Today you are young. . But while … you are old too soon, the dust that hides what is love.
Heaven only knows, this bitter earth yes can be so cold.
The hidden rose, within me cries. I’m sure someone may answer my call.
And this bitter earth, that one shares no one.
Please reference This Bitter Earth
image by Max Ernst
Coming down from a widowed dream, concerned from overdoing the ruin, or the desire to pause emerged rain. Look out directly at the spectator. With corroded telescope, in dream world.
Please reference Cornell’s Dreams
image by John Bauer
The influence of spirit on time, representing those lands that mimic time-stones, acting as systems of place appearances and apparent lunacy.
please reference Druid Mysteries and Mark Tobey
Presently he dropped half the basket, and returned about the foot-marks, locking the outside. He pricked his ears, to the trit-trot, coming along to call who lived in the water.
please reference The Tale of Benjamin Bunny
L'invisible.... some of this clear light doesn't transcend into the invisible sphere. Altars where carillon is placed, this offering feeds this sanctuary and minds the ancient belltower's Gods song and women. Entering l'invisible is a link between us and the dead forever which forces the space into our minds if one is drinking. "But inside you, at the very depths of you, what a forgotten provocation". Changed by silence from slow childhood and the silencing itself, l'invisible is too absent, again and again.
please reference The Astonishment of Origins: French Sequences by Rainer Maria Rilke
Using, slowly floating strange flowers, shutting out splendour with mystical exchanges.
please reference Baudelaire's Strange Flowers
image by Eilshemius
The paths of humans are manifold. Whoever follows and compares them finds wonderful figures appearing; figures that seem to belong to the great cipher glimpsed everywhere in wings and eggshells, clouds and snow, in crystals and rock formations, icy water, the inside and outside of mountains, in plants, animals and people, in cloudbursts, on scored and striated plates of glass or pitch, iron filings leaping to the magnet, in strange twists of fate.
please reference Novalis
image by Seghers
This wandering empty Other...... in our midst, far from Hell. On either star, lost to us. The Forgotten One, grows for and from within me, is found within an endeavor to find itself more within. You are beyond the first part, the second part and the third part. Some call the One Tertiarian; the scattered one, scattered to death. Looping out again, Hell-bound, nights over us, into us because of our names. There he stood in opposition; Time, extinguished from whirred-chasms, more than a breath. We are all in the way of each and other.
Please reference So Many Constellations, Your Being Beyond, On Either Hand
How he loved those resounding children of the sea.... a sound as yet invisible, almost awake. Of the fog he believed, Time lay asleep in breathing shadows. Be it not The Cross, this sick he wants. He is one of many Christian Brothers, almost at dawn and withdrawn (imagining if she opened the door, and she is no longer with us), we enter the pitch-black-fuckery-sea.... death is only the first stage of it.
Please reference Second Simplicity & Christian Brothers.
Image by John Latham, Time Base Roller, 1972
This one goes like that over there, the breadth duly proportioned. The code is "he who shall observe", although make sure to keep these observations secret to all especially Her. She is known as a divine aid, or quickener. For more assistance, please reference Champ Fleury.
Image from Yoga Art by Ajit Mookerjee