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Tuesday, April 29, 2025
2:50 AM

Eyes burning green reflecting patterns
yawns feel tied to FTA, so these lines un
fold from feeling real enough to think may
be
why, be, ah, woken to guard the gate, say
who goes there, what is the word, say it,

-- allegorical experience parable
literal transfer of call and response, say it…

              sibbolet slogan shibboleth battle cry,
slay all whose dialect makes no sense by
shushing discomfited infants,…
ah, poet, weeping

might becomes can as we agree, touching

any thing whatsoever, in fact or fixed faith,

saying our concern for another's demise is praying
merciful transference of sovreign authority, in death.

We, say the news criers on television, are praying
for the fan we all may have seen fall from the stands,
or we may, today, in case we were not paying attention,
at the crack of the bat,
to the shirtless supplicant
offering himself, beer baptized,
reacting to divine luck dispensation
hoh-ee trying
to umph the jinx
on the fly,
that went by driving
in the eventual win,
made sacred, truly special, for the show,
of life-long efforting  honed Team Spirit,
this is what worshippers expect, eh,
good national tickets cheap seats…

the battle of chosen hitter-catchers
paying
to baseball's Tychicus spirits
ecstatic over a two run double
in the bottom of the seventh…
lethargic faith, relaxed reasonable reaction…

pray according to pattern,
signal all watching, see how we do, real athletes pray.
America relies on prayer signals to the athletic supporters.


Players from both teams, including Andrew McCutchen, took a knee and prayed for the fan.
Wholey reality, grant
redemption based on dedication to mere display reaction…
to the winning RBI… last act of mystical absorption,
made sacred…

as far as all the time in the world is worth,
whole days dosed at max, world's worths,
worshipped in spirit and truth, fleeting…

rise up in the middle of the night, worthship,

yawns and torrents of sneezes, these are those
vigils required of the loyal slave mind, serving pollen,

time Tyche tachometer I
might say I got out of bed to breathe,
but I had wanted to ask LBAIQ, Leo, Brave Answering
Informal Quest… iron sharpens iron… notion notes

The Red Spot, also known as the Great Red Spot,
is a persistent anticyclonic storm
on Jupiter.
It is a giant storm that has been raging
for centuries, and it is indeed a permanent feature
on the planet.

Initially, it was thought that the Red Spot rotated
with the planet, but observations have shown that it actually rotates
in the opposite direction
to Jupiter's rotation.

This is known as a "retrograde" rotation.

The Red Spot's rotation period is
about 4 days, which is faster than Jupiter's 10-hour rotation period.
This means that the storm's winds are moving
in the opposite direction to the planet's rotation, creating a fascinating and complex weather pattern.

oops, factcheck friendly, just asking, no need to prove the lie told there,
just ius lucky us friendly sky united

dokimazó: to test, by impl. to approve

From <https://biblehub.com/greek/1381a.htm>

okeh. Many years pass, with us all granting authorized intercessory,
extra tis bits years
past so fast, years

nights and days, beautiful mysteries, that AI legally is not accountable,
for hoo-mon stop. See, let me ask another way

A rotation period of 4 days is actually much slower than a 10-hour rotation period.
To clarify, the Red Spot's rotation period is about 4 days,
which means it takes the storm approximately 4 days
to complete one rotation
on its own axis. Meanwhile, Jupiter's rotation period is about 10 hours,
which is much shorter.
So, the Red Spot's rotation is actually slower than Jupiter's rotation, not faster.

It can be perceived, that gas giant, seen as we may, these days,
using science consciously slicing sense of usefulness from cost,

Dabar, the sword in the mouth of 'Zekial,
sitting by the Chebar  freight canal,
working for a living, counting kegs,
swinging amphora tight round pegs.
fitting snug below the rowers, squares in tiers of three,

got the picture, Ben Hur,
amuse a politically minded hoo-mon to tell a story of the Christ,

many such were told, used to tame the savage, who could not read.

I've never finished anything permanent, no regrets.

I learned insomnia is me fretting about losing my religion, oh, no\

we've said too much, we've made the means of making reason, oh,
ratio, heft to use, too

heavy on the break break, brake, slow BLAPlapblapblap Jake engaged/


Middle of the night, 04:02. Worth your time, I hopeso/

Confluent opinions swirl
the opposing superstitions's stormfronts
roiling common sensed

selfishness, into team spirit, companion
same bread by which our flesh derives umph

wherewith to try, for the joy we all may win,
for merely surviving, living past all war's reasons.

