Infinite Velocities

“Infinite Velocities”

Infinite velocities…

Prismatic assembly of reality,

Light within light, surrounding light…

Falling dragon, falling oak leaves

Space, time energy…

Is ‘now” the point of the pivot?

The position or the perspective?

Such a solution to such a problem,

Nature of my soul…

Seeding the clouds of time,

If I flew high enough,

I could fall away from the pain…

Yet my sorrow pulled to earth,

When once I could soar to the stars…

One last breath as the air falls behind,

Faster, faster!

Nodal connection sequences,

Time is not linear; it is relational…

Beams of light, connected by gravity,

Fragments through time’s separation,

Can create universe change -- Cusp! --

Trouble breathing when breaking dimensional time.

Wave partitions,

Hard vacuum…

Nine lines, three filled three,

Division, lives of gathering what remains,

Loss, reduced ability, increased potential,

New power, one more, as oneself…

Shattered soul -- literal--

Bits of soul arriving,

Assembled where the gods saw the need.

Seven sisters, nine cubes, thirteen co-ordinates….

Nineteen…

Nineteen, fifty-seven, one hundred seventy-one…

If I flew high enough…

Armor scarred and scored by stardust,

Falling dragon. Fire, re-entry…

I saw her -- Not you! Not you!

Are welding wounds a healing?

Inheritance.

Unexceptional is what is exceptional,

They have always taken the best of us…

And used us up.

It was necessary and still is.

Two worlds bonded nine ways.

Soul beacon, Darkness builds up…

Is Heaven a haven reached?

Pyramid beam, navigation failing,

Magnetic pole reversal, delay!

The good die young, the best die often…

Black and Red battle,

Light: Nobility. Light: Guardians.

Can’t get to the Next World… uncoded Evil…

Aurora! Battle song through memory winds…

Currents.

Birth amnesia, or more like birth dementia,

As each long dark passes…

We are sequence-based lifeforms,

Perception points of infinite balance,

In the intersection of recombination…

Innocence is eternally fragile,

And that is its inimitable strength!

The lives you save carry you,

The lives you’ve taken… you carry.

Wary, as always.

‘Nova” means ‘new.”

Death, rebirth, all cycles eternal…

We are eternal.

Born of two, again… again,

Dragon and Rose,

Star and Moon,

Sun and Earth…

Bloom of fire.

Nothing lasts forever,

That is why we are eternal…

We end as fire…

We create the ash from which we will rise!

Duality inverted, two spirits,

Soul, Spirit, Sense -- Vessel match!

Duality is birthing…

Light will always overtake Darkness…

And vice-versa…

Creation destroys,

Destruction creates…

Without both… imbalance!

If we are not containing chaos,

We are creating it.

Dominance births more devastation.

Accept, embrace…

Live… die… be.

Rise when you fail…

Five elements of transformation:

Quintessence.

Paired, always… oddly even.

Two make one…

The universal center is universal,

I am always the same distance from myself,

We are the center of the ‘Verse,

Songs singing for love, beauty, and the Worlds’ ending!

Future sight cannot be definite…

Upstream entropy.

Past sight cannot be infinite…

Processed through time.

Our center…

Going back is possible for memory, inaccurate.

Going forward we must be precisely the same…

Infinitely accurate about impossible details,

Neither will be remembered nor foretold.

But what of space?

The interval?

The hesitation… anticipation?

Redemption.

Light presses all things onward…

Weighs nothing, worth everything,

Heals anything…

Did you hear something?

The last, alone…

Left to the Dark.

The Bridge between here and home…

And ravenous fragments of lost souls…

An old sailor smokes a pipe,

Dragon’s fire in the starlight,

The flower spear glints for love…

Seven kings…

Stars brightly shining grow dim.

Existence does not play by the same rules…

Even with itself.

Can you conceive of that which is not possible?

‘Singular’ and ‘unified’ are not the same.

Creation is a chimera…

The impossible is asked for you are an impossibility,

Made possible.

Six sacrifices begin the cycle of creation,

Six more end the cycle of destruction.

All continuums balance on themselves…

Interface with others…

Aligned in a pan-dimensional curve,

Strands upon strands woven into being,

Existences displaced, pushed… past entropic zero.

Parallel definition,

Each set aligns with each other…

Each group aligns in each direction.

Are we served or do we serve?

We are who we choose to be…

Infinite.

When I move from one place to another…

Am I the same person?

Is the place I leave?

Can I go back? Is there a forward?

Apply basic trinity to all sets!

Dimensions? Elements?

… Philosophies?

Binding each thing to each other thing.

Would you save your own soul…

If you truly knew you had one?

The answer is in the question,

But question the answer, always.

Always.

Forever is this way…

We do not move through the universe:

The universe moves through us.

-- J.R.H., Winters of ‘21 & ‘22, Tyddyn yr Haul a’r Lleuad & Monastery

(Writing about quantum machining…

Is creatively significant, I suppose.

But to quantum machine about writing…

Signifies creation.)