko: than orphans or widows
aneurisko: more common than grass
aneurisko: more bold than the Sun
tea_and_pi: within the depths of soil moist for the seed
aneurisko: we are
aneurisko: ready for the Light
tea_and_pi: deep within the night
aneurisko: latent, potentiality
tea_and_pi: .....i rest within the arms of down
tea_and_pi: wings of eagles
aneurisko: ....i plumb within the arms of Cedars
tea_and_pi: arched for flight
aneurisko: branch of ages
aneurisko: Arch of Might
tea_and_pi: songs of air through the branches
aneurisko: forms of light upon the Aeons
tea_and_pi: shade for the chirplings seeking shelter
aneurisko: strength of prospect for the seeker
tea_and_pi: wing and limb upon the stage of time
aneurisko: arm and torgue of might upon the rage of crimes
aneurisko: Virtue
tea_and_pi: worthy
aneurisko: we are, perhaps
tea_and_pi: worthy in the warmth of sun mere shards from being
aneurisko: more than we know or confess
tea_and_pi: dream with me in the host of dreams beneath the season of new
aneurisko: I find Zero
aneurisko: then revolve the Course of every Thing
aneurisko: Eye of the Hurrah Cain
aneurisko: I AM rest
aneurisko: We ARE ALL
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Alpha/Omega
tea_and_pi: draw in to the center in rest in breathing before the wave
aneurisko: breathe
tea_and_pi: i am your breath
aneurisko: beware the sudden heartbeat rhythms
aneurisko: breathe deep, and trust
aneurisko: rest to breathe
tea_and_pi: in the sleep of mortal that we are
tea_and_pi: we rest

When poet Donald Hall met with sculptor Henry Moore, he dared to ask if Moore believed that there was a secret to life. The response astonishes: "The secret of life," Moore answered without flinching, "is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for your whole life. And the most important thing is - it must be something you cannot possibly do."


Soror mystica

Conceiving of a form
That’s greater than the self
Extended tangent to the metaphor of life
The dance
For in the image left to self but holds the motionless

The force of spiral dynamics creates
Kether to Malkuth
Malkuth to Kether
Lovers in the round
And all the paths that lead
To fruition
The frail stem
Blue apples on a single tree
Fruit of the vine

…yet they persist
deep wells within the dark
to rise
like bubbles from the sludge
mid loch
slow mercury ascent from fathoms
centered in the earth
emerging painfully from Giea’s groin
a hive queen
fed with silver Grails
the royal honey
from the place of dreams
sedentary spewing out the larvae
for the coming hordes
the mark of beasts
He man g o ma
placed within
without
crossed swords of blades
upon the spine

the visions come in random
forced by generation’s marks upon
the body and the soul
the visions flow
and force the like to form

tattooed callings at the waters edge
and wait my turn to tell the shrill cry
Merbird sighs
“Submerge and be!
Put here
your hand with in the wound and see!”

then dive beneath the foam of swift reproach
and flinch with scoff and tides
that say the malady will soon subside

what are these portraits
lightening strikes of space and time
that haunt the waking dreams
they taunt
and tease
and find us on our knees
in thrall
proclaim their beauty in the dark
and mock our fall

the form we share
as all
is singled out to hear the whispered call

And oceans flowing from those I’s that sea
Return and speak again
To that part of the you that’s me

your wrong
it will always be heard
...and i never tire of the deep rumble
bridge o sound
whale song
Solomon's
rider of the seas
from pole to pole
with ear to shore
or inland in the maze of mountains
i am here
attentive to the inner makings of a heart
...and cry the rush of creation
assured the he is well
and suffers his own addiction to life
blessed be
blessed be the He

What else but silence
Curious tilt and scowl
Noting lithe limb and silken skin
Mild morphing under luna light
On random nights
Music breeching through the tethered trees
A slithering
Soft deep massage upon my weary stance
Whats this?
Attending angels to the whims of heart?
Imagined kindness
There upon my brow?
What now
The nature of the lifting tried and true
Mer e counterpoint to earthly treasures
Who knew
Natural as the morph from birth to death
A single breath
Remains within the metaphor
Of paths to doors
Linear prisms seen now through
Long holographic hours
Elementals
Korrigans in trees
And me upon my knees
At Monsalvat
Waiting on the unicorn
Again
And again

I feel the dragon’s weight
I feel the chains of memory
A vestment
Laden with the vines
Of angel’s sleep
And eon’s keep
Across my breast
Heavy heavy
Pulling at the heart of hearts
And shaping for the master
Fangs of Woden
Meant to sever
One more fine aortic rush
A remnant such
As found in Titan lore
That we could never quite ignore
Arched over signs and symbols told in tale
A bardic veil

And John
Who speaks his name aloud
To past remaining portions of my soul’s consent
He speaks aloud
In whispers to the
Now awake
He spoke
And wore me like a mantel
Bore my gold
And called me for his own
From distances not measured by the mile
Or recognized …
.
For fire
Consumed me
Led me
There
In thrall
I cried his name aloud
Releasing to the all
A piece of soul
My soul
And forged a vacancy
No other can attend
No way to mend
Creation’s void

So now I wander
Quite alone the darkest deep
To touch the walls or find the limits
Of this new domain
And call to
Rivers
Chasms
Fields
For those that have attended
Gatherings of angels
From the reign of clouds
That gathering
Across the endless vast horizons
Of the heart
For we have much to share
Within the
“Eye of Aeon”
Entry to the Cave of Treasures
Hand in hand our kin
Will surly rise again
The waves of wonder grounds us to the real
Our scales and feathers
Raise us to these clouds
And calls us to the see
And all the while Leviathan
Rests easy at our feet
Tame by comparison

We all can claim the history of pain and growth
But not until our heart
Has fallen under foot
Gorged from our chest
And offered from His bloody hand upon the alter
Ripped and forged to steel
And downy wing
A instrument of Kings
Can one begin the wise caduceus to the stars
A final death
So as to open up our Eye to sea
The map of our creation
Our participation
Fearless
Relentless
Unbending
Bonsai to the stars

May25,2006

Whereas the grid in hand
Is worth the Stone
The hum and thrum
The pulse of being
Gieas heart beneath me feet
I bend again to place me
Ear to ground
Me face to sand n brine
N flow to other times
In present past

If heart should serve me well
Then one must surly tell and sea
The wave of tidal breath
That moves the shift n grind

And with the sound
The Word
A birdie call is heard
Tremulous and shrill
As if the force of nature streams to closing

"Angels hear me all !
Rise the Aark of Coven!
Let the Song of Songs begin!"

While few and far between
Dispersed
In random dark
With passion
Opens up the heart
Lovers all
Have heard Creations call
To gnu Beginnings

The haunting of a new design
Placed present in the lift o wings
Few birds
Left high among the branches of the coming season’s
Lifting of the blood
Perhaps a futile call to flight
Or night
Where hunger rules

Atop the rock in the sun
I rest
Fur warmed and stroked with textured tongue
A paw to clean the residue of
Hunting from my lips
Free filaments o pollen off me whiskers
For the spacing of the day

Some resident gray rodent
Butterfly or bird
Might be the newest prey
I say
A shattered growl
To those
That just might venture to this thrown
Without a veil or treasure of their own
Fair charge to dragon dungeons
Chains to hold us here
Be fearful
Find
And force the path to new directions of the heart
Then
Pet me if you dare

the little quakes
more of a rocking motion
flowing fields as if a gentle breeze
had stirred their stance
but what breeze brings
about
the barking dogs
the squirrels to trees
the rabbits to their wholes
or Sets the steeds to dust n thunder

painted eye of hours
bent to
count
the ladders prongs

"to see the world in a grain of sand"
its not the flame of setting suns
nor the deer in flight
that sends me to thrall

rather the strivings that we share
and how the form we
sculpture there and here
creates potential
movements of our walk
upon these fields of being
something passed to generations
something for the real
something sculping all the ways to feel

Ah …a seer fully present in the day’s

Of number’s worth

And every second placing all upon

His gold -rimmed plate

The pure reality

Delight in struggles passion for the real

So carefully exposing one small

World in “grains of sand”

Each holographic image

Of the All

A perfect reach

And knowledge of the once

Eternal fall

The shaman with a foot in endless worlds

And present for the rituals that mark the path

(A stroking of the foot that set this path to his delights)

Rattles shaking

Ethers wisely finding/choosing herbs to heal

Or words to make us feel

With breadcrumbs from the meals

Last makings

For the Queen of linen

Building alters to the male

The Muse and inspiration for these bardic tales

The Goddess guise

Full form

Sea priestess for the Mage

An offering in gestures of a home

The living’s perfect throne

Where high on stadiums of ancient gods

The least can see

The parting of the oceans

And a way to Sea

So if I am a witness

As adjacent grain of sand

With sweet abandon do I hear your tales of rhyme

And I

Like her

Contain the whole of being there

As goddess of the life we all must share

As part of all the place and form of being

Building yet another alter there

To lay

In perfect prone

For all in adoration of the worth

Upon the shore of endless sands

In gratitude to all the lesser gods of Earth

And Matter

All mere elements beyond the perfect 4

This mortal coil hosts

Offerings of light upon the endless alters

Flowers from the garden of potential

A beauty rare

There

Portrayed

In simple presence

Of two hearts alone together in the round

My bliss is in the

Actuality of love in all its frailties

Held slightly there intact by choice

My bliss is knowing that this world holds beings

Wrapped in maps of greater strivings

Than the billboards set for drones in thrall

My bliss is knowing that if all this place of matter disappears

In angst

Or star-formed cataclysm

Random dire events forced by the averages of time

That there was on the shores of being

Two mere lovers in the round

Fully there

And present to the simple place of love’s intent

A struggle for the things of life

That’s meant to bee

Perfect presence on the path of

One mere

Poet’s brief encounter

With infinity

....(written with lv and respect for lover's held in perfect presence to the everydays)

