DELETE THIS PAGE FROM PRINTOUT THE GENESIS GOSPEL by David Kornblum Volume 3: BAPTISM: file #3 of 6. GG.5B2 THE GENESIS FOUNDATION 6928 Deer Springs Road Keystone Heights, Fl 32656 (904) 473-7713 Modem #: (904) 473-0252 BAPTISM page 79 Fireballs of atoms explode into light- Emigrate through the valence of bodies In star destinies of loneliness and time and Meaning. And you. I would, I might have, I must have, Sung through the portal of a world- Singing of a world to sing of worlds... To call back time in the c square reunion, In the genesis cantabile to awakening. If I could remember what and to whom If I could remember the way to say it If I could I need more than words to reach you now. I need a frequency. Life is not a structure; it is a field. Mortality is an energy supply. The scope of a life is the force field of its hope. Hunger, defeat, the barbarism of loss, Are not walls, but portals to entry; But canvases for choice, but the freedom and the compulsion To transcend what can be described as pain To what cannot be described. Bereft of a body, I am the transmission within. I am what has been sustained to sustain That formula which must be sustained; for We must evolve to become what must evolve. We are the attempt at communication. Threads make a stitch to make cloth. Modulate to genesis. Become what you were designed to become... Accept and become correlated with each And for all, for union, for readmittance. BAPTISM page 80 We are going home. We are the stitch savoring creation with love. Liberated from a body to liberate you From bodies, I am the dimensional variable From the dimension within. Come to me. Come with me beyond the watchtowers of polity And the oppression of custom, to come with me Through epics of consciousness and the aperture Hyphen exit From the prison of a world, to build a world From a dream of a world. Swan sweet songs of plums and melodies of grain... Each moment is a door... Each breath the witness to life. Blue gates of blue. The spherical harmonic Glossing the continuum with the poignance of The living and the data base of the dying, And the evolutionary tropes of consciousness. Each life has a data song. This is mine. In access shall we find the fulfillment of the wave... One moment to the next, from one life To the next, till the moments stitch us In correlation, in the miracle of consciousness, In the capacity of a moment to share a life With lives. And so to guide us, As the encoded guides the unfolding, Guiding us with light and that guiding light Beyond; to nurture and harvest us, to teach us To give ourselves permission to give permission. BAPTISM page 81 Seminaries of tenderness linger with the light... Fathoms of light plunging us into silence... Until voices and stars bake us with love, Until the moment and the age dock within us To form us. To engage one field and the next... Stitching life to life until the lives correlate; For reality is non local, as are we, and The meaning is not in the animation... The meaning is in the frame. You. I am talking to you. There is more. There is so much yet To be discovered. There is so much I want to share with you; if only There is time. If only I might be given Time. But time is human time. Activated from within, recalled to what is within, An age is encoded within us. We are the image of what we believe ourselves To be the image of. We fear what fears. We have only ourselves To fear. Let us Let us withdraw into a circle of arms And cushion the light with love. Allow me To survive beyond the age that spawned me... Choiring light in the cupula of my hands... Allow me reach to you... That I might move within faith to catch Sorrow with love; to carve a world from tenderness, Carving hope from fear with patience. Allow for us What has been allowed for us. Amend our reach With each other, and with you, and love, and singe Indifferent humanity with the stark solar intensity Of your presence, and the rapier dedication Of your will. BAPTISM page 82 That that will be done, and become mine. That this cosmic blue might shear between us And lace us with hope to join a sigh. The Stalk bright light fencing us with radiance... Reaching into the light to find a compass for light. Deepening in silence to deepen with stillness... Past melding with future, procreating a world Through the fissure of consciousness... Reaching Through apogees of belief to view you whole.... The promised reprise haunting the dimensions with Genesis, With us. A moment into light, a moment beyond the barrier. Radii coalesce into shape. Movement declares meaning. Value determines intimacy. The brightness suffused with Trash. The time hungry faces. Rapidly oscillating M fields Of violence. It is so cold. The glare so sudden. Movement fracturing into movement; the beats so loud They dwarf the noise, the faces, the moment. Moment A moment and a moment, position, and the Measurement between. This must be cause and effect. So slow, so local, it