With words inscribed all over space and time a prayer it is, an ask and a thank you from a lowly servant to the greatest high above.
And with this comith once some more what looks like magic, erasure of the power of some words.
the horse men comith from the river under the earth
and Death whispered, "Go through the door and see what happens."
"...but you have to follow the a way"
Be still and listen
One day I'll tell you a story about numbers divisible by seven
The discussion of late
was that of an impersonal one
"of course a cartoon is an impersonal persona of God's delight"
no charm do we find in a simulacrum of beauty
by a talentless hack
Can you sing two sounds at once
One high, one low reaching above and below
calling forth Gods winged creatures
Smoke before your eyes
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
Long ago there were many of many different kinds of God's creatures which humans could see and hear here on Terra. Then one day Reason arrived from an inner place of pride where there could not possibly be a better pace, that which was set by the human race. Then some where all in step the human race lost their sight till surprise there was a bright big light to shine the way.
Not 'Luce', that trash is not the way to a God good ordered life under the eyes of God.
The half globe of dew on the blade of grass reflected the early morning pink hued light until her bare foot treaded the misty grass path. The misty grass path wound in spirals crossing here and there, sometimes you could jump some rocks or a stream and cut your way through, but clean dew grass new the way.
The old black crow from way above circling around in the umbra of a cloud, watched below as all the stories did unfold.
The squirrel had its back turned, the white tailed rabbit peeked out the spy hole hidden in the tree stump of the olive tree on the misty grass path.
the clock rang five though it was 9
how to tell time in a spiral lines
The clock strike three at eleven
clang clang on the coffee mug
along clang on the coffee mug
clang clang on the coffee mug
Scottish hound are on the way
one mother coffee soon to be fixed
another down a sunder next in line
little white tailed rabbits have many places with which to play
they borrow and seek that which has seeped
when they being their lift through the smoke
into the haze of the day
they jump and they sway
let your minds eye follow
the rabbits foot
Looking through the umbra of time
the spot of the ink
that seeps through the lines
folds of the fabric stained with the lies
Old is the place
her chair empty
as it waits
fractors of moments
gather in line
one by one is many as is one
froths of fog arrive
7:41 am
Did you hear the howl, I heard the owl, the crash through the bramble time is about to tumble
Gregory XiV
8:14
Did you look up and See it? Or did you see a distraction?
9:41
They say unto you on this sun day perhaps a bit more light to shine in front you.
3:41
She put her feet with the black and white oxford shoes that grounded her to terra tied tightly to her feet and moved through the doors.
4:14
A drop of water above her brow she flowed over the floor of the crushed tarazzo ground below.
Tea
Sugar
A DdraHEm
if you know what I mean.
Tsadhe
what is a zero but before or after here we go a revelation in your mind we are after
portals...
Christmas Eve st Peters basilica
Dec 26, feast of St Stephen, Ribibbia prison
Dec 29, Basilica of St John
Jan 1 St. Mary Major in Rome
Jan 5 Papal basilica of St Paul
to be bricked shut the 6th, the Epiphany
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