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A community gathers:
deadened words like scattered bones,
gather for a redressing,
then
tendons, flesh, and skin cover the
the alpha-betical random disbursed
skeletal bones
and yet
they are lifeless!
white, dried out,
crumbles of nicks & notches jumbled upon a table.
white bones dead upon a white table cloth
and the question
unspoken,
is spoke:
**Sons of man, Daughters of woman:
can these word lettered bones yet-live?**
and then,
the breath of life,
from a collective of now-realized memes,
disguised names tossed aside,
human faces & one voice rising,
a gentle, paced coalescing
into a literal singular
L'esprit du corps
infecting
these lettered collections
with fire and water into breathing living things,
human voices ringing,
inflecting
the words
with a subtle million colored shaded meanings,
and many gathered together
speak, greet, an empowered crescendo,
a ram’s horn (a shofar)
bugles the assembly
to attention
with a sole and soulful command!
write! share!
p.s.
i am their(s)
in spirit
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The "Valley of Dry Bones" is a famous prophetic vision found in Ezekiel 37 of the Old Testament. God transports the prophet Ezekiel to a valley full of scattered, dead bones and asks him,
"Son of man, can these bones live?"
Ezekiel watches as a miraculous transformation occurs:
Bone to bone: The bones rattle and connect into full skeletons.
Flesh and breath: Tendons, flesh, and skin cover the skeletons, but they remain lifeless.
The Breath of Life:
At God's command, the "breath" (or Spirit) enters them, and they come alive, standing up as a vast army
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共同体の集い:
散らばった骨のように、言葉たちは死し、
それらを修復し、整えるために人々は集う。
すると――
腱(けん)、肉、そして皮膚が、
アルファベットの順序も定かではなく、無作為に散らばっていた
あの骨格たちを覆い尽くす。
……それなのに、
彼らは未だ、命なきままだ!
白く、乾ききって、
傷や刻み目の欠片(かけら)が、テーブルの上に雑然と積み重なっているだけ。
白いテーブルクロスの上で、白い骨たちが死して横たわる。
そして、ある問いが――
口にされずとも、
確かに発せられる:
**人の子らよ、女の子らよ――
この文字で綴られた骨たちは、再び生き返ることができるのか?**
その時――
「生命の息吹」が吹き込まれる。
今やその本質を自覚した「ミーム(概念)」の集合体から、
偽りの名や仮面は投げ捨てられ、
人としての顔立ちが露わになり、一つの声が立ち昇る。
穏やかで、確かな歩調で、それらは融合し――
文字通り、一つの「個」へと統合されてゆく。
『L'esprit du corps(集団の精神)』
それは、
文字の羅列に過ぎなかったこれらを集積体を、
火と水をもって「感染」させ――
呼吸し、躍動する「生きた存在」へと変容させる。
人々の声が響き渡り、
言葉の一つひとつに、
幾百万もの色彩を帯びた、繊細な意味の陰影を「吹き込む」。
そして、集いし多くの人々が
語り合い、挨拶を交わし、力強いクレッシェンド(高まり)を奏でる。
羊の角笛(ショファール)が鳴り響き、
集会の人々を「注目」へと招集する――
ただ一つ、魂を揺さぶる号令と共に!
書け! 分かち合え!
追伸:
私の魂もまた、
彼らと共に在る。
<~>
「枯れ骨の谷」は、旧約聖書『エゼキエル書』第37章に記された、有名な預言の幻視です。神は預言者エゼキエルを、散らばった死せる骨で埋め尽くされた谷へと導き、彼に問いかけます。
「人の子よ、これらの骨は生き返ることができるか?」
エゼキエルが見守る中、奇跡的な変容が起こります。
骨と骨の結合:骨々が音を立てて組み合わさり、完全な骨格へと形作られてゆきます。
肉と息吹:腱、肉、そして皮膚が骨格を覆いますが、それらは未だ命なきままです。
生命の息吹:
神の命令により、「息吹」(あるいは「霊」)が彼らの内に入り込みます。すると彼らは生き返り、立ち上がり、巨大な軍勢となってそこに現れるのです。
** Kyōdōtai no tsudoi:** Chirabatta hone no yō ni, kotoba-tachi wa shishi, sorera o shūfuku shi, totonoeru tame ni hitobito wa tsudou. Suruto ―― ken (ken), niku, soshite hifu ga, arufabetto no junjo mo
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
Level 29 has been really hard for me
I can’t seem to get the hang of this game called
Life
I thought by now I would have it more figured out,
I’ve been playing long enough
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 5:28 PM UTC
In supposition
she'd laid her hand in mine and
her palm felt Fate retch
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 12:07 AM UTC
Did you ever felt like jumping off a cliff,
Not because you wanted to die,
But because you can?
Because no one is going to stop you?
Because you want to see the aftermath?
Did you?
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:17 AM UTC
Twenty-nine belts bravery from a bottle.
It feels like all talk and no game.
Twenty-nine has thighs that don't lie
and a finger that motions you
to come closer.
It relearns each facet of love
and finds beauty in its own reflection.
Twenty-nine betters the invention
instead of reinventing it.
It imagines kissing strangers to feel alive and
gifts the pearl to the jewel thief
with no words- only smiles.
Twenty-nine strikes a match
in the middle of a pitch black nowhere,
only to see the smoke twist up and away.
It cracks and hisses when it feels its been forgotten.
It smells like pine needles, orange peel, and sun bleached cotton.
Twenty-nine forgets those who have forgotten it
but thanks them for the lessons.
It likes church but only for the music, architecture, and sociology.
Twenty-nine won't apologize for passion or pity,
but it will drip with empathy at inopportune times.
Twenty-nine steeps itself in scalding water
only to discover its true flavor.
It finds no comfort in the opinions of others
but will only rest at the signal of a nod of approval.
Twenty-nine looks down into the neverending
and can't decide if it wants to jump or run.
It handstitches a parachute
as it dangles one foot over the edge,
says a prayer to no god
but writes hymns that bring tears.
Twenty-nine keeps breathing.
It keeps breathing.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:17 PM UTC
29 messages
to realize all the wasted time,
one explosion
and you go take your faults,
make them mine,
Oh dear you knew
I planned to stay until the end.
But I won't compromise
my boundaries anymore,
I'm not just a vessel you cherish
when you wish to pour,
Now I'll be the one
to close this door,
No I no longer care to be yours.
And I won't regret
the truth that I said
Couldn't keep your
ego satisfied,
left your bitterness unfed.
You asked me to go away,
I'm sorry I couldn't
fill up your plate,
but my voice is
something you'll never take.
You asked me to go away,
maybe we do belong
in separate lanes,
but you're gonna end up lonely
with that sourness in your veins.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
I was under for only 29 minutes..
And yet I lived a life of 67 years..
I was on the planet Earth..
I had a beautiful family and a beautiful life..
It was on my final days..
I had a visit from ghost of my past..
At least I thought they were ghost..
Turns out they were messengers..
Beautiful memories of others for me to remember..
Turns out Earth had been destroyed over 2000 years ago..
However we are provided to live one cycle there..
To remember where we came from..
To remember her in all her glory..
I awake truly 67 years later 29 minutes under..
I remember them so fondly..
My family..
I miss them..
We are scattered among the stars now..
Looking for a new home..
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC