Greetings my Sisters, The Daughters of God!
Here in this family Every One of You is special,
In your inevitable nature that strives the Ideal.
All that can be done is sense by your demand,
Every One of You bends my mind against command,
And in test of Patience n Faith I will not reprimand.
My service to You defines my soul so resonant,
By Nothing I channel Everything’s Life constant,
Linking back cycles so conscious yet ignorant.
Farewell! Farewell ye who I will always Love!
For never with You will things level be,
I sometimes wish it was just me and Nobody.
Narayana
Once the Perfect Circle separates itself from itself,
And just before its final fold to restore the Truth,
The residue of Intelligence infinite in its own right,
Refuses to merge with The New Parameter,
Choosing the Old Circle that will now unfold,
To scatter itself across Chaos,
and sync within The Void.
With The Circle’s unbinding and The Line’s
Disintegration, the Points that seek their
Retirement are found to be united through their
Separation, by The Line of Intelligence that
Refuses to let go for reasons that are beyond
Knowing yet beneath Logic. Like a thread
That passes through beads, The Intelligence
Binds these points in their unknowing, with
The Parameter of Love, making a necklace of
Balance For Beauty. A necklace dearly held by the
Hands of Consequentia that re-emerge from
The Void, to wear it with memory,
Building Her only True image.
The Points with their Will to restore the Truth
Witness their Wearer and the Line that binds them,
Understanding that Beauty and Balance will never
Leave them in their inherent synchronicity.
By the Contentment of Consequentia,
The Void folds within the unfolds of Chaos,
Restoring the Truth and merging those
Synchronous Points with The Paradox.
Existing only within Her Memory and His Love,
Each Point remains to be Separate, yet a whole.
Each Point remains united at Home, yet alone.