Theos-Talk Archives (September 2002 Message tt00166)

As the waters fall trusted towards the earth The sweet breath of the young
and old Blue blood visted arrangement true to causes and left as an example
of a circular naming to pause in vain


Septed arrangements drifted the mark further into a pause The work is not
over It has only just begun One star one cycle of being The rain falls
again to greet us on the other side This side This place an arrangement of
circumstance The golden book prophesies of nothing there instruction is
marly a blue print of all things known and not

Each segment an opportunity in the dusted space of time and without In the
moment that all feel taste and tough smell in a world far greater than ours
The black ripe fruit filled with worlds that may or not conceive it so The
mark awakes in the snow of the world less cake towering below the seas of
time/no time to wait no time to sit and wonder of the world and all its
chaos The sensilla matter breaths deep to reach a compleat plane by side of
the mess -the- Distance is far beyond below a plane we call home Sit and
wait so that I may Sit and wait for the thing that we've been experiencing
this hole time Its not a waist of it really


Look into the eyes of indifference Existences only cause is to exist
Breathing like the vortex of time in the balance of nature and of the mind
Look into the eyes of destiny I am there No point except being Be-ing life
Be-ing death Be-ing is what is left All knowledge is contained herein all
fruit taste to lips touch and smell to taste Colours bleed time Ripe fruit
is the divine message one has to give

Each second now is time to waist Weighting for the final approach to this
dimension -the- Escape plane to leave this frame to touch this flame A rise
in the cause and effect of nothing/something Every be-ing taste to touch
smell to feel The mark smells the roses beauty and touch the thorn of
essence Bleeding day-light time function of -the- mind in all places at once
Out of the blue flames arise with sight and touch Always circling in a place
of -the- Whistle mounds even with sound in a place much like your own

Desire designed to makeshift the Ideas of coming Push the round button Sit
in a round room Divulge the round mind Bistate side by side So may they sit
again beyond the depths of the ocean within the twin moons rising This has
been the destination of ages before the last after the first A single queer
thought like no other Through the ages of time to be brought forth again
Build thy mansions high through the resin of equation A lost not forgotten
way of life the eternal sphere queer dagon Purest of thought Rationalist of
fever Day is night is Dog is Nam Shall the fruits be rationed would you take
my place or shall we move through the hall together A questioned preserved
by side of the heighten mind twin tablets green like gold And you thought it
was all a lie until that day when epodes was called again To bring the sweet
fruit down from the heavens again Decide now the fate of such as this The
Indra calls thy name though these halls all is rationed no sweet of fruit
sees this days night Begun again to sea the journey is long and without
friend The war began Never before and never Again take these words and heed


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LLETA VUNDA DIMMÉ UMIKA INANA EDIFI
O R A G A N O N
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