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Gideon Mar 8
Make peace with the past or it will consume you.
Like a tiger gnawing on bones, the days of our
ancestors will consume those who cannot lay them
to rest. A one-sided story is a lie of omission.
Happy endings exist on the last page of a book.
They do not expand into reality like an owl
spreading its silent wings. The owl’s life ends
after a new owl’s life begins. There is no true ending.

This is the truth. Make peace with it and find your
future in the past. Time is not a start nor an end.
It is millions of concentric circles that overlap
and repeat in a never-ending artwork. Whether
there is meaning in the artist’s intention is of no
consequence. There is meaning found in every
overlapping line. Meaning can be found at every
point where two circles connect. Without these
interacting shapes, the world would lose purpose.
Gideon Mar 8
When the line of one idea ends,
does the line divert into new ideas?
From one idea, do a couple, a few,
or several more split into existence?
Does one idea grow into new ideas
like a flower stem dividing into
several stems, letting more blossoms
bloom into beauty and brilliance?

When a circle of an idea starts,
does it overlap with past circles?
Do the overlapping colors and
textures create something new?
When the spark of a new idea is lit,
does it create a flame of creation and
craft that ignites, burning up projects,
releasing plumes of chaos in its wake?

Does your geometry have enough poetry?
——To Antoi Gaudi
“One that goes from Earth to eternity, to the highest.”


He was the genius architect in the first place

Using matter, pure and fine
He makes the life that he intends

But in arts pattern, and in science design
At the second place, he was a craftsman
where rigorous rectangles border
a dreaming perspective, where a stream
awakened, he created his life ideal


Then third, he was the naturalist,
Using all he has inspired, he stated
“The big book, always open and we
must strive to read” is that of nature
Least not last, fourthly, he was a guru
“the straight line belongs to men
the curved one to God ” Likewise
Movement meets stillness, a line meets a shout

He was always there in the history of Basilica
Architecture and Geometry
Art of fantasy and algebra wonders
Commentary:  From 2008, 2012, 2017, I made 3 times visit to Sagrada Família, Barcelona, where the architecture designed by Antoni Gaudi. The more time I visit, the more I immensely inspired by Gudi ’s world heritage contribution. Five generations now, we have watched the meticulous construction progress and with almost 140 years after the laying of the cornerstone, the work continues on the Basilica.
Glazel Salundro Aug 2022
"... and we were like parallel lines. We were not destined for each other and will never be."

"It depends on what type of geometry you're referring to. In hyperbolic geometry, parallel lines meet at an ideal point - a point at infinity. I don't mind living in hyperbolic space. Would you?"
Àŧùl Aug 2021
Beyond sacred geometry,
Hides a dark secret.

A secret of stolen symbols,
And stolen concepts.
My HP Poem #1939
©Atul Kaushal
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2020
~dedicated to the old poets here~

the addictive pairing of certain words, a line,
a lyric, slap-snapping you to full attention,
unfailing decades of instant recognition,
an adrenaline + caffeine shot that powers

a chance, a tensile injection that causes

the lips to commence a new choreography,
the fingers to tap, a jumbled, hurried, embattled
disorderly mess that regenerates, reformulates,
concords into agreement, a harmonic consistency

a geometry of many differing angles that equate

a hard physical, a soft mentality in a singled work,
coexisting in a sacred state of singed confluence,
though imperfect, satisfies mathematical boundaries
of a random outpouring, crowning the stripe inspiring

the spark that finally satisfyingly silences an ignited

filament a-glowing for years, that holy happens
to cross your antennae, fulfilling the need to honor,
the sacred geometry of chance, the honor to need,
the joy of saying, at last, this unwritten debt, paid!


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(1) a favorite of many years, a lyric from “The Shape of My Heart” by Sting

(2) Dec 3 2020 2:53pm  NYC
Amanda N Skaggs Jul 2020
Changing directions.
Shapes speak with points of bending.
A journey of lines.
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