And yet

I find these brave souls

Campers in the fog

Upon the mountain

As me best companions

Pockets full of D batteries

And a plastic flashlight

Sentinels

By the edge of the road

Only thing is

I never have been able to tell

(And I have asked them more than once)

…just what they do with all that light and dark and gray

"Only to the extent that we expose ourselves over and over to annihilation can that which is indestructible be found in us."
~ Author unknown

We do

We do “know more than we can say”

And from the very first

The Word has struggled to conceal

As if some secret name of God

Might once

Just once

Reveal

A comfort so profound

That its mere mention

Would entice a hidden bliss

A song or word

That means

A union

Or re union

Just one last sweet siren song

That sings our endless times

Of washing up on shores

The drama dreams

That keeps us looking out to sea

Thigh deep in brine and sand

A touch of real

Beneath our hand

I’m here within the multitude

That ventures to the edge of seas

Alone

Together

Gathering

With in and out of empty hands

Reflections of the stars

That glide upon the breakers

In the night

A part of me observes

The folly in the making of a Fool

And yet

All diamonds gathered

In the palms of Fools

We offer on the alter made of stone

Built long before we stepped

Out of

The brine

Perhaps it’s this alone

The indestructibility

Of all that can reveal

An indestructibility of all that we can feel

To feel the moon

Move through my blood is no mere dream

To please

Or open queenly stance

Its rather of the soil and mud

We reach our body through

A body flavor

Tasted by the whorls of ruddy liquid

Coursing through these veins

Our inner eye that sees

Our inner ear that hears the rhythm

As a counterpoint of

Ancient drums

I’m looking at

The place of all emerging flower patterns

In the sky

And I

Hum softly some

Random scatterings

Across the floor

Creating in the mind

Moses Staffs

That turns to snakes before the Kings

Or serpent tangled trees

Or is it lay lines of the earth

Not seen but gnoing the effects

And worth

Unlearning constellations

So as lovers we can relearn

All the valleys of the flesh

Re membering

All former shadows

Of our parts we scattered or’ the Nile

Twin mates within a womb of wombs

Retold as tales

To children in the round

A bedtime story

Of what love holds for us all

Not just one fall

But endless scamperings around the maze

Little furry things

We lift our eyes in wonder

As we finally stop looking at the walls

Lift voice

And make some birdie calls

to have heard/read one song
one tremulous and ancient voice
reminder
that the lines and colors of the soul
are but vague words
few shades of evening on the endless spectrum
of our dream imaginal
i live
the place of dreams
and dance
the chords of lines across the sky
horse tails
fish scales
the only vision in the place
of wind and sea
yes
treasure in and from the eyes
where past the word of tongues
a silent lift of gnoing
glimmers in the glance between
our breathing
seeming
ways
...i have to smile
and notice as your body shifts upon the chair
i saw the gesture there
that let encryption of the heart
be known
the winged one
you are
hands folded in disguise
your mask told all
while all the senses turned at
once both
here and there
casual in conversation for the world to see
but all the while our souls had lifted to the place of "yes"
and formed another
limb full bloom
beneath the oak and elm
separating roots
entwined within the earth
reversed
to depths unknown
forming waves and curtains on the wall
persephone's persistant dream
as i recall
to keep the dark at bay
and all the while your breeze of breath
had opened all the curtains wide
to gaze upon the coming dawn
.....but first
the passing of the night....

There are these moments

On the edge or verge of no thing that

The strivings of some tentacle of vast beginnings

Reaches through

Something of the senses

Like an eye or ear

Emerges from the surface tension

Touched by gestures of this

Line of all beginnings

Thinned and stretched or timed

In rhyme

One might hear faint fierce whispers

Of the sighs sent to the moon

A lover’s swoon

In chorus here beneath the sigh of waves...

Mere mortals make this sacred sound

The sound that like the bard

Tells all

And hopes there is the ear

Of our reflection

One Beloved

Close to earth

With ear to ground

Listening for tremors of the heart

Someone who just might

Gno

All the secret names of God

We’ve whispered it with lips to ocean’s edge

All foam and froth

And clever smiles

We’ve whispered it against the shores

While grains of sand clung to our face and hair

In sweet abandon

Oh yes…and softer whispers as the flame rose

Bleaching burning derma up the spine

Soft grace

The spiral place

And now returning to the forest of the mind

My lips

Parched dry ...

