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Apr 2010
A point.
sequence
perchance a pattern
things constantly intertwined
perfect circle
golden ratios
where there are 2's there are 3's

but in the end...mystics

Our lady & father as named in scripture

sequential gatherings
we join as community worshipers

there are patterns as I walk
numbers as we talk
non-believers gather on us
Herald, we walk as words from your mouth into eternal
shall we seek forth that which repeats onto itself, changing again and again into familiarity?

Or has it been found already?
Perhaps before the eye could see it or the mind conceive it.

We take hope upon the chance this is but the process into something we have finished in ages past
For what would it be to know the answer, without the how, without the meaning?

We may know the how, given time,
however the meaning hasn't been seen yet & the purpose has faded as other things become clear.
Must there always be this strict balance?

Perhaps the comprehension of such balance is a sect, missing among a unitary spiral of knowledge.

Always this path is uncertain, I navigate it as much as can be done, but this vessel is fickle & prone to deranged bouts of change

As I think, breathe, see, hear, vibrate, pulse, fluctuate with life...there is nothing and I revel in it
Wrote this right after watching the movie Pi by Darren Aronofsky: a mathematic cerebral thriller of sorts. I love that movie as I seem to relate to many parts of it. Math is the language of nature and this is my own form of questioning myself and those around me.
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