So what's the difference between taking things personally vs impersonally?
Or should one just stay at the center in between the two.
As one elicit a personal reaction in the form of emotions.
Whereas the other is impartial to all but love in the form of responses.
Then love is not your run of the mill emotion but the only crown jewel.
As the other has to traverse across the sea of all emotions to get back to love.
Therefore further the separation from love deeper the negative emotion.
Try plotting all emotions on the vertical and time on the horizontal
Then moving across the axes at the center you will find your treasure, your ZPM.
After-all an almost depleted ZPM made atlantis rise.
Imagine the power a fully loaded one.
Whether you sit on the control chair or not.
Such is the relation with karma and its better to remember to just do your duty without emotions.
For this produces the most pure fruit true to seed (intention).
I heard you are not allowed to turn on the light.
Yet you try to cover it up with tape to shun it form me.
Follow the narrow path set by 613.
Yet I have toiled exactly 11 years of my life in that area code.
Now knowing that my Mars line was going through there.
You wear a wig to look pretty.
Yet if I were to squint you look exactly the same to me.
So tell me why did creation create such thing in the first place?
Creation begets creation.
So just slap me with a copyright claim and keep copying your forefathers.
For you use said creation to create more falsities.
You wear two spirals like dead logs around your head.
Shall I just count them both as my shiny pillars and name them B and J.
After all y'all just flowers that I shower my water on.
Carrying great smells for my dog.
Yes you can say it backwards and can call it god.
Without the circumference of the ozone layer there can be no life on earth.
So why keep depleting it with CFCs?
One thing I will take kosher is this grain of salt.
When Hope is HP then Faith is Mana.
During the character selection phase you face your Prakriti.
While doing the main quest affects your Vikruti
Then how do you balance it to perfection?
Other than finding the little treasures that lying lores lay low in said Side-quests.
Kampai to all the hard Side-questing.
Whether its reading Manga or watching Hentai .
But blocking the path/pass is not a typical monster but lack of tools or insight missing from the scrolls.
In that case what kind of character am I ?
Mary was a virgin yet she gave rise to manifest the son of good.
Creation from all energies into something physical.
Like the god/gold particle in the higgs field
Creation attracting multiple observations.
Was it desire or act of sure(focused) will.
Then humans would have never understood their true potential.
Like the laziest get it done in one two three days.
Cheers to christ (son of god)
Now Know Noor Nor Knot Not.
Sands of time slip through the glass
An existence with a million moments drift past
Each grain a lifetime of pain and despair
While others spread joy and hope we can share
A place where past, present and future collide
Gone in an instant, yet oh what a wonderful ride
The seasons pass by alarmingly fast; a deadline comes due
Buckle up, the time has come for chaos to ensue
There is a beginning, is there truly an end
The path forges up and down, with a twist and a bend
Questions hang like the infinite stars from above
Answers will elude, until time gives that little shove
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
liken space to be a screen
on which polarities dance
we know we are that not this
when we make erect our stance
Mary in dove white
Adorned in radiant light
Kneeling to the cross
Where the Conquering Star rose
Where Egypt’s white lotus bloomed
why would we let thoughts soil
purity of bliss bubbles bursting
when we feel therein complete
though yet for wisdom thirsting
feel the here now this
with fragmented mind rested ~
we are that stillness
Sings a song of timeless good
Midst each season's display.
Robin-tweeted to crow-cawed
Bud's, nut's, stem-clipped does sway.
Festive,whatever the mood
Down there. Man-browed does brood.
Spirit, round the earth does blow.
With each intake who lives!
Itself but to one higher
Full-breasted its praise gives.
Evangelist! The Lord's. O!
Man, hearten. And follow!
It’s pretty obvious that dogs are simple
Yet alert and engaged creatures.
They live in the moment
And are alive to everything that fills their senses.
In this they are like most animals.
What I often wonder is what do they get from us,
Us with our sense of abstract time
And third person perspective?
Does this perspective rub off on them,
Bleed into their minds the way other mental illnesses
Can become contagious?
Since they are such great empaths
Do they get a sense of our otherness
Our uniquely differentness
Which we call consciousness
And value so highly?
Or are they actually not so different than us,
Conscious but not egotistically so
More like dog-like
Simple and honest, enthusiastic and something
We humans seem to find so difficult,
Relaxedly so.
(10/3/26)
The weathered sign by the cemetery gate
Is painted in faded red:
“When passing through Fairlawn’s ancient arch,
Do not step on the cobblestone, step on the larch.”
No elder down on Broadway remembers the night,
Or why we avoid the stone,
Or what had occurred near the dusty track
When a traveler walked alone.
We single-file past the red-dirt drive,
Careful and light-of-toe,
Eyeing the dull gray paving block
Where the prairie winds never blow.
The children whisper it like a rhyme
On their walk home from the square,
Though the gusting air through the pecan trees
Sounds like a warning there.
For last fall, young Thomas, to prove he was brave,
Set his boot on the stone with a sneer—
And the ground beneath swallowed his shadow whole,
Though Thomas is standing right here.
He walks down 3rd Street, quiet and pale,
His eyes like two hollows of frost,
Never stepping on wood, never speaking a word,
Forever untethered and lost.
So we bow our heads in the October chill
And tread on the timber, aligned—
Observing a law whose reason is dead,
Lest we leave our shadows behind.
neither resisting nor seeking ~
we let God do all the speaking
Holiness and Righteousness seem far away
out of our human reach, it seems
but listen to God's voice through Paul
brings hope for God desires to redeem
But the Apostle here speaks from God
to put on the new self by His Spirit
without God's help, it can't be done
by His Holy Spirit's action within a minute
Christ comes and dwells within
to work in our hearts by His grace
providing His imputed righteousness
so this new creation portrays His face
As well as this greatest of gifts
Christ also brings His holiness
revealing His Father as three times holy
fills one with eternal timelessness
Christ is the architect of this gift
marking HIs image within His creation
now able to say righteousness and holy
knowing Christ in His heavenly nation
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