Triangle Phones

“When so much time passes it doesn’t seem that time is passing rather that it has passed….”

Call that —- this

Not this the wish

explode ego missiles zor suns of dis

Kiss open fist get the gist sparkle gifts

Say it. Say it

Swan drifts all glass

Alas….

Time float by passed

Rainbow Mass

The First

So, The Last

Eye of The Master

Swirling clouds

Red dot

Sire

I shall move fast

To the Pasts

Of The alabaster plastered mask casts

To expand the vibes whorl the lines

I resigned reassigned

Though one, is in kind

The Never Not Is Wish All Minds

of

Golden Triangle Zone 9

For I am not nothingz

You can do

To me

Anything

You wish

This, is the —–

peace of the seers

I wished for you

To be

As you wish to be

Also… so that <—-

I may, see

But, not think about the other side

Only feel deep my seat

My loved ones are it

Look darlings to the ever twisting opulenzensense always here present gift never tense pens

Now times to recedes…

Peace, peace, peace

leaps

Arms straight out

Palms flat forward

Ray from nothing everything becomes

A. sun –none sums up none

V upside down

Right on…

Nons Gyt

It was bright, so bright to begin

Then, slowly at first like time…

Things dis___dim did, sin, eeeyes unwise slys knives crave craze caged sage mage sky mire

sire I aspire to your

Mystery, twisting

~

….fire

Save.

slow~mo show no, no, no

Oh…

Please

Mercy —- me…

The Master is near

Noz Fleez

Sheez

Itz right

But left

Get lift

Never sift

I shiftz

Now…

— Getz

A Glow Pen Floats In Hand

So

I said…

Before The Master

One hand, on my heart

The other a slight angle, palm outward straight up…

For now, I will always — follow your direction, which is nothing only

True.

I flew

An eye in a cloud

Beautiful & Sound

A kind friend

But of a kind, a quality

Which must be wished

To be found

I was

I Saw

So

I am

Always bound

It is

Here all around

The ups & downs

The Dawn of Time

To its

Ground

I felt

All — this time…

Unwind

First, I thought

Divine

Yes & No

But, those are only lines

The many in one

One in many

As a horn of plenty

We have nothing

And so…

No walls

From which falls

The Endless

Pouring Graces of The Spaces

Weaving new time shoe laces

So…

Now, see you…

I am

off

Here, my place

Is…

Fateless

Yes, I did say….

This

Hail & Farewell

The People