The blessed thirst remains

And with these lips

……a kiss

Upon the bark

the bark with brine of sea air

Cloaked in fog

And worship as we may

...we may

So as to

Merge with matter

At the alter of a single oak

pi are square

the comfort sheets and feathered pillow
are but launching pads for eagles flown and doves return
former fair games for children in the vision of the mind
a certain kind
as open doors received them all accountable
for years of play (sometimes dismay in repetition)
but mostly to the realms of edges/verges
not unseen
but dreams waved off as fantasy
that's true

and all
the greatest teachings
earth timed
poured and moored
from aprons of the mind
(the Mason kind)
as all were gathered round the sacred fire
or lifted to the skies in ships of unknown alloy
OH and classrooms of a sort mundane
or lone quest in the wooded forest
there among the creatures feral
tame by comparison
and then
the recent crowded classrooms in a labyrinth of universities
with Bosch-like stairs

the secret 10 unburdened all their wares
into the pockets of a child
a noisy bunch they were...
then as the time of matter happened
there I stood
in routine mudras
fast preparing for the day
that saddest day
they left
they went away
.....I cried

for all the sadness in the sound of silence
thundered like vast vacuums of the spheres
not once imagined in these planes of earth

never did I know such silence
never but a kiss upon the cheek
or mild farewell
just thunder silence
how was I to know the Aeons sight
was held at bay
the gift of meager mind could not reflect these things
they could have left a sign
or templates of their Gold
or maybe just a Stone

I thought and wondered
what grave sin did I commit
why would they not let me come home
so changing clothes to once begin the days routine
a shift to bring
the All to matter form
oh yes
and all the gifts
they took them too
and left inside one pocket
such a tiny seed
perhaps a coin
I’m never sure
and in the other pocket
placed 2 promises that I should keep

course and clumsy
now i scaned all worlds for one fair sign
to find the placement of such items of the gods
why bother when they could have placed it there themselves?
so that I just don’t bore you with the details of the past
its just to say
...time past

for love I lent the coin the seed and fell it to the rocks
and watched
while my own foggy sight
drew foggy portraits of illusion's cause
and yet
not so
but paradox
the soul pierced gladly
thrice within these grave attempts

so now
I fast retrieve these gifts
Two placed anew
now I will not with any hesitation
Set my hand within the wounds
and see if furtile ground can bleed
and feed
and grow
this oak or apple tree
before I set such precious seed or coin

earth time will pass an urgency to find
fruition of the tiny task
one sign
no number
casting back
no thing
no fear
into the Giea plan
geometries
across the grid

realization in the acceptance
not the giving

long waiting in the desert of the mind
hard derma full encapsulating steady sleep
the fragile point of all beginnings
waiting on the moisture breech
a liquid reach
that feeds a timed response
within
and then
expands n stretches first the life-ped
stable held to place
positioned for receiving grace
expansion reaching slow minute meanderings
away from all geometries of earth
reach reaching toward the son
…..though futile in the reaching
still one thrives within the warmth
relentless
until death
we'll turn to follow
face
and find
life’s banner for the real
moonlight ribbon
in dark of night
a glance toward
moonlight ribbons on the darkened sea
shimmering the path
toward unknown shores of sand n rock
yet to be seen
for now imaginings
alone prevail our
leanings on the rail
of ancient dreams
a ship
that trips and glides the silken waves
and desert sands
sails sighing
longing for the new
the words must now be spoken
close to each companion’s ear
where breath felt syllables and
scent of skin
n minting rush of knowing
leans within
a gentle reach
a tree side sleep
but never breeched
for want of steady stride
stomp stomping underfoot
a shadow trance
a mummers dance
reflecting all the dark sides of the moon

pi2004



Eros and Psyche

it was always you
each touch of human hand
upon my tiny brow
when kittens sitting restless on my lap
or all the sweet scent of new fields in play
or galloping down hillsides to the stumble fall
...and laughter

it was always you
the downy blankets
folding up the child in dark of night
slight shadows in the closet
soft scamperings across the floor
the unknown elememtals from the
crevice in the wall
...and dreams

it was always you
when first a stolen kiss upon my lips
fell wet and silly from your
worry
I would run
....I did
but then returned
and shared some tales from ancient lands
relentless myths
....and smiles

yes
always you
the one I cried for at the fountain
of our youth
and stirrings in the real
wells overflowing
magic brine from eyes to match their dreams
.....always the eyes

each love
another you
a magic in the round
each heart
symphonic risings on the path to be
I stretched
and leaned
and tried to hear the whispers from
your hidden lips
a messenger of love
beyond what might be heard
glossolalic sound
the words
the crys of joy and pain
demanding that I look for you again
in dark of night
.....I did

it's always you
each heart of lover mate or friend
each pointing in their way
the Way
to Oz
where
Scarecrows Tinmen Lions at the gates
both shout and whisper

"find the endless Others
Lovers gesturing for you to wait"
....I waited

and just once
just once you truly came to see
just once you truly knew
that it is
here for us to sea
then just as fast dismissed it with a smile
the turning of the soul
proclaimed
earths shifting poles
a scattering of former holdings in the night
...i fell
...i cried
...i truly died

no rumplstilskin turning hay to gold
no merlin magic blending you to me
just memory of memory
the inner dreams between
the real
and how we feel

once....
just once
at all beginnings
in that place we met
on beds of grace
concealed
revealed by lanturn
ahhh
such untold beauty...
an angelic face
revealed and posed
our beacons to the place of bliss

drawn by some forces other than our own
i felt the true as raptured bliss
a single kiss
before i turned to stone
...I'm once again alone