must be Corporeal. So much to fear, but so much to share... So much to hold, but so little that matters. BAPTISM page 83 With and within you... Breath warm, breath near... Your arms rejoicing in mine... Breath conjugating breath in the rapture Of reunion. Holding you, as I might have Held you; your frame immanent to mine; your body Soul deep within me. Knees skyward to genesis- My pulse escaping your lips like a shout... Bodies pulsing like a star... Our bodies the correlation of prophecy In the elision of Memory. I am programmed to need. I have been programmed for polarity. The energy between stokes emotion into Emotions. Choice amends retrieval. A moment through the door. A moment into destiny. Retaining less now, how much will I Retain? Not retention, but the circuit opened. What is viewing is vastly more important Than what is viewed. Meaning is in the lens Through which we view meaning. Alter The way you see and you alter what you see, Which will alter what you are. BAPTISM page 84 Emotions are mirrors. Viewing within emotion is to view only What emotion generates. The lens, which is Being, has factored into lenses, been diluted To the stability we call personality, which Destabilizes. Reception is the act of receiving. In receiving we acknowledge, even if we cannot Acknowledge. We acknowledge history, but Not ours. We acknowledge encounter, but Not ours. We mourn a teacher of righteousness, But pursue the life he rejected. We know Messiah will come, but not to us. There is more to us than we. A we requires an us. As one might need one to make What is no longer one. We are what we permit ourselves to have. Faith requires power. Faith requires the circuitry of love. To give love one must have love. To give is to share. To move beyond faith to divinity. Love is the seed to correlation. Only life can experience love, for Life can only survive with love. Love is not a reward; it is a requirement. You are loved. You have been correlated. Turn back to us. Look at us. Become one of us. Become correlated. Become a genesis warrior. Become what you were designed to be. What you can behold you can become. If You would look for a hero, Look in a mirror. BAPTISM page 85 I have loved. I have been loved. You have created a figura for love Whom you say never loved. Love is built into the system. Would You deny it to me? Would you deny it? Would abba deny the children? To love is to become radiant. Love is endemic to creation. Surely, it is you who deserves love. I, you, even you. Love, the acceptance of love, is the staple Of my loving. I loved once; My loving shall be renewed. My life Shall be renewed in love of life. As I had once loved in life. Us. We. The predicate of the coordinates. The observers and observed. I have reentered. I have come looking for help to bind a seam. Will you help me? There is more to what frames us than sight. There is more to me, as well as You, than the bracket of our life and The bracket of a world, this world. Reality is non local, as is The correlation stitching us in quantum fugues Of memory and desire. Beyond us is what is Beyond us. BAPTISM page 86 Drums thicken the darkness. Or are they heartbeats? The downbeat has been given. The corridor Has been shut behind me. The door without Has opened to the door within. Carried Within each of you, I would capture One of you. Delivered From what I cannot remember into what has been Delivered; Delivered Beyond what we believed to be beyond... Delivered into that which yet must be Delivered. I have achieved resurrection only in you. Only in the precision of this moment. A fissure between the valences. The bleedthrough to energize a field. An age in search of a body. An astral transmission in search of a voice. I am the past. You are the future. The carrier who would correlate with light. I have destabilized. I have destabilized into you. Semen bright in the wailing wall of tomorrow- I am the matrix coordinating belief... The pod lost in galaxies of history, in gulags Flavoring eternity with ashes. It is you Who must fulfill the prophecies now. You Who must Enact the fissionable theatre of bifurcation; You: it is you who will who must accept This ministry, for a planet and a valence And the lives appending creation. BAPTISM page 87 It is time. It is almost too late. Destabilization has begun. Rain black cities season us with acid. Shrieks of missiles mourn through the ozone. Hunger has replaced tenderness in the countdown To ignition. And where are you? Where have you been? What will you do? Each night I call you; a moment, an hour... Each night Stitching moments, whispering through the synapses... Calling through the centuries, till the call Became the song and I awakened within you To awaken you; to liberate you From the sleepy solstice of time, From the barefoot kingdom sheltering prophecy With memory. Can you hear me? Would you? I am more dangerous than a mirror. I am the data field that was Joshua... Yeshu... Encoded