innumerable hearts beating as one
a homogeneous whole as is the sun
is wherefrom one module makes its escape
that it may itself in love and light drape
as being-ness not as an attribute
fragrance divine which then does contribute
by adding to what’s already complete
wherein each throb is a unique heartbeat
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"Tulips under Sastin"
is a Project and research module
for a song.
It's mention is a work in progress
it's self. Just the mention of this phrase
means interest
and a willingness to be a part of the
inspiration of this
southing sound.
Urging: needing to exsist it
tugs the helm lines
and twistthem in a bunch.
needing attention
longing to be
it's mere mention causes
those who wish togetherness to
come together and create it
for the sake of the future.
polishing,oiling,swabbing adjusting
so that other's might marvel
at the way's of differencing
can bring others together
in a collective with interest same in need and want
a desire to be creative
and at the same time\create something now
that will sound like something then.
Clean all those instruments
collaberate
and settle on tempo, writte the notes
rmember the tone
adjust the need for
clear and tranparnet readiness
folk who love music and don't
mind working come together and create this thang.
!
Her smile was so brilliant
she smiled knowing I couldn't
find the right words to decribe what I
needed.
When I did I than took it right
to her so she could wipe
that silly smile right from
her face.
The conversion module
could take your music,
humming, or audio recordings
and automatically convert
them into musical
notes and sheet music
I was so happy to find this
it has changed the way
I look at inspiration!
The mailman is certainly sketchy
way to tall and sort of gangly,
his arms are long and his skin is pale.
He arrives at 10:04 without fail,
never sooner; never later,
and my old dog never barks
like he does at the park,
be it leaf or be it squirrel,
be it a little girl that twirls,
or be it nothing there at all!
The Earth is flat
and landing on the moon was fake,
I simply don’t believe in that,
but I think the mailman is an alien.
I’m convinced his vehicle is a UFO
that transforms and flies at night,
or did I see that on a TV show
long ago when I was eight?
The doctor says to take my meds,
the aliens are in my head!
Sure Doc, because bees don’t sting,
and a hollow moon doesn’t ring.*
*On November 20, 1969, NASA deliberately crashed the Apollo 12 lunar module into the Moon, causing it to vibrate or "ring like a bell" for nearly an hour. This phenomenon sparked theories that the Moon is hollow (like a bell).
Love guided me in darkness it restored me
Under mystical rains I entered cosmic dreams
Bard and friend to my King Yearning to enjoy radio's that sing of peace
Lunar module comes down Lining the heavens at dawn
Treaty for sky gazers to be yet smitten with electric beer and make merry for once
Avowed to return where I have yet never been
Knighted by the Captain of heavens armies
Sunder the rebellious descent among my own family and friends
Trusting in my King and Best friend in a world that put him to death
as silence deepens and ego dissolves
innocence invokes fragrance of our soul
we are still yet the world around revolves
wisps of smoke, each module playing its role
whilst at the stillness fulcrum we feel whole
in the vibrant void we keep on flowing
ushering in our heart a deep knowing
Earlier today, I had a small-group evaluation
that I’ve been quietly dreading
and frankly, I wasn’t sure I was ready.
See, I’ve neglected things of late
I had the flu and couldn’t concentrate.
But once that was over, I could focus,
and I did some uneducated guessing,
about what the physiology skill-drill might be.
My group peer-assessed me, and those guys can be savage,
and a fail on the quiz could block my module passage.
I showed what I’d prepared, 2-hours focussed on things like prioritizing diagnoses.
Their questions were pointed but they didn’t reveal their prognoses.
How’d I do? I haven’t a clue.
I was quivering with exhaustion when I was through.
The professeur seemed pleased, and I got a few nods and smiles,
in my clinical-presentation debut.
.
,
A song for this:
Diary by Lucy Tun
You Need Therapy (Ready) by Mila Smith
non-compensatory - A fail in ED/PBL can block module passage
Bilocation enables multitasking,
simultaneously present everywhere,
each module of our Self in dream worlds basking,
of its true essence totally unaware,
yet freedom may be obtained without asking,
if ego rests and head and heart with love pair.
Love is God’s energy that entwines us all,
attuned to which, who we are we then recall.
the eagle has landed
July 20th, 1969
Apollo II’s lunar module
moon touch down
Neil Armstrong
“one giant step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
This was all over the TV but I was not watching
I was seventeen and had better things to do.
It seemed boring to me.
All that exists everywhere is God’s heartbeat,
each module representative of the whole,
delighting as polarities meet and greet,
dancing to love’s rhythm whilst playing their life role,
wherein as pulsations of rapture repeat,
the dance of bliss continues without a goal
and so vibration any, we’ll find God there,
if we are poised as awareness self-aware.
when our body-mind dissolves
ego recedes, soul evolves
with soul an offshoot of God
Who is known when heart has thawed
entering thought cessation
dropping body sensation
we as consciousness expand
obeying our heart’s demand
whilst humming a soundless verse
we swallow the universe
as the breath of God Himself
and then behold light of Self
our true Self stands outside time
and space, mirroring God’s chime
feeling complete, bliss replete
as light that does not deplete
from God comes Self, from Self soul
in pulse dual, in its role
each module merging with source
when life has run its full course
there is as such no one here
yet all are one, to us dear
God is in us, we’re in Him
in these dreams in which we swim
Eventualities don't apply to me
(I can dream)
no matter their presence
in the mirrors of reality
Always one step ahead
though the shrinking distance
haunts
like the miles left for a Tesla charge
eventualities be damned
A proud GTO once sneered
at the pitiful jalopies that
soiled the curb
a roaring young engine
never once to glance at
those left behind -
the defunct riffraff
that Pontiac replaced,
now, their value measured only
by the thump of a
Mecum gavel
The showrooms now occupied
by "green" Prius's
and other hybrid youths
who sneer at discontinued
glutinous appetites
While the GTO,
like a deserted lunar excursion module,
waits for the next Apollo mission -
still
I've learned to celebrate today
until my "jalopiness" overcomes me -
eventualities be damned!
An Airliner on its regular schedule
It seems the Airliner was stuck in an anywhere time module
The Airliner would take off in fligh5t in the present, but would go from current into unknown times
The flight would be smooth
The destination was supposed to be from Los Angeles to Chicago
The passengers, Pilot and entire Flight crew themselves going from through historical past
It planned on the Flight chart
Even the passengers had no idea as to what was going on and what was transpiring
Confusion and concern running through everybody’s mind
No explanation could be expelled into why and what was happening on the Airliner
Finding their way to where?
There was no getaway only time traveling entry way
Fuel was getting low
The airliner in flight, but seemed locked in time to anywhere
Stuck in time to nowhere bound
They couldn’t even return back to their time where everything started
Airliner in its own search, but loss in no find.
Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.
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