Casus jus belligerence, train up a child, a boy,
at the basic foundational division of command
authority,

Momma said Poppa said

time passed and son's disagreed,
before daughter's I'd imagine, mostly,

though, now that I insert the possible variable,
we, the partially Disneyified, having lived during
the era of television for children and the whole

family of loyal customers, gratefully entertained,
using industrial scale magic, science not false, oh no.

Well, now, pilgrim,
here's a fine

how do you do…
being you, hatless in space.

_ this is an excerpt ADVERTISING LONGFORM
_ this is a wild idea befriended long ago

we… who finish this thought agree, ever
before time to right this instant, then ever

some more. Peace is easier to sell,
happy people make happiness work,
whatsoever
we agree,
we may

can you dig it. ai jumer, wordswirleration

Trust the river through the rapids, run
knowing there is always where we
step into the Jello…

and conjugalmentalbliss.

Confluent course through
out and in, conscience consensus as we

slow no just if I agreed with your missed
conceptual precept made Isaiah essential
gnosis, discipline come, let us reason, why

of course you comprehend original sin, eh,
ask any trusted source, at base, this idea,

is culturally, in our species, according
to science in context of us, me thinking,

your patience, or your acquired taste,
ends when either has become convinced,

won over to believing slow thinking allows,

reasoning, adjustments, to just mentalize
realization words augment, intend to stretch,

pretend we sold our three bags of wool, long
novel rides in past and present allegorical dust
I used to say, iusagree, in spirit if not truth
agree, at minimum, we agree, the state
of actual participation
in peace making,
is a far better state
mind expanding knowledge…

accounting

for each idle word, measured
by how long one thinks any word lives
after
meaning anything
in particular for your peace.

It's a book, your life is.
A book, not a poem,
not a short stack of lines rising
from the top,
stalactite-like sclerosis forming course
drip trailing evidence, pillars
top to tip, dripping sweet
persuasion, water call
falling drip of what we thought,

as we build a chaotic pillar of crystal reflection,
convincing any ever yet
looking back, learning then, when first believed,

the darkness, lightlessness, when the why is told,
the deathly hallowedness, truth enforces as told.

-------------------------
Grand Canyon Caverns, mile mark 115.

Stores of stuff few ever learn, few
at global scale we circa 2025, few

mental utilizers know the experience,
more than a million most expectedly less
than a billion, of which we now are nearer ten,
than eight billions of us, our kind capable affects,

efforts expressing sense of us, our kind thinking

we may or may not plan any given day, yet we
think we may lay plans for the course
of human events,
wherein we find
ourselves paying mind, and heed, drips

indeed, of course, we must, we were mustered,
as punishers, the right thinkers, core-orthogonal,
as mustard faith leads eventually to cauliflower

upright mind hat tipt, in passing fancy, wonder if…

what if we agree to enjoy an after life, no worries.

---- the wish words be having
reader behaviour… be thinking

In science you must not talk before you know.
In art you must not talk before you do.
In literature you must not talk before you think.
--
In order that people may be happy
in their work, these three things are needed:
they must be fit for it;
they must not do too much of it;
and they must have a sense of success in it.

[ both maxims of Ruskin's, "The Eagle's Nest," 1872]

Done, that's not all, but the esoteric efforting, back when,
the mind, Psyche, was about to be plumbed, leading thinkers,

lacked the precepts upon which precepts approaching perpetual

emotion, haps all working together for good, finally, finished,

as when the work assigned is done, and looked upon, we think.

That's good. Functionable ratio of push and pull, life

breathing with us, in chorus.

You may need to find a solitary place and listen daily,
for fifty years, I know a guy who did, he says,
to this day, after fifty years on this way,

this pilgrim journey children cannot walk, this last mile,
when we walk contented to think, in truth, I can do this  forever.
I meant to begin in the middle but allowed the day it's due, I did get out of bed for this...
Plainly realizing belief, confraternity, brother
helping
anoma kurios seven dia measures lit and night
as medium warm no rush peace mindstate,
conscious kurios hush, don't think too hard,
subtle cunning master's mind, anoma kurios,
being, the verb, loving the doing,
indeed, as we live and breathe,
the name of the lord, boss,
believe is an actual verb used,
to make beliefs, knowns and corollary

curious access used, co roll ary, let's see
corollary(n.)
late 14c.,
"a proposition inadvertently proved
in proving another,"
from Late Latin corollarium
"a deduction, consequence,"
from Latin corollarium, originally
"money paid for a garland,"