From Dion Fortune's "Sea Priestess"

"I am she who ere the earth is formed
Was Rhea Binah Ge
I am that soundless boundless bitter sea
out of those deeps life wells eternally
Astarte Aphrodite Ashteroth
Giver of life and bringer-in of death
Hera the heaven on earth Persephone
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
All these am I and they are seen in me

...Drink of the waters of Persephone
The secret well beside the sacred tree
Who drinks the waters of that hidden well
Shall see the things thereof he dare not tell
Shall tread the shadowy path that leads to me
Diana of the Ways and Hecate
Selene of the Moon,Persephone"
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Persephone Rising

waves of being
pass or' dreams
relentless in the risings
as those things that bleed
or need
such due consideration
love's determination to proceed
without caution
in fearless steppings over
being and not being
indifference to the question
can one gno
...to godlike fists in challenge
toward the ruddy skies
and one last matter of our big and little death
death as all deaths seen before
once again restore
or float
or fall
consider the eternal all
vertigo when set to mind

but then considering the smaller deaths
fretting at the thoughts and wonders
spoken outside of my realm of understanding
if i try to hold each word
to cause and meaning nature suffers
(poring over notes)
for this as tried and true to artists brush
a flowing paint of sound
movement through the interplay
of rift past rift
the compliment
is in the different knowings
owning all or one…
i sea the one…just one
again i say i see your care and patience
finding
voice to speak all names of gods
performing ciphers through the mind to brush
in comprehension
yes
again we turn toward excellence as well
as from the Will
and yet the shape and form
flows through our fingers
like the sacred springs

thought i
“long of words
that i might be attached to
what comes underhand?”
(your suggestion reminded me to consider this)
there may be places that this might be true
within a space of time
4
if it doesn’t fit within my car(e)
when once again i set to shift my presence
from one place to place or' all the earth
“things”
are discarded
left
or given to a place of need
its in my heart to carry
only those things that remain eternal
love
care
trust
friendship
and freedom
manna
served to each as wedding cake from one another’s hand
this union of elements
performing the will of an unnamed source
that we hold close to our
being

talasa

what i will never understand
Is
why
I linger at the door
the darkened shore
knowing that far fainter callings
might be willing to return
or cast a hungry eye my way
and share a beaconed path
across the endless fathoms
grids
above
below
east and west
it shatters all our dreams
with
life's divisions
ancient portraits
lost portrayals
marking entrance
to the sacred groves behind me
while i ache this vision out to sea

what makes a pilgrim worthy
to proceed
i've yet to understand
the longing or the dance of endless dreams
the ones that
still mask faces in the sky
and apparitions in a crowd
and flocks of sea birds
in the thrall of change
the only knowing is that knowing
and the only key
is in the eyes
i sea
the fiercest storm
mountains of blue bending waves
that crash upon the sands beneath my feet
both hold and shift
these feet that finds the tide
and ticks the levels of the moon
waste high
it holds me fast
while I both drink and drown beneath her surf
willing captive
to the ruddy skies' reflections in the moistened shore
but somewhere I demand
a place or rest
of peace
to turn the habit of the days
and mark with pen in hand
the vision of a hope for
wirness in the round
more than a bard
or scribe
but evening tide
but banter brew and brine
across the table with a friend

manhem

each step
a fading star
folds cap souls
at our feet
a tidal foam's
caress
an emptyness
cacooned within
a blanket womb of
woven thread
silk worm wood

moist step
no path
beneath the azure fog
cloaked heavy or'
the kelp bed
crossing lines

the passage of a day
displays dune indigo
....and all i hear are
moon call 's
tidal foam
and shuffle
spraying diamonds
from the crystal sands
that flow
and rest beneath our feet
soft sound's
n currents
tugging
strumming rhythm
with the song of siren's
whispered call
that lifts the gentle gasps
from dolphins whooshing past
.....and one small night bird
gazes out to sea
intent
as if some lover
beaconed with a flutter's
silent sigh
a breathy bidding
to extend horizons
of desire

while all this time
blue whales and creatures deep
lift darkly days
break waves
and fitfully
turn currents
fleshing
inner lights
of songs we sing
"Come see
Come sea"

sketch
pi2000





all former selves that went before
both lend and drink the tears
that carry groan
and tear a heart asunder

this fierce determination
told in rhyme
a battle that
our grace is lent
how gifts are spent
is for the gods to know
sometimes they show
in dreams

how is it that
the hammer of the gods
is sown within our flesh

is this the rage of endless generations
as i see in dreams
or something of this generation
that you lay witness to
and
if the hero
once again
should venture to the hearth of self
or venture to the garden of the soul
such strange reflections of such things
not now
or ever in the mind of man
or woman
rests and waits
n talks of templed floors
and distant shores
and so much more
… the threshold of the heart
so rather than be once again
a pesky hound of god/goddess
rather that is shown the realm
of want or need
can never once exceed
the gifts at hand
for this we pray the words of
distant horizons
other times and spaces
readying
arrivals
at
knew
ports of wonder

