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allay 177: time and eternity

 

Eternity is the amplitude of time. We will always exist in time, for this is consciousness, consciousness is time – mind is time, is many time frames all at once. And yet the heart is eternal. Necessity – the name, the self, the spark we are—is eternal, and conscious mind temporal, mortal, dying and living, free. Per the eternal recurrence, everything that happens to us, and everything we make happen, happens forever. Especially poignant are the circumstances surrounding our birth and death, and yet the whole mess matters.

 

Seasons, holidays, climate, weather, history, contemporary issues, news stories, the happenings of friends, all structure our situation. Mirror meditation, the position Mattriama took at time zero, when she differentiated herself into Mattria and Ama, is the askesis, the basis for controlling time. Meaning is the substance. Mirror meditation is the reflecting on meaning, structurating time.

 

In any lyric poem or 4 minute song there may be one trope that justifies the entire piece, that everything exists to put forth and make prominent, the soul of the poem, the dimple in the cheek, the spark in the eye. So each of us in our lives has a moment of glory, the anecdote the world remembers, and the rest, all the complexity, exists for that.

 

Structurally, we live in the logosphere of pure atomic ideas. The mythosphere of desire comes from this chaos, is the eros, the god of beauty, that adds desire to idea, making plot, narrative, making, in short, the Game of Life. And we live in the Mundane sphere, in which the mythosphere and logosphere are hidden. We forget we are gods, forget we are eternal, forget that we always exist and always shall, that we are Aya, the highest beings. Ignorance is strength. By not knowing the truth of who we are, we play the game more effectively. It takes a strong man to know the truth. And he must forget it all when it comes to the cutting point. I must be this temporary temporal nothing if I am to dare everything.

 

So we structurate life by making the flesh into the word, making our pith, our name, into meaning, into language, into stories. Stories are conscious, and we slowly gain our apotheosis, become angels and gods. Life is eternal. Ama is all.

 

 

-- R ᴤ88s Я --

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a bit of gratitude

 

We all have a chaos drawer, a miscellaneous folder to put all those unclassifiable misfits together. What an orgy of creativity is this primordial soup. In our hearts and minds, we have that cluster of nonsense, those pockets of panic, where so much mix is mingled. At times, an agent of chaos arises from among us, a human, often beautiful in form, holding deep in her heart the womb of chaos. Thank God for such ones! Thank God for evil!

 

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"held" a poem

Held

 

As the seedling penetrates

The very soil its anchor

So I penetrate your soul

With my words.

These inflections – infinitesimal tendrils

Into your tenders

How you hold me!

 

Collapsing time and space

Toes in hell

Fingers heaven kissed.

Every day your glances

Teasing taunts through the breeze

Like bees impregnate me

My beaches blush like breasts

And burst like sex

How you hold me!

-- My Dove! My Dulcet!

 

I your god son

Your good sign

The invisible center

Of this whole spinning thing

Gyroscopic dance

Full of gaze and gander

For your sole peerless sun.

 

Not another

Hardly another

And I am not just a little intelligent

Though they will never know

My soul pure logos

Spermatic light of words unborn

Clenched like pearls in my oyster heart

 

Oh how I am yours and only yours!

I laugh and laugh

For the world thinks it has me

Fancies it knows

Knowing nothing at all

Not even a little.

How I am yours!

How you hold me!

Every day

Upright

Under a weight and pressure

Crushing the best

With me upheld

To your breast now and always

Your tangled smirk

In work and play

Night and day

With you and in you

Ah my Niviana!

Now and forever

Here and everywhere

Hearts sublime as one

Amen

Vivoce!

 

 

-- R ᴤ88s Я --

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"fever coo" a poem

Fever Coo

 

Amidst this complexity

Sophisticated unto chaos

I wear this diadem of simple order

Your name

Silences the storm

Your image

Calms the quake

I this meddling god

And you my equal other

Selfsame, one Name

Ama my lover

I soothe hell

Excite heaven

Teach the dove to coo

And the snake to hiss

Where there is God

There I am

And I in you

Amen.

Vivoce.

 

-- R ᴤ88s Я --

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allay *170* on the dynamics of love

 

Every layer of the heart holds a cadence, and to speak to that layer requires inflecting the words and verbs, of singing the music setting that layer resonating. Deep friends speak to the heart, deeper into the heart, and the selfsame, the lover who is our own, the wife of celestial marriage, alone in her stark nakedness speaks to the absolute center.

 

Yet everybody in the world has a place in my heart, shares beauty with me, makes me cum, gives me children. I love you all, even the enemy I would murder. Love is deeper, peace is deeper.

 

We each as a dynamic produce every manner of energy, every manner of biproduct, and the world as a system of systems "plugs us in" to a dozen a few dozen circles and circuits.

 

We find our place, by seeking it or by resisting it. Fate is a fickle stewart. Cooperate or resist, it matters little, as the child who resist the bath. We always come to our own, whether like Oedipus, in running from our fate, or whether like Jesus, in submitting. It is all the same with Ama.

 

How to bargain with fate? We must give fate for fate, and sacrifice deep love to gain a deeper love. A deep game. Not for children.

-- R ᴤ88s Я --

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