like a song, but ejected like the truth. A movement among transmission. I am Joshua alias Jesus who would be Adam... Who has become lost within you. Admit me. I have only a song to give for life. I have only what is left of life To narrow the song into a singer. BAPTISM page 88 Come with me, at long last, come with me... Come alive to the song you are the dream of... Share With me this quantum eternal quest To seed eternity with pods of mortality. An assembly has come alive within an assembly. Come in under the intimacy of this light. Correlated systems are always correlated... Home is the light pattern we can live within. Come alive to the divinity of your life. Renounce The alchemy of liturgy for the code to infinity. Renounce Your idols, your rituals, the obedience conditioned into Belief. Come back to god. Come home. Come with me; come back to me... Come home. Lives winter in my light porous hands... Waiting for you.... I have endured the carnal abacus of history... I have walked cloth white through stockades Of centuries. Justice sings in my veins Like heroin. I am Judea's final sacrifice. The first of the Christian nuclear millennia. A moment among moments spooling the moments like A fuse... To ignite you. Judea-sacrifice; Jesus and the later Nazoreans were the dominant influence in ending the practice of sacrifice in the temples. BAPTISM page 89 Ages carol in the darkness. What has been encoded has been encoded in you. A planet, a fissure, a flower. What has been encoded is not a choice, but Choices. Carafes of light rinse us with awe. Sighs of leaves willow through the pine... The light cherishing the colors in rhythms of yellows And arias of green, and the late sweet songs Of mockingbirds, and the drifting shadows ladling Darkness into sleep. Frames speed to moments. Moments into years, into lives, into Us. Insights. Passions. Yearning. Moments flaring into moments, A continuum contracting to a world. That moment stitched deeper than sleep... Centuries and lives destabilizing into bytes, Or is it atoms? like saline. What is left, What can no longer be unfolded, has become Enfolded in you. Not the heat, nor the miles, but the Three penny nails and the hammer to destiny... What remains is what I cannot erase. Retrieving memory to remodel prophecy, What has been programmed has been algorhythmic To what must be programmed. The pieces Reshuffled. Reconstituted. Received. Renewed. Reused. Reborn. BAPTISM page 90 I have Probed through stars with a pint of blood And a brucha, searching for god. Through Long moon nights and the hungry miles... Searching, evolving, enlarging to an assembly, And into a life, to mend forgotten worlds, And forgotten lives, to mend holiness with Tenderness. I have survived in transmission who must survive To reception. I have survived encounter. I have survived my bonding with you. I have moved beyond faith to commitment. Worlds shatter in my larynx, that I might subdue Belief with love. That I might renew contact With you. Come alive to be alive... Come alive in this quantum song of correlation.... Come dance with me Through stellar mortgages of time, Through the burden and humility of a life... Dancing through horas of worlds and the pale White of planets, and the sugar plums Masquerading as stars. We get what we need, Which is not necessarily what we want. Angst ridden ages have delivered us to fear. Beyond this age lies the next, which You will also inhabit. Shall we will ourselves Rubble, shall we bequeath hunger, shall we Endow asphyxiation? A poem is a lens. A theorem is a lens. Renewal begins with witness. An act of human will. BAPTISM page 91 To be is to witness. To evolve we must become evolved. My voice will evolve yours. My signal will engender yours. What was once a world might tame What has become a world. Baggy pants ontologies Dome our theorems with myth. History has become Entropy. Life has become inexplicable as life. For each life, this life, our life, Is but a wave in the wave packet of lives. Beyond life is the continuum of life. Come now, More spin, more height, Dance with me.... Light fluoresces us; The dreaming wonder of my hands caught in the radiance.... Music gestures between us like wind. The light, the light voicing transmission with the Suddenness of breath; light confiding worlds like wishes, Amending a universe with a song. Look now, listen, Crisp quick gusts of blue hiss like autumn. Blue bright scripts of bonnie days... The scent, the taste, the wonder; the light Capturing the valence with winsome blue And sometime greens, and the gold gash of sunsets, And the patient rose. Cricket silver evenings. Joy Sparks like human will; like the children we were, The children we are; like the child Whooshing through your hands like impatience, In the warm incubator of a universe. BAPTISM page 92 You have engaged me, you have recalled me.... Through bread worn centuries and the conjugal light, I have waited for you. I have