Jus wat I do (Ball of Purple Light) 7/28/2008...
A polluted rain, sodden with the slain:
Filter those that may have need of solace;
And for a solitary walk never begins alone.
Mirrored images that might meet to shed a kaleidoscope of colortime.
Roses vivid with the scent of damp promise,
Thorny in its insistence on purity and freeflow.
Wake them then in a palace of safety,
For the thrill of understanding by themselves.
Let them then, discover, the softness of an infinite pleasure.
Tarry not now, mortals, for you remain vital.
Falling... Centuries and yet I would still feel as I would not do you justice, while at the same time knowing it is not for having come up short.
That particular set, there was no yea/nay option and that seemed... It's the complexity I get, the use of props, setting it backstage. And in every look, the same yielding that does not suggest but quietly declares a strength to match and exceed mine. And in this evolution, both and all gain.
And at the same time, it's overwhelming.
Isambard: I worshiped her.
It is more of an Egyptian reckoning rather than anything. Take Jaye Davidson as Ra. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen The Crying Game, but why would I need to? I get individuals like that, I wish more of the world was filled with people like that. So much yet to be progressed through.
I'm home and yet so near and far at the same time, and... Time I have, worlds by the uncountable series yet to be built and filled. But I never want to leave either. For all my strengths and abilities, the core of who I am is a yielding meekness that is as genuine as anything. It's not fleeting, it's not a deliberate trap. It is among women that I am at my most tranquil and the humility...
And yes, there are others that fascinate me, and so many of them. But it's fleeting and there's always a point or a scene or a moment where there's something that damns them to being little more than second place.
It is not a discredit to who they are, how beautiful they are, how talented they are... To truly be the muse without a pedestal, each and every resonance has to reach a level of harmony so effortless in which no action or reaction is forced or staged.
The rest of it you know, and you also know that for it to truly matter, it is not for us, but for others that need for us to exist.
Name it. Demand it. Wait for it. Do what you will, but you know the prices I have paid, especially over the last fifteen years. I'm not in a hurry, fleeting states of impatience can be disregarded.
A Motion Perpetual (Molten Vocals)
Existence. Perpetual build. To glow with the flow of starshine, to render the limitations of matter meaningless.
Impact. He splashed into the volcano, became heat itself, felt his consciousness expand until he felt the presence of the planet itself. Self-aware, encompassing, wise was this lump of matter that had seen an infinity of creations.
Following a heat trail through quantum clouds of temporal rain, he regathered himself on Luna.
Humanity's first step to the stars. Now a verdant, lush paradise with its own climate and harsh beauty. For it is always understood that in beauty, there is an expression of positive valuation.
He felt the masses of the trip echo through his being, forming himself out of good old Lunar regolith and waiting for her next words.
Indeed there is that much space. an infinite series of relationships and abstractions. Escher could only weep to try to take down what he understood of the Universe within ink and paper.
Feel thee the sun,
Knowing, encompassion:
That such a sprite has wrought,
What, then were we taught?
A Fall into Paradise (Art as Light)
He gated through the temporal rain, dematerializing as he ascended. Dispersed across seas of time, he dreams.
Of structures ghostly, luminescent, and harmonic: Matter rendered unto mind, flawless in its redundancy, the true expression of infinity.
Love and caution carried the day. For while this was a state of consciousness that encompassed not only single Universes, but multiverses.
Complexity trees, algorithms gone growthspace, entropy disdainfully overcome by expressive reversals of thermodynamics.
For in every Universe, nothing repeats and everything restores. With each gradual acceleration, reality gets denser, the matter that is mind gets stronger and softer. Be like water.
In hindsight, it does turn out I was writing about the female mind. If I had known that then, and known what this site had become...
Like I said earlier, I'm home. <3
Aly & AJ (Potential Breakup Song)
A polluted rain, sodden with the slain:
Filter those that may have need of solace;
And for a solitary walk never begins alone.