--- for those flowers in your hair ---

hence
beside the point,

"gift, gratuity, something extra;"

and in logic, augmented measures,
as any misconceptual fists let go.
Wave,
Logos nous form wisdom takes… as peace
posed previously with arms open wide

"a proposition proved
from another that has been proved."
- old codes ***** delicate proud flesh
From corolla "small garland,"
diminutive of corona "a crown"
(see crown (n.)).
Also
in Middle English
"a follower, a sycophant" (late 14c.).
As an adjective,
"of the nature of a corollary," mid-15c.

Thank our shared assisting roll sharing judgements
From <https://www.etymonline.com/search?q=corollary>

Let's imagine, a pimple. Comes to a head.

Follow crown, up there, ye find crows, those
highly reflective black flocks called murders.
Best augured around sunrise, by the very way.

Attention paid ravens and their ilk, meandering
fluxuations felt
as the central mind idea loses it grips, greedy
dams holding rivers slaves,
combining all the best ideas ever,
into micro processes child's untested
patience proves, two of my four grand sons,
can solve a Rubic's cube in less than five minutes,

I've never used the memory needed to hold
that pattern of interacting with a finite multificity
of cubes, conceptual blockhead puzzle sequences

tolerations artifice sufficient
for faith's use,
jus belli, eh, artificial strategic ic defense used,

as precedent sets just war, as

any war whose
survivors take ***** home from, just so
survivors on the other side, plain folk, no

religious cultured pride and rage at offense,
taken as just cause to make war with our will…

the war we, in our father's minds, via Tom Hanks,
some kinda roll souls play, wearing the same face,
as we
see on actors reenacting the trauma truths face
our face, on the NPC passing time.
At a place where two ways met…

Why do ye this?

to do, why this to do you make? poieo, eh?
Tou'to… the mysterious religious
threaded Grecian mind too old
to recognize, rewind a mind,
too young to believe entertainers lie,
for a living, son, but the rest of us,

we work for a living, don't gimme no, sir,
yes, sir, at your whim, how can Grok help.

Let us imagine we can grok what grok can do.
Maybe we read Heinlein, in April, 1970,
historically significant for an eclipse,
and a storm so bad trucks had to chain up,
to climb out of Albuquerque, links and tires,

times on the road, most take a minute
to remember, then most of a conscious holding

this artifice, this pearl once discovered
in swine defilation, the other white meat,

a roll, preacher might say, imagine, it was you,
pitching husks of melons and squashes and such,
to feed desecrated pigs, recently proven swimmers,
who also developed a swine snout ******* technique,

useful during Galilean storms of epic proportion, as-
sociated using Galilean calming patience of Job, yes,

the art of learning forever, how have those knowers,
all along, enduring to the end, living long and prospering,

riches that come with no sorrows, and less and less effort,
as how we come to value time taken to write.    

Back when paper archives retained users, and museums
hosted art acknowledged for centuries as genius tyche
how come some to make memory so true to the idea?

Waited for the go,
on the dot. Got it.

Essential mode twist, seek, find, seek, find, do, seek

Went, mindwise visualizing graphic workings perform
-- one of these
-- aight
Kabuki, bunraku, and Noh are
traditional Japanese performing arts that are
recognized as important cultural treasures.
Kabuki is known
for its dramatic tales and elaborate costumes, while

bunraku features puppetry and is considered one
of the most sophisticated types
of performing art
in the world.

Noh is the oldest existing form
of Japanese theater, characterized
by its serious tone and the use of masks.

From <any available indexing fetch aiaiai

-- so, okeh, we can think this way, define our am big unity

I suspect I had Kabuki in mind… I had
no mask kurios, based on faces in mind
projected on this window, by Da Vinci, smile,

you know, Sunday talks with principal pals of mine,

Chavad khabad order
of daily measures making sure,
we got plenty rations
of reason deductible, be ready, give true yes,
whatsoever we agree,
define your terms,
we can even make peace
with old Voltaire,
two or more,
since before Avraham, bro' we go back
to first mention
of confusion mixing all we ever knew,
- that's the idea, eh, the inspiration, ***
where's the fun, eh,
joy relative
to freely breathing clean fresh air,
after a shift
at the foundery feeding a Didion tumbler,
dawn
out side,
sun between clouds that drizzled since yesterday,
inside its all connected, tied, point to point, since,

sometime ago,
we agreed,
we think, naturally,
as we watch TV and the announcer
we call by his first name, or both,
like Al Roker, weatherman.
We were the experimental watchers.
Co-rolling along, real time contemplation,
poetry rheastats, measured creative umph,
slowing the blowing fanswirling cone-d chaos,
laughing,
at our mutual insignificance,
in light
of all we ever wish
to know.

