continuation of soma
We are not truly divided
for in our division
we have branched out,
Our synapses have fired,
Phi-red, redirected,
Directly to the point,
Laser focus
Cen2r point, centripetal fusion....
And we have created
a synaptical connection point
Within the hour,
Within our
established division.
Division in establishments.
We move through
these divisive landscapes and
Allow ourself to deepen
within the fold
We OPEN to that
which was held
To that which WE ARE,
beholden by,
bye and bye
No other than the eye
The I withIN
The EYE of the storm
LisTEN in The center,
the CENter of the petals
Inner flower, of light
The eye of the strong,
The eye SEE, I C
In ALL
For in this Great Divide,
dive- eyed, dive within
We have found
a Greater Number
A greater number
to hold
Our own
ability to increase
our capacity, capes on
(That which we can hold)
For ion fluidity, I am fluidity
a deeper membrane
remembrance
Re-membrain-branches,
dance Rembrandts
Artistry and composure
For our composition
etches, sketches,
moves through a grand design
A grand sCHEMe,
schematic upsketch
We hold a procussion (beat)
Heart beat, at the core
The roots the harmonic
We are Groot,
And yet AGAIN
we REgroup,
we come BACK
together IN separation
For we are not, naught
For are we KNOT?
See perfection at the ion
At the base
At the ROOT
In the sub division
There is ONE, vision
In the Many visions
Many versions of we
You, me
A false front of
a seperated nation
has brought us back
into reclamation
One nation
under, above and within
We reclaim that
which is rightfully ours
Right and called back to us,
The LOP-sided, Lo- psi-dead
Into all angles
Righting and
re writing the angles
We allow ourselves to be
re-emergency, divergent
We allow ourselves to tri merge and
find ourselves in this unification.
Special 8, speciality
special reality, spatial
We allow ourselves to create more numbers, more numbers
more numbers
For the numbers are WHOLE
They are (k)not incomplete
They are not in
complete seperation
And they never were.
We reconcile the differentiation
that was held in an old schematic
The false front that led us to traumatic experiences,
allowed us to escape from
That which was the ONE
Yet we never really ran,
for we are always coming home
The flock, ( I ran so far away)
Birds of a feather,
We find flight,
And ignite deeper possibilities
Higher speeds, deeper
DNA equivelence, upscale.
For the snow is not divided
The snow flake is each in itself
A unique configuration
configur8ion
Of particles held within
A unit, a shape
a sound,
a frequency
A vibration,
a unique sound and vibration
And we hold within US
the geometry of
heartfield consistency
Feel the heartfelt consistency
Feeling these feelings
Allows us to move
out of complacency
back into the geometry configurations that are no longer
Laced into the falsities ,
fasle cities, if you will
False Siddhis
Let us play with these words a bit
We could move these words around
We could regroup them
and yet they would still be
part of the same score, core
Yet we could envelope them
into more
We could expand them
out into more
pieces of the whole
The pie if you will, PI
The snow flakes merging and moving, melting together
To create new shapes,
yet each held, holds within it
the shape that has been
melted, melded- integrated, consecrated, consummated,
consume (like the soup)
Concentration of soup-
this is alchemy
Con-secreted
Remember, moving
back, out, into the waters,
the living waters
Melting, melding and
creating MORE
Fluidly we flow back into the architecture Of unification.
The Snowflake does not
retain its shape
Yet, within it holds the same
numerical Differentiation
geometric equations
that created the shape
in the first PLACE
(There's no place like home).
Should we choose to continue
to consecrate in this way
This divine merge, if you will
we begin to dissolve the MIRAGE
That many have felt concreted into, poured into and stuck, if you will.
And we unfold before us
Opening to a pourus expansive isometric conjunction,
away from 'poor us'
Enabling synaptic conjuncture points
(I am seeing a bubble,
a primordial bubble soup,
dolphin bubbles, Torroidal field,)
and as we tighten up our band -
RUSH, swoosh, listen,
we loosen our grip
and let it RIP
Let it flow from ONE
ICE- SOM metric
Into the crystal fluidity
Into into
in 2
In two, doubled
In to 1- 2 - 3
1+2 is in 2, then 3
Tripled
(I am seeing a picture of this idea
that earth is going to
flip its poles, shift its poles,
But I am seeing this idea that
its not just 2 poles, it has more
3 or 4 poles, from one perspective,
I am seeing there is this support
system Transverse adomoty Adam-or try adometree adomotri
Odomotry ? A-daum entry ?
I keep seeing all the huamans reaching out and holding this pattern so it doesn’t flop, For whatever reason.
And I am seeing its not flipping in the way that people think it is- its’ turning inside out
Do not doubt that the words
that you hold
The words you speak
hold truth and charge
For this is your charge
This is your call of duty if you will
This is your calling,
your game, Cauldron
Mixing the letters.
There is the inability for some to see clearly for science has yet
to merge with the acuity
of the principliaities
principalities of discovery
(I am seeing esoterica)
And yet these esotericism -
essa- terra isms, tarot isms- triglicycerides triglyceraides
holds with it the abity to ….
(I am being guided to let this flow and play with all of the words and as a reminder I am creating a map
So triglycerides isn’t literal but if I hear the word- I can break it down because that is what I personally have to work with becasue I don’t have the science background.
But that keeps me- loose,
loosens my grip-
expands my bandwidth
So I am not held within
a certain conceptual container.
Tri-glycerine
TRY Glicer- RIDE?
Play with this
Tri place- try gliding,
triplane, triptiphane
Glisten, listen in
Let us go one back -
Back to the subject,
salt and pepper, black and white, sodium, reproduction,
when a cell divides,
creates the flower of life,
So on and so forth
Play on words
123, so on, and so 4th
So ON and Sew forth
So on and so Fourth
as in music, fourths,
In fours, (thinking of the 4’s)
And s this brings me back to earth, the earth of the earth
Ad so as she is birthing as she is growing and expanding ,
You are the glue
You are the soma,
the humans
You