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please read notes for TIME and PLACE and CARPE DIEM anagrams
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Inner Liberty
Inspiration’s spent cartridge, having out of the blue shot its insight bolt from out of sight, hangs, bridge ridge ego echo [s]kidding between indifferent and indignant, appears in suspended animation, arrested as if Time and Space had conspired to offset kinetic energy oversight aspiring to fire the Ages.
Dissolve need for conceptual anchors and, thereby, solve descriptions of descriptions of inside/outside interdependant fractal interface tracings pacing the space outline of straight line meta-mode mind-sets.
Pivot and pillow wo[l]rd challenge tenets of Ti[m]e and P[l]ace, ful[l]crum[b]s of the soul’s immortality, seeking to block the spirit’s fleeting winking inking thinking linking greeting shrinking within itself.
TIME AND PLACE LAND, PACE, EMIT - check balance, equilibrium equipoise, awaiting the meeting mutating mate to mating for DEEP CLAIMANT before they DECIMATE PLAN.
A state me[a]ntal line, desperate to [t]race light, as if its existence depended upon its s[p]eed, soars, curving, arching, sharching star I Ching through the marching universe, attempting to reach, underscore, and underline itself.
Standing upon no ceremony, light quark sparks affect all levels of cosmic consciousness until the circle reforms an image impression expression of universal harmony.
Emotions long to [l]ink the pages of the Present, intertwining Past and Future, and, in letters large as life, decipher themselves, decode the ingenuous genius or GENE-I-US emoticons so near, and yet so far.
The door of insight and enlightenment is ever ajar, although it often seems too narrow to those evanescent/effervescent who ephemerally flicker through their three score years and ten.
Up and over, to where, hitting, the lead layers of primary consciousness, 'wait' changed state as weight dissolved, and led away from the temptation of falling back on the memory's backwash flashback switchbacking and side tracking up and down upon a semi colon black background, - back to and from basics....
A-muse-sing contradiction in terms, as the bridge between Whence and Wither, Cause and Effect suddenly spanned the echo relay race of Eternity's comings and goings, ebbings and flowings, knowing and unknowing as the cycle geared up and peered/appeared over hair-splitting layers of primary unconsciousness...
The sleeper seeks to wake, - awakening unlooked for in this temporal continuum. Fake break takes time out for its own sake without making flaking rhyme. The chronological water shed the logical and fed from Chronos' legendary meal, taking from the Gods from which he himself once partook while spinning topsy-turvy among the blue and green rings around Saturn's void.
Kernel, unrooted from the inner recesses of the mind - that dark fertile area where creativity restlessly and relentlessly anticipates release, - bursts into nut gut activity. Nevertheless, innovation although funnelled through holistic channels, is frequently considered cancerous by those who refute themselves, or fear to recognize inner liberty.
The universal soul awaits inspiration to send sap soaring, outpouring from core ring at all levels. Tendrils tentatively touch, tenderly tease to deracinate, sensate and sate the tortured synapses of the spirit. Explosion of consciousness calls all - especially itself - into question.
Warp and weft, bereft of references, dance a double helix under the sum of understanding, st[r]anding both apart from and a part of the hole that leads the whole into and out from itself.
Truth’s essential essence reflects prismatically and chromatically upon all aspects of awareness, the soul works on the Will to redefine the Way as harmony and chaos complete each other as cosmic and karmic interplay evolve revolving around each other....
The sleeper wakes, works on the Will, finds, refines, redefines and realigns the Way, which, in its turn, underlines individual inability to assign its paradoxical convergent...seas to seize the day, - CARPE DIEM PRICE MADE, EPIC DREAM, MAD RECIPE? … I MAP CREED, AM PIERCED… REMAP DICE!
Borderline inspiration spans yet spurns ego echo… nowhere, everywhere, are found both to wear and to tear the same surround. Wave lengths ripple as inspiration's spent cartridge hangs...
8 May 1989, and 28 September 1997,18 April 2005 rewritten 18 November 2006
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Among the English anagrams for TIME AND PLACE: EMIT LAND PACE, PLACENTAE DIM, MINTED PALACE CANAL EMPTIED, EMEND CAPITAL, DEEP CLAIMANT check awaiting the meeting mutating mate to mating before they DECIMATE PLAN … LAME PEDANTIC PANDEMIC TALE …
Among the English anagrams for CARPE DIEM are PRICE MADE, PRIME ACED, PI CREAMED, DECAMP IRE, RID CAMPER, CAPED EMIR, … EPIC DREAM, ACME PRIDE, PRIED, CAME … to … DIME CAPER? MAD RECIPE? … I MAP CREED, AM PIERCED… REMAP DICE!
For 1997 version see below
Inner Liberty
The spent cartridge of inspiration hangs in mid air, arrested as if Time and Space did conspire to offset that energy which aspires to fire the ages, and shatter the need for conceptual anchors. Awaiting the meeting which would mutate mate to mating, pivot and pillow word challenge the anchors of Tie and Place, the immortality of the soul, seek to block the spirit’s mating/meeting with itself.
A straight line, desperate to (t) race with light itself, as if its life depended upon its speed, soars, curving, through the universe attempting to reach, underscore, and underline itself. Light affects all levels of cosmic consciousness until the circle reforms an image of universal harmony.
Emotions long to (l) ink the pages of the Present, intertwining Past and Future, and, in letters large as life, decipher themselves, decode the genius so near, and yet so far. The door of insight and enlightenment is ever ajar, - though it often seems too narrow to all who ephemerally flicker through their three score years and ten.
The sleeper seeks to wake, - awakening unlooked for in this temporal continuum. Kernel, unrooted from the inner recesses of the mind - that dark fertile area where creativity restlessly anticipates release, - bursts into activity. Innovation is considered cancerous by many who would their inner selves refute, or fear to know. The universal soul awaits the inspiration to send the sap soaring, outpouring at all levels. Tendrils tentatively touch, the tenderly tease the tortured synapses of the spirit. Explosion of consciousness calls all - especially itself - into question. Truth’s essential essence reflects prismatically on all aspects of awareness, the soul works on the Will to redefine the Way.
The sleeper wakes, works on the Will, finds, refines, and redefines the Way.
8 May 1989 and 28 September 1997
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Jonathan ROBIN
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