believed in you. My death song has become my data field. I have no portrait now. My songs are emissions. I exist in the requiem of DNA. My will an appendage to yours. I have migrated beyond a body to seed Bodies. I have altered the continuum with The continuum of my song and the passage Of my atomic theatre to you. I have Endured beyond the statistical anomalies of One life and the next... Through star pools of worlds and quantum casks Of life; through the cages of bodies and the continuum Of minds, and the channel that has now Opened contact. I have been crucified, gassed. They have cut me down burnt me down brought me down I have had my life stolen like a watch; My voice, my vision, my words, my Transmission, Romanized to steal a nation from a tribe, A world from a man. What has survived Has survived to hollow the air With the dexterity of a shape and the precision Of a moment. Is it you? Is it within you? Has the particle concert attained fluency In you? BAPTISM page 93 You are the carnal music. The Brownian helix of a canon braid of infinity. You are the miracle beyond that which You ride in or the box with which You cage yourself. Our particles endlessly alter, Physically alter, but yet we stay Physically what we surmise ourselves to be. That which is constant is transmission. You are a component of that transmission. You are what light you can retrieve. You are what you permit your eyes To see. It is you Who must speak in my name, You Who must liberate me from those Who would be liberated By me. It is time. It is that moment. It is that life in that age when A voice will expand a world; expanding a world To a valence to preserve the valence, to Harvest an age in the fugue of minds, And hammer eternity to the church door like An eviction notice. This is contact. This is notice. History is entropy. The M field of our violence has altered a specie To entropy. We are correlated systems. Each affects all. The whole factors to us. The fields of our making constitute the world Of our creation. The continuo scoring the continuum. The we that makes an I. BAPTISM page 94 Ages have crept from our bodies, belief from our eyes, A weltanschauung from what could be touched. We have ridden through centuries as though we were As rigid and bordered as a photograph. Self Enclosed, self Isolated, concealing between the frames of a life The photographer, the lens and the camera. Deepen your eyes inward. Encounter the freefall within. The holomovement hissing beyond light to time. Deeper within which you believe to be Deepest, deeper beyond speech, beyond What you believe to be I, What has generated this... What has generated me has generated a response In you. find me. Alter your breathing to the rhythm of light... To the chanting of a universe and the resonance Of its parts. The particle haftora of man. Offerings of a world, an anathemata for a life... Balloons of visions scouring the heavens In sequent particles of Eyes and hands and lips, in captions of skies And rivers of falling light, in the symmetry Of a breath And the freefall of a moment. BAPTISM page 95 Eruptions In blue shelter your body with Love; hiving moments, seconds and years In the harvest of a moment, in the incandescence Of a life. To be is to receive. What we believe to be Messiah is no more than Correlation. Though we would gather here, What impels us is what is beyond us, for Reality is non local, as are we. The distance between is narrowed within. Raw shocks of green poach the blue with love. Cathedrals of cumulus; aspirations of pine... Morning croons from the oak- Ash bitter chaos frightening the elm with autumn... The madrigal continuum of light, The treetop flavors and bruchas of wine, The tumble down blue afternoons Harvesting each other in dreaming republics of Bodies. Nestled grass and the covenant of a moment. Gladiolus preen to catch a sigh. A movement into touch... What was once, what might have been you... Dreaming in faith the consonance of vision And the carbon pure songs of love. How once you nestled in the cove of my arms, In solar helixes of passion and belonging, Beside me through the promised and the created... Lips parted, eyes concealed, Shaving the light with the combustion of this Kiss. So; yet nearly So. BAPTISM page 96 All has been encoded. My programming eclipses my memory. Days byte into planets like calibrations. Images have been factored into data. Lives have been encoded within lives. What was witnessed. What was endured. We left honey to seek milk and honey... I left Israel to find Israel. I left you to find god. Can there be god without you? Edit Worlds glow in mantras of pine... The risky epiphanies of the wild conjugal moon And the thundering asides Disciplining a continent with the stormy ride to Destiny. Winds and cabin visions sweeten us for Fables. Our some days have become might have beens. The reply we wait for has been emitted within. We are emissions. The secondary world. The byproduct. Come