Mirrored images that might meet to shed a kaleidoscope of colortime.
Roses vivid with the scent of damp promise,
Thorny in its insistence on purity and freeflow.
Wake them then in a palace of safety,
For the thrill of understanding by themselves.
Let them then, discover, the softness of an infinite pleasure.
Tarry not now, mortals, for you remain vital.
Falling... Centuries and yet I would still feel as I would not do you justice, while at the same time knowing it is not for having come up short.
That particular set, there was no yea/nay option and that seemed... It's the complexity I get, the use of props, setting it backstage. And in every look, the same yielding that does not suggest but quietly declares a strength to match and exceed mine. And in this evolution, both and all gain.
And at the same time, it's overwhelming.
Isambard: I worshiped her.
It is more of an Egyptian reckoning rather than anything. Take Jaye Davidson as Ra. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen The Crying Game, but why would I need to? I get individuals like that, I wish more of the world was filled with people like that. So much yet to be progressed through.
I'm home and yet so near and far at the same time, and... Time I have, worlds by the uncountable series yet to be built and filled. But I never want to leave either. For all my strengths and abilities, the core of who I am is a yielding meekness that is as genuine as anything. It's not fleeting, it's not a deliberate trap. It is among women that I am at my most tranquil and the humility...
And yes, there are others that fascinate me, and so many of them. But it's fleeting and there's always a point or a scene or a moment where there's something that damns them to being little more than second place.
It is not a discredit to who they are, how beautiful they are, how talented they are... To truly be the muse without a pedestal, each and every resonance has to reach a level of harmony so effortless in which no action or reaction is forced or staged.
The rest of it you know, and you also know that for it to truly matter, it is not for us, but for others that need for us to exist.
Name it. Demand it. Wait for it. Do what you will, but you know the prices I have paid, especially over the last fifteen years. I'm not in a hurry, fleeting states of impatience can be disregarded.
A Motion Perpetual (Molten Vocals)
Existence. Perpetual build. To glow with the flow of starshine, to render the limitations of matter meaningless.
Impact. He splashed into the volcano, became heat itself, felt his consciousness expand until he felt the presence of the planet itself. Self-aware, encompassing, wise was this lump of matter that had seen an infinity of creations.
Following a heat trail through quantum clouds of temporal rain, he regathered himself on Luna.
Humanity's first step to the stars. Now a verdant, lush paradise with its own climate and harsh beauty. For it is always understood that in beauty, there is an expression of positive valuation.
He felt the masses of the trip echo through his being, forming himself out of good old Lunar regolith and waiting for her next words.
Indeed there is that much space. an infinite series of relationships and abstractions. Escher could only weep to try to take down what he understood of the Universe within ink and paper.
Feel thee the sun,
Knowing, encompassion:
That such a sprite has wrought,
What, then were we taught?
A Fall into Paradise (Art as Light)
He gated through the temporal rain, dematerializing as he ascended. Dispersed across seas of time, he dreams.
Of structures ghostly, luminescent, and harmonic: Matter rendered unto mind, flawless in its redundancy, the true expression of infinity.
Love and caution carried the day. For while this was a state of consciousness that encompassed not only single Universes, but multiverses.
Complexity trees, algorithms gone growthspace, entropy disdainfully overcome by expressive reversals of thermodynamics.
For in every Universe, nothing repeats and everything restores. With each gradual acceleration, reality gets denser, the matter that is mind gets stronger and softer. Be like water.
In hindsight, it does turn out I was writing about the female mind. If I had known that then, and known what this site had become...
Like I said earlier, I'm home. <3
Aly & AJ (Potential Breakup Song)
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Safe as can be. Where you have need of breath, she/it breathes. Space, like nature, has an acknowledged combined abhorrence and respect for vacuum. Everything and its merits express in at least a duality of core principle.
To light, to navigate the Paradise. Takes work as it should, Tally.