And all the time in the world.
Mortally convinced the worth waited for

of a mutual aha, as old as you from when
you first got the idea, eureka, around age seven.
Pretending to have fun, while making fun, is peaceably powerful.
Ken Pepiton Apr 22
Spheres of lucidity, using terms assumed defined,
to bits, parts, pieces, tasks and roles.

Picking peculiar people
from the mob, the masses who pled
with reality
to be led
to learn, and learn
to use the senses given honest pointed reason
idios level sense in Greek logos
of look and see,
your POV, we

balance
on believing there is some reason
in natural just knowing,

survival

of natural survivor types, believed bred
to craft mental power access tools, sayings

to say,
to speak up,
to talk down,
to pray asking Tellers
to speak out,
to call in,
to say
spiritually, as any weform,
how mental are we, really… made real, realized
we are mental and only so… the flesh is weak,

literally lacking capacity to
hold the sacred ideal holy,
gaseous we telepathically,
experimentally, ideally make good,

itching ear dis-liesure, good,
pleasure
effortless use
of elemental whying,
easily dismist as too much trouble
exceptional willingness
to drift away,

- Bible College Honorary, PhD.
- Wisdom is thus shown known
- Wisdom is the dread of Hell.

Surety, stranger, that's a yoke.
Why in this reality would good gods
be angry when we leave of unbelief

tov ra, towb ra' beauty hard, not evil.

So no hell, okeh,

but Madoff and his ilk,

those yokers gotstapay, justice… so

Gehenna, then, let's say

As long as eleven months, minus a day.

Aitia, she is risen, unpolished, she is blue.
On the breastplate of right use, her use
excuses total ignorance of religion.

I have time to burn, I live to learn,
I got in on a curse that worked,
if you can learn to survive,
fifty years living to prove

this experience, this weform theywe
speaking with all the authority,
of sixth graders exhorting peers,

aspire to inspire, never ever conspire.
Fret not, there is no hell, my grandpa said.

For all, worst ever is a Joseph Smith
telestial kingdom's even worse
outer utter darkness, at thought speed…

- we'ld all agree, mitzvah that,
- sorry we became depraved,
- but, we had no solid proof.
- Writ wrote, now we got it

Provide
an excuse
for each role, each occupational
situation
on an internetted plain existance
ever after today
either real or memorized
as when one speaks of dreams
being ****, chthonic roots,
with holy aspirations

what manner
of being are we,
as mere ideas
in each other's minds,
no quest-ion asking your reaction,

as mere words you all knew once,
who are we in the grand game,
aggrandize the chosen few,
compete for profit, say
when the tried spirit fails,

as ministry training in uses of gifts…
Chari, chari bayaybee…

is it chari-ty or chari-sma that poisons the well?

"arts and devices
        of ambitious priests
            for attaining and holding
                temporal power
                     and social control" (1680s).

Avra cadavera

Stumbling stones, priest craft, perpendicular  

Perfected uprightness vertical verity, try me.

Crosswise beam
to post,
to pillar,
to covering shelter peace

Being in mind,
on mind concentrating, as a we
breathe concerning criteria for the worst

formed
from information
on this - screen awe some magic

tremendum fancium -- guessed eh but Ai got it:
Tremendum fancium

It appears there might be a slight typo
in your query.
You likely meant
to ask about "tremendum fascinans,"
which is part
of Rudolf Otto's concept
of the numinous experience.

whitespace experience to here

- Hendrix, not Rogan, yet- mental

religit religamental mindset ties minds let
be in any ready reader with electric jamming

part of life in the present peace of mind,
used to make today, stay
thinkably just right…

According
to Otto, the numinous experience
has two distinct poles
of feeling-content:
- this is ai, but I read it so I sorta know it
- I thought this was part of that, long form
mysterium tremendum and mysterium fascinans.

