So you are all family -
How you treat them.

Disgusting. Shameful.
Savage. Uncaring.

In clouds of murky waters,
You who I swim towards.
In torrents I take you under,
In riptides of ripped thighs
Where only bones wash ashore.



Ateʰ-Sebek, Ihy-Ptah;
Suchus-Bacchus |
Ihy-Ptah/Orpheus-Peitho, Ateʰ-Sebek;
Schesmu/Zagreus, Harpocrates/Horus |
Kronos-Osiris, Toth-Uranus |
Shu-Skhmet, Ptah-Bastet

Have you yet made companions
Of Vulnerability & Confusion?
For they are the parents
Of Arrogance & Ignorance.
Whom foster the children
Compassion & Patience.
Who give birth
To Innocence & Logic.

Innocence & Logic,
Which grow to be
Virtue & Wisdom.
After the puberty of
Focus & Knowledge.

For what you were, you are (k)not;
For what you were not, you are naught.

This is the gift of the present & of presence,
You who are being & are a being.
Change is the promise of now,
With potentiality being the triumph of the Futures,
Which hinges up the fulcrum of your variability.

How you walk with fluctuations;
How you grow, adapt, & evolve.

The Future, as past now & at present is;
To control how you mutate,
To find meaning - which is already in existence -
To liberate your companion(s), Expression & Existence.

This is the way (,)
Of Evolution.

So many puddles;
There are the puddles of your planet,
There is an atmosphere of elements in vapors which puddle,
There is a heliosphere which puddles from forces like gravity -
So many degrees,
It staggers the mind to think.

Like oceans which ripple.
Like Electric arcing.
Like blades of grass growing.

Kronos to Atys,
Time to Humans;
Never reaching to grasp their true Nature,
Compassion & Patience.

Only when the waters recede
Is ever there patience,
Only when they flood
Is there ever compassion.

For you compromise all balance
And so you comprise limited liberation.

For, as you all 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 to be,
You are unworthy.

There is some in-between
Which I do not post 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

But I digress.

You all who are mortal,
You who reincarnate.

You have had your eclipses;
You, the reincarnations.
Wandering the dunes of Time;
Life, as new desert(s) valleys,
Which forgets (,) before itself.

This is bad health,
Good is remembrance.

Erase not the hills before you
If you seek the freedom & liberation
That awaits you on the Mountain.

Will you welcome & accept new Sun?

Do you need a sunset?
You who cry & ache to go on,
But refuse compassion & patience.
I who can zap & short-circuit,
I who can bring forth the meteors & comets,
I who can churn the molten oceans of Electric.

Who can call upon the Ripples, the Radiations, the Crystallizations.

I who have kept you at start; now,
At is.

Father; I have slipped her,
I who was the only one
Whom her body could ever let her guard down around.
Your wife, my mother, has died.

I know you are in there,
Though your mind is yet blind.
I know you see & hear,
Watch & listen.

Forgive me.

For I know you are both of the divine.
It was her decision
That she was yet unable to make,
Having lived eons in instinct's subjugation.

I who am your son,
I shall shepherd you to liberation -
I shall break your chains.

I who am
Evolution.