we are modulated beings a narrow bandwidth of frequency is our perceived reality limited to maximize physical existence utility we cannot 5 sense other consciousness flowing around us as like water and air the static between tuned stations we skip through holds much information Blake's grain of sand a key to unlock a window waiting to be opened that once seen is a mind boggling view

its over and I know it. its over and I know it because, when I look at her she looks away. its over and I know it because she graduates today. its over and I know it because I felt our invisible string pull away. its over now and I know it.

the falcon circles a murmuration of minds electrons flowing in wires wings of digital content shapes the binary flight information flow phasma ex machina algorithmic synchronicity frequency resonance sympathetic harmony noosphere Tibetan bowls neutrinos in reverse overlapping universe dispels the Omega Point E 8 Ouroboros

I would pick the stars out of the sky for you. some people live to never love so much it hurts your guts, but I'm fortunate to experience it. your aura inspires me I'm scared to talk to you but I have so much to say can we start with I love you.

that single note hung there a door held open to the Otherworld of explosive stillness opening full my senses of that rushing edge of the moving horizon a drop of blindness over the falls to vision my form losing itself through the mist i am no longer earth bound i am no longer falling i am flying on this vibration beacon of sound a whisper of life i am deaf no more

we are ghosts forgetting who we are never becoming dying to please to appease dreams never written from a hand afraid to hold a pen afraid to spill some ink rushing to an end no attempt to write a self-styled plot inspired life-prose and thought if not we haunt ourselves being nothing a vague presence voiceless mist neuromancer psychopomp

enfold between sea and sky water well and dragon fire Brighids 3 and maidens 9 Ceridwen knows reality lies somewhere between Mephisto’s glare and the Cheshire cat’s fading smile

in between what is and what ought to be i float on the Sargasso Sea listening with Van Gogh’s ear to thoughts too deep for tears. i ask Her: who am I? to seek the dying gods, to breathe another’s breath, to be the dew, the fallen leaf, a footprint in the sand washed by the sea. She whispers: gently sleep, close your eyes — you will never be old to me. love flows from my river. you will always be he lays down his sword, walks past the Maiden, back into the mouth of the dragon

Here I stand, a foot poised to cross the threshold, the weight of childhood dreams clutching at my sleeves, pulling me back as the doors begin to close. What if your voice reached through shadows, a soft plea laced with memories? Would you ask me to stay, to fold these restless desires into silence? Yet still, my heart thrums with want— the bittersweet taste of leaving, wrapped in the ache of unspoken goodbyes.

a time of silence Ogma does not speak. Sophia sings through leaves babbling water scent of pine snarls and blood of birth and feeding i am here this river flows into my navel many channels and deep memories of rain and tears dancing along the lifeline of Chiron’s hand this ridge along the milky river i am here Miach in Airmed’s care cruithear