NOTICE THE BEAUTY TO BOLSTER THE FAITH
Ode #28 - Trans)Scribed Poetic Dictation with Desert Vision Overlay, Noted Ode
[I am breathless. The past two and a half weeks have bewildered me anew. We can understand that everything is changing, comprehensively, all the time; and we can experience it in the micro abstract. The vastness of change is unprecedented. Unprecedentable. It is always surprising, even (especially) with foreknowledge. Acceptance does not degrade the bewilderment. It is always more and other than expected. The expectation cannot grasp the fullest. Goddess is here to stay — that much is certain. We have been immersed in her cosmoverse vision and it is a cure. Affluenza. A hyperabundance of movement, every day. They call these periods ‘tectonic’. Where do we step? The course is raging. The grand canyon has flooded. The dam breaks after the volcanic buildup. I am in the desert. It is alive. I have left the desert and yet remain there. It is everywhere I look, overlayed in waking and in sleeping and in pseudo-sleep-dreaming. Where do we go from here, and when? Will everything change again? How do we weather the turmoil and tumble? Fortunately, and alas, the answer lies before us. QAnd all around us~ ] Received 3/27/2026 | 3:42-4:32am
Companion Missive #28 - THE PURPLE DRAGON (11/29-12/1/2023)
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NOTICE THE BEAUTY TO BOLSTER THE FAITH There are a thousand ways to distract yourself With every imaginable horror Addictions to behaviors that cause us stress Anxiety at all the things we can't control Faith is fickle — one moment we trust And then, lost in despair, barely afloat I listen to the quiet music in the background While I sleep — or try to Overheating in the bed, imagination suffused With desert shadow, reds golds greens In miniature scale, every texture multilayered Overlaying my senses my sight I can't stay present with the land Wishes to dispell a wonder which leads Not to bemuse, the candid careen A bit off-course, no less the wiser While I wake — or wander half in dream The sun crosses the sky, shifting light Wanders the landscape, half in dream Half awake, to the changing colors and heft Eyes closed to the splendor, I feel it All around me: the beating pulse Hot breath moving as wind in the branches Burned shrub and brush, prickly pear Red red red, and bright parched green Evolved to survive in feast and famine Flood and drought — stored in the roots Shining skin plump or taut tight stretched Dust kicked up, small lizard scales Tail flickering across the light, noticed Until silence, stillness Is not still — everything is moving While seemingly still, I catch my breath Eyes open again, each an earth In scope magnifying and minifying Surmise the vibrating atomic quant With sunset behind, approaching dark Hours of twilight haze over the valley Reflecting light in bands refracting An instant feels too long today I beg for release from the ecstasy Which too has grown painful In the extreme, I lose track of the vision My faith falls again, fallen sense Downward looking, the ground lifts me up Holding, seeming ease A glittering light below as the night is born Above, beeming down upon me, shattered Into a thousand fragments of light Mosaicized sense, my self reparted Undone merge, back up The data, retrieve the image, store The working files, documented Demented mirror — hope lives in derangement And o-pinions are nobler than they seem Perhaps noblest: so we notice The best and most, the beautiful sublime transcendent To bolster our faith in the unseen mechanisma Even faith is fickle The will is fickle! The strongest held belief will change instantly Plunge and plummet into else otherwise worse. Change is the only guarantee Each movement is reciprocated in intensity We follow the shifts and tend to them Observe and articulate and share in them And the one faint red glimmer reminds us: It has always been worth it. It always is. And will be~