COMMUMION


Yesterday,I went on an interview for a small job in a church. Actually a repair job for a former painting of the last supper, I placed in the sanctuary last year. Our last tour with hurricanes had destroyed just about all of the church except the painting on the wall.That had remained intact.Now they wanted me to do some additional work to fit it in to the new sanctuary . So while survaying the portions of repair and negotiating price, She asked ,"Are you a Christian?Have you received Jesus as you personal saviour?" I stared at her tranfixed and wondered why I found this question reminisant of the inquisition.More than once I have been confronted with this imposing challange . A memory flashed by of a much younger woman , I was waiting for my "two for one pizza with everything", at a Pizza hut.And a vested young couple cornered me with this question. ...Are you a christian? And how do you KNOW you are a Christian? I said ,"Yes I am a Christian. And I know I am a Christian because I did not tell you to "Fuck off".Much silence prevailed after that and again I welled up the wrath of God.When I got home, my pizzas were burned on the bottom and tasted like what I would have imagined scorched flesh to taste like. So when this woman, at the interview, asked me this question,rather than using the fire of reaction,I responded, "lets talk about that another time." This seemed to satisfy her for the time being. Then, as if in a Steilberg movie,I flashed to a vision of the past .... seeing the eight year old child, having secrectly touched the Eucharist.... secretly within the guise of deep prayer after opening wide to the sacred intrusion on my tongue by a much too handsome priest.I KNEW I was damned to hell for all eternity for such a dier act of pride.How dare the child touch the transfigured flesh of God.Both my Irish mother and Italian father had instilled in me the rules and regulations of our Catholic upbringing. Mortal creation reaching back to touch the divine.Sacralige...a worse sin than any fallen angel's pride. Of course ,now the mortals dispense the communion from hand to hand, we set the Holy of Holies upon our own tongue. Does this mean I was fortunate not to greet death before we evolved worthy to place hand to host...now with only subtle feigned solumn prayers, a simple amen when shown the"Lamb of God? HA...Have we evolved to the place of angels? What made us worthy? When I think that a simple act of faith and trust and belief was not enough to keep me from opening Pandora's box as a child...I have faint understanding why I open them all so feverishly now. Perhaps on the chance that our evolvment in the very act of observation of the hidden fruits brings another kind of salvation.The unnameable. The vague. The unattainable.The thing most desired. But where is the knowledge I should have obtained in exchange for my immortal soul.Has it now been returned to me by acts of the church...or acts of God/Goddess. What others judge as the fall has sense implied resurrection.What others have seen as saving grace has been an endless fall. How is it that the Lion's at the gate roar at our entrance only to later be the very lovers spent breathless in the round. I now have but one belief...that of paradox...and lovers/friends entwined in that very spiral...touching the face of God.
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tea_and_pi: i have been writing a lot
aneurisko: I am a number of years old
tea_and_pi: poring out of late
aneurisko: as you ought remember
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: I like that you seek me
tea_and_pi: always
aneurisko: I keep much privacy still, as you can imagine
tea_and_pi: compassed and lighthouse
aneurisko: mountains crumble to the sea
aneurisko: but there is still, U and Me
tea_and_pi: we are forever friends accomplices and associates
tea_and_pi: brewing up the
tea_and_pi: stirrings
tea_and_pi: of
aneurisko: accomplices
tea_and_pi: silver cauldrens
tea_and_pi: lol
aneurisko: Oaken floors
tea_and_pi: i guess
tea_and_pi: at times
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: don't get ahead of yourself
aneurisko: the moment is sacred
aneurisko: let's be careful
aneurisko: can you indulge?
tea_and_pi: every moment is sacred
tea_and_pi: never otherwise
tea_and_pi: a way of being
aneurisko: sensitivies of thought
aneurisko: subtle wires of secret weaving
aneurisko: norns and eyrines conspiring
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: i falter only to see the limb wave in the breeze....sparrow setting the stance
tea_and_pi: weaving with the wind
aneurisko: and my prowling in the embankments
aneurisko: 5 to attention
aneurisko: One to stand
aneurisko: ....Felis Exempliforis
aneurisko: Totem Me
aneurisko: and Shaman Songs
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: what else to expect?
tea_and_pi: whistled tremelous and bold
aneurisko: shuffling cardboards, moving knights
tea_and_pi: manned across the board
tea_and_pi: full sized and fearce
aneurisko: stalling rooks and undermining rights
aneurisko: WHO IS the Bishop?
tea_and_pi: empassioned pleas for passage
tea_and_pi: lol
tea_and_pi: LOL
aneurisko: tell, tell, tell
tea_and_pi: were you the passage from the deep...
aneurisko: eh...it was all of parts in distant voyage, questing worth
aneurisko: that's all
tea_and_pi: i gno
aneurisko: a lovely sight...all told
tea_and_pi: if i were to tell the sights i see ...the dancing round your soul
tea_and_pi: our soul
aneurisko: emerald emergence
aneurisko: E frame Designs
tea_and_pi: emeralds rubies
tea_and_pi: diamonds
tea_and_pi: at their best
aneurisko: Stood at the foot of the Mountain
aneurisko: up to my knees the vast particulars of ageless gems
aneurisko: like sands on the sea
tea_and_pi: fell to the summit
aneurisko: there one stood
aneurisko: poised upon the Ruby Veign
aneurisko: aloft, the experience of ancient talent at work
aneurisko: aiming to make ancient trophies of vast renown
tea_and_pi: tears i feel .....full brine to the full mer's depth of being
tea_and_pi: we've yet to see
aneurisko: stuck to the Root, the Veign gave way
tea_and_pi: we've yet to know
tea_and_pi: i have something for you
aneurisko: leaching virtue into the branched virtue
tea_and_pi: i have a stone
aneurisko: like faith unto faith
aneurisko: whispering our enterprise...
aneurisko: friendships' kiss
tea_and_pi: whispering
aneurisko: come closer
tea_and_pi: i give all to this
aneurisko: I twist down upon the Winsa
aneurisko: Winding what Aeons gnow
aneurisko: bending, churning...fleeing the Angles
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: yet...We fall
aneurisko: and men may expect the sudden Surprise
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: the fall eternal
aneurisko: such ears to hear
aneurisko: you have, and for your heart
tea_and_pi: our heart
aneurisko: yes...and what hope we share