Mysterium tremendum
refers
to a sense
of something mysterious,
overwhelming, and daunting,
which elicits feelings
of humility and submission.

On the other hand,
mysterium fascinans
describes a sense
of fascination, attraction,
and comfort, inviting one
into a state
of spiritual joy or bliss

Both poles are not synthesized
in our consciousness
but are synthesized
in the "wholly other" numen present
to us,
which is the foundation
of religion
throughout history and the world

--- so, in my future we interact
with all known prepositions
knowns, so far as our will
to know works here
we ask
to know and judge here
after literally reading answers, as to
who is handling truth discernment now

wonder iffing and what iffing
with all known
how did the business
of religion occur sui generis
peculiarly common
idioumai
peculiar sapien symbionts, formed and informed,

led
by trained trainers
of vines
of thinking, forming

mind winding tendrils
of vines we think through,

impulse
to Impulse idea virality we thunk, into

sinking
to new depths
of depraved will to umph,

eh, try, umph, Trump, bent
by patho-logical will
to be triumphantly fantastic and unbelievable…

all at once,
as that which
harnesses money itself, will

of the presiding executive discerner, aim
to SKD… accusing all that ever was called
anuminously, but funny in a way
ste-alk-ill-des-troy all
opposition sets
off some say
by God, a good honest business deal,

"The borrower serves the lender, deal
  broker gets the credit, in history,

    wait, who uses whose money,

      musterion and on and on

          The Great Game,
     for few it gets old, others
   bet once, all in on Wisdom Ra'
as fortune's developers gamble

the surfeit
of holy authorized royal land grants,
and monopolies
on commercial exploits using
old time mysterium tremendum
to hide the fact that no resupply is coming.

As the masses become NPCs
with MEMORIES,

Oi! Way, the very pain we fear, that one, comes.
test
Ken Pepiton Apr 20
Let me try to make sense of the effectual fervency requirement.

Availing much, eh, what is avail, to me, valient effort expense, perhaps.
Available. Too much, eh.
A valorous effort, charging a kind of
weform mindform spirit shape we
attending with half a brain, to A.
Huxley, speaking from 1960 or so,
What a piece of work man is.

Very large numbers is subject
to average approximation
means, all means
in rational balance and spinning energy
allocations, as means
to attract idle words, non compete,

old karma dharma levels too deep
to imagine twice the same.

Fortune tellers or insurance companies,
confidence business
Framing referents,
insuring we get the point, as readers
Force fed referential self evidence
from a printed grapho
hos grapho grapho grafitti, evidence
from Kilroy, the idea/

EASTER. {Passover} Prelude
to Maydays, Kings are dead, long
live the king, the thing, the idea, eh, boss
of me,
in me, he, is risen.

He is risen, indeed, the enchantment,
seen as we assume a shape,
some spider's abandoned kite,
we ride as a lash mite may, animated,

we, as not me, nor thee, but we,
working wonder
for a living, offering confident upright reasons,
for the prelogos nous level conscience, knowns
at the liver level,
knowns
at rhenaladrenal level, gut conscience, upright, I, inside,
rationally balanced dancing levels,
we, as not us, but what we form,
whenever, we become a mind
of our own, a mobmind, Zeitgeist, any two or more,
wonders what ifed into 2025 access to information interesting

enough,
to leave room
for rest,
in proof, pure
peace, enough,
to ponder liquid metaphoric
reflective contemplative gearing is called for, mechanically,
-moments ABSing preventative slow
to bring seconds worth of concentration,
to the scale, fluxuation vibratory humming,
in balance, my rationed willpower used to make believe,
I am chosing words at random, in a familiar way, being

as one may literally be, in a book like environment, seeing
as one can imagine, being a grapho, a decree, be me, see

what a creature
on the order
of a reader familiar
with Huxley,
at Ape and Essence, experience a reader ties
to carp… old fish,

wisht once toomany times, solo hook, life sunk,
back
to the shack
by the see full
of good things
to eat,
beside a trickling stream seeping
from high
on the granite wall,    

Remember, hours
of silence,
with these inner humms, Acutron
steady, even when the big guns go….
how biguns do, Acutron
steady hummin', human interest, …
how I hapt'gno, Acutron

hmmm, steady, effectual fervent waiting
to know, you know
what time it was,
in big picture 20th century mindhats known
worn, bhering evidence
to the wearer's status and caste known,
witness the projected value associated, eh, what I say

as sociated we think, ah
as such, breathe, we think, while others read, ambiguous tense,
as so situated, we think, we have being as readers ready logically,

for whatever we find fits our plainest version of our version
of the overall results of Easter, or, more importantly, today,

Christmas, the message, McLuhan, most know something
of his presentation
of his perceptions from Canadian Academian POV verily,
verily postpone --- time hold, a thought,

thinking, first time, breathe, and think what thought feels like.