aneurisko: membering that pure aspiration
aneurisko: hid or otherwise disclosed
aneurisko: among the dainty fields of sheer honesty
aneurisko: a secret healing
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: magic of the sprites, lovers, and yearning youth
tea_and_pi: i breath
aneurisko: lovers surround here abouts
aneurisko: desperate, almost, to catch my attention
tea_and_pi: and envy
aneurisko: pleading into the day their vast inheritance of care
aneurisko: much, much, much
aneurisko: they plead and claw the hours
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: distantly I heard how that you thought I forgot about you
aneurisko: but I told that sprite
aneurisko: and she whisped away
aneurisko: tinkling some dreams for your pleasure
aneurisko: and Our Trust
tea_and_pi: that is strange
tea_and_pi: someones perception
tea_and_pi: not my own
aneurisko: she enjoys your company
tea_and_pi: ahh
aneurisko: pleading almost that I lend her to you
tea_and_pi: she envys our trust
tea_and_pi: me thinks
aneurisko: and seeks something from you
tea_and_pi: oh?
aneurisko: as she espies your thoughts upon the waters
tea_and_pi: no one can gno
aneurisko: she sees what your reflections know
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: but may not intrude upon what your deepest heart may gnow
aneurisko: true enough
aneurisko: she, like me, admires you
aneurisko: well
aneurisko: she is my sprite, after all
aneurisko: just that you may have secret company
aneurisko: I thought
aneurisko: and some nice whisperings
aneurisko: funny thing, two
aneurisko: I love you even better than THAT
tea_and_pi: i gno
tea_and_pi: its silent here
aneurisko: steady on the wire
aneurisko: no quick jerks
tea_and_pi: fluttering of wings in balance
aneurisko: listen how the silent wind breathes
aneurisko: how that the still motion of time moments the sight
aneurisko: and ruptures the Veil of seeming
aneurisko: self to self, seeing
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: be glad, be glad, be glad
tea_and_pi: pressed hard to thoughts embrace
tea_and_pi: ....
aneurisko: a cheerful advent of the One
tea_and_pi: embraced
aneurisko: more awesome than falling stars
aneurisko: or roaring mountains under rage
aneurisko: expance past measure
aneurisko: a golden dawn, and midnight morning
aneurisko: parents of the Light
aneurisko: our progenitors
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: lovers, sisters
aneurisko: life on life
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: the Phoenix Chariot is ready
aneurisko: awaiting only the Mother's nod
aneurisko: and Heir
tea_and_pi: lifting winds secured
aneurisko: I brought you forth the Grail
aneurisko: I bid you bring Me forth the Blood.
tea_and_pi: that which is in your holdings?
aneurisko: soon seeing, eye to eye
aneurisko: ...
tea_and_pi: ..
aneurisko: I would prophesy, but to whom?
aneurisko: I would cast Oracle, but where?
aneurisko: I would shake the Roots, but under where?
aneurisko: under what?
tea_and_pi: i thought these past endeavors
aneurisko: still the Story
tea_and_pi: what stance for the coming times
aneurisko: the stance is made
aneurisko: the arch of the curve is cast
aneurisko: the spiral gyre is winding away the norns
tea_and_pi: at last
aneurisko: I have grown impatient
tea_and_pi: yes
tea_and_pi: i see
aneurisko: as if the hero/a among men were certain
aneurisko: waiting, waiting, waiting
aneurisko: till heaps of the dead and innocent crowd my sacred groves
aneurisko: I discust this mess
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: and call my Chaos Janitor
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: I say
aneurisko: let them think upon what Christ Mass means
aneurisko: in Sacrafice of the Innocent
aneurisko: and bear out the Hour
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: perfect Harmony of the Above with the Below
aneurisko: drink down the recess of every greedy estimation
aneurisko: and Witness what IS.
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I pray this
aneurisko: I prey more
aneurisko: listening upon the Lute of the Muses
tea_and_pi: those that inspire?
tea_and_pi: ahhh
aneurisko: or plying the Norns to disclose what is meant by falsehood
aneurisko: the web and tune unwinding
aneurisko: like numbers under the stones
aneurisko: or lines upon the frame
aneurisko: trinkets of expeciality
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: though filtering the gross
tea_and_pi: takes times of expectancies....though we are the ending phrase
aneurisko: wherever I GO
aneurisko: whatever I DO
aneurisko: you see me
aneurisko: you hear me
aneurisko: you comfort me
aneurisko: ....
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: I love you whole
tea_and_pi: as i you
tea_and_pi: i have a stone for you
tea_and_pi: i have saved
tea_and_pi: from the middle earth
tea_and_pi: it has your name
tea_and_pi: like a conch
tea_and_pi: i lift to my ear
tea_and_pi: and it speaks
tea_and_pi: more than the rush of sea
tea_and_pi: or tides
tea_and_pi: the whisper
tea_and_pi: i will send to you by mail
tea_and_pi: in a cup
tea_and_pi: 1000 feet below the earth
tea_and_pi: below her veil
tea_and_pi: inner makings
aneurisko: below her veil
aneurisko: eh
tea_and_pi: once from the stars
tea_and_pi: you'll see
tea_and_pi: i will send
tea_and_pi: it to you
aneurisko: tell mwe
aneurisko: tell me
aneurisko: tell me
tea_and_pi: when chris and i went within Ruby Falls
tea_and_pi: deep in the earth
aneurisko: you know I serve the sacred Hearth
aneurisko: why deny me?
tea_and_pi: i lifted a single stone
tea_and_pi: with your name
tea_and_pi: its been on my alter
tea_and_pi: since
aneurisko: you have a most powerful magic, medicine
tea_and_pi: i hold it for you
aneurisko: I pray you own it
tea_and_pi: i will send this to you
tea_and_pi: now
tea_and_pi: well monday when the post office is open
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: tell me about that dream
tea_and_pi: dream?
aneurisko: where 5 there were
tea_and_pi: remind me
aneurisko: all in motion, horizontal facts
tea_and_pi: woo i remember dreaming but the details have escaped
aneurisko: a marching army, or something
tea_and_pi: ...
tea_and_pi: i truly cannot remember
aneurisko: stand-still winds at great heights, yet moving above
tea_and_pi: let me think on it to see if it comes back
aneurisko: think above
aneurisko: think Wind and Sky
tea_and_pi: sometimes i write things before i am fully awake
tea_and_pi: and they fade
aneurisko: and Stars
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: your dreams must be heavy
tea_and_pi: i talk with you often in dreams
aneurisko: I've seen the Secret
aneurisko: and it lays before me
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: an invitation to Life
aneurisko: but diving here seemed
aneurisko: awesome severence
aneurisko: merciless determination
aneurisko: ....
aneurisko: inexplicable