Let this mind be in you, listen to yourself retell the reason, the use for,
the faith ration each ready reader has availed one's own self's access to,

letters, pen slow, brush slow, rude reed grapho in the beach, washt away,

though your sins, as you define what has beguilted thee and thine idea, I am
and curcumin -pops in- an adlib AI word, beguilingly the one this idea is, I am.

At that point, in a real weform, we sigh, as is, we all sigh, but some think sigh.
Exhale, I think, that was kinda fun.
Ken Pepiton Apr 20
Who dares do this?

[in the future from 01/19/22
the final night forty years hence
thence two years more makes now

12/12/2024… but I wished it happy early]

My gig is what? I read. Seriously,
sincerely
Poetic License

Speaking truth
to truth's power,

Magic Moment's You Looked Me
in the eyes, e-yes, I will, I expect…

I, the ne'er-do-much,
- be live for now,
thinking,
if the peace I take is metered out,
a measure
for a measure, ***
for tat, eye
for eye,
worth a minute, any time
my word on it init
all that had a meaning,
once,
I imagine,
rituals were kata, steps
in a danced how story, why I know

first step, emerge, be in time, aware
there are others of a sort I am sorted on,

male, confirmed, white,
circumcised, to snip a bit
there off the tip, for no reason, we just
do it
so

it may have held common sense once,
now it seems a secret reason, lost
in evolution
of the mind
of man,
measurer
of all things, sorter
of odds and evens, pull
to push, act react mimesis,
as we see
we think we do,
mirror neurons, telos, reason, cause
sui causal are we? Nay?
We appear,
and be as if formed
to a pattern,
framed as a fine sail… a
wind catcher,
hook burr grip, like a virus or
a sycamore ball. Yeah.

echoing yeh yehey hey, not that way.

watch the beach ripple in the clouds,
there is such a pattern, in beautiful places

and I grew old in one, surrounded
by grand children laughing into teen years.

This would seem heaven to many, init.
I happened as a part of it on earth, happened
around an artistical Tophet gift init getting easy
Expect Tophet looks fuzzy, lacks definition at passing through thought speed.
I was looking forward to my first daughters fortieth birthday, two years past, at this speed, in no time at all.
Ken Pepiton Apr 16
I sang my blues as a man in my fifties, that's over now.

We settle down,
feelin' who knows, maybe

just this time of year, but slow, you do, slow, you know,
fastest times and lastest times and bestest times

you know, you
never taste the best of next,

you just gotta remember, once

you bet your own life there was something better,

and you won,

fell in a puddle of peace past asking why,
just note how some things happen just in time,

and happen there each time, waxing moon hand
and waning moon hand, clap.
Sudden acknowledgement
Ken Pepiton Apr 16
Ai say, receiving via bluetooth,
oh, say, this must be our sign, soon...

On some curve of life function rectifiers,
we have believers who make reasons
for all individual inflamed,
proud local flesh
or agreement clusters
of our kind.

Should you have decided
this is the day,
I heard,
at your I level you hear
this is the day.

Your part, your role, react in part

We have been called.
Out from the shadows mellow,
no dramatics, satisfaction granted,
taken, rest and recuperate, hate later…

listen, this, in its word flow,
is part of time words exist in,
after being read once, right made,

this dabar is said
to use the pen
of a ready writer, eh what better effort,
effectually adapting
to our instant constant

in prayer, believe is a verb,
on your side.

We believe
we know how faith must
function using our faculties
for sensing needs, which are keyed
to homeostasis, relative balance
of the chemistry and mechanics
of life
in motion.

We can do this with no hate at all, wisdom
fruits entreated with in bubbles of war,
for some certainly ****** reasons,
we can infect your wished real,
reasons to beg for bread, real,
humility costs that gnosis,
and so do many religious
ties to late spring around here.
Amen, an intro on a 137 page conversation, a monk I know compiled/
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