aneurisko: I can tell you that the Beloved is yet adrift
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: still bent on certain things
tea_and_pi: ?
aneurisko: unwise, perhaps, to mention.
aneurisko: seeking to know the mind of some
aneurisko: to open up the vessel of these days
aneurisko: and expose the waters there conjured
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: these waters are in motion
aneurisko: stirred by the apiration of secred droves
aneurisko: wending the Wood, tempering and gathering the fallen
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: fields of golden grain
aneurisko: wind born passages of listened ear
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: Forest born, and wood-cut voyagers
aneurisko: to rain and storm and mountain torn
aneurisko: them who C
tea_and_pi: ...i have seen them
aneurisko: a true Mass.
aneurisko: ways upon ways, and too familiar
aneurisko: what I will have
aneurisko: in the mean time
aneurisko: is Friends
tea_and_pi: ...
aneurisko: let them draw close
aneurisko: I love them, whole
tea_and_pi: :)
aneurisko: and We wend out the Hours
aneurisko: satisfied in the Event
aneurisko: each other born
aneurisko: lovers
aneurisko: family
aneurisko: memory
aneurisko: aspiration
tea_and_pi: yes
aneurisko: ...
aneurisko: Truth
aneurisko: Love
aneurisko: Substantial Life
tea_and_pi: my hours ...my dreams....
tea_and_pi: ours
tea_and_pi: all