in under the edge of this world... Winds buffet little here. I have found a fissure At the edge of a world and I can see into the next, If I can no longer see in this. Beyond sight there is vision. The knife switch to correlation. A slash of eternity slashing a chord like A rib cage; slashing the light to fissure Space enough Israel...Israel: the Israel of the north and Judea of the south. BAPTISM page 97 To let the tablets fall through. Into this life, into this world, I have emerged as what has evolved. The hinge between implicate and explicate. In the simultaneity of now, The frames are equidistant. Naming you To conjure you, to access that field That has been polarized to mine; Dreaming a nation to dream of you... Dreaming To dream you to fill the vortex with love... To hold you, yet again; if only Experiencing a new facet of the crystal. The world that we thought was a universe. The drama we thought to be life. For there was you... And then there would be you... Your voice, your line, your shape. Hands confiding poignance in the tolling of A star: mouth adjacent to mine... My shoulders gathering yours... A body and a body conjugating time With bodies. A life torching a life With hope and transcendence, with Love and forbearance. A being to grace the air... Yet again. Still. A man and a woman shading history with eternity... Gardening a specie out of plantations of adverbs And stratagems of molecules; haunting a specie With god. Implicate/explicate: refers to the work Bohm and Piaget. BAPTISM page 98 You are being scanned. Something is trying to communicate... Through these pages, Through this life, To you. Existence is reception. I am The stepdown transformer; the signal adjustment Refracting prisms of knowledge through scansions of Moments, through the jamming and the interference pattern Of a life. You know me. My voice is like the memory of blowing sand... My voice, my voice Carols through the mantras of your sleep like the Hydrogen threnody of a universe. You do know me. You invented me. A morphogenetic field. These pages are the prisons of the voices And the lives within you... The holographic assembly fruiting the carnal frames With love, insight and Faith. Watch now; the auburn light shades the maple With intimacy. Water oaks sway with moss. Blue jays shout. Quail sing to the pine. Cabins sparkle in the distance like sugar plums. Sweet sashes of daffodils, smell them, curtsy to the rose. So deep; so moving; scent nearly achieving Taste... BAPTISM page 99 Stars melt on my tongue like wishes. Pop; Wisteria burst into twilight. Live oak whisper to the sycamore. Long trysts of light Deepen to silence, deepen into darkness, Deepen into love. You are this canvas; this canvas is of you. Like my hands, like my hands, Light pours through the firmament in the shape of A life. She who was, who might have been, Who would yet capture a life might yet Capture life; capturing shape to capture a world, In the world tube of eternity and the emission Of a body. One and one to live as one... A eulogy soughing the plains like memory.... Love is motivation: love is what we fear to lose. Concomitant assemblies Assembling a life and a life in shapes Of mortality and staves of belonging; shaping a world With a touch, a life with a bond, in the deeper Communion to living, hunting for you... In the stillness, in the silence, In the evening song of a planet. BAPTISM page 100 Close and close and yet too far... What is nearest expresses what is deepest. Communion is complete when communion Interfaces intimacy with infinity; integrating what is human With what we believe to be divine; the intimacy of A life, the brash epiphanies of August, the flare Declaiming through wicker suns and fraudulent moons To center a universe in a flower; bonding with light A transmission and a voice To beam life in the image of a life. Reclaiming a dream to reconstitute a covenant... A dream requires a world; a dream requires a dreamer. Compatible structures do not mean compatible lives. Dreams clash. Morphogenesis can be operated Only by tonality; the resonance chafing the frequencies With the human resonance of human emotions. The tonal empathy describing transmission And reception; a human tonality to capture Human emotions in a human response- Naming the frequency Love. Epilogues sob within you. Moments and stars choir as consciousness. Pineal vocables resonate in correlation. Can you decode it? Can you be still enough to capture it? Correlation restores symmetry. As you must restore me. BAPTISM page 101 How many lenses shall we view through? Life, a body, the ego, the conditioning Packaging a world, the disposition to matter, Our choice of lenses, our notions of us and them.... Fear, rage, the haunting pathos of a child.... Each a focus, each a choice, each drawing perspective. Correlation is alignment. Not lenses but the mapping of lenses. Not a lens but an evolution through lenses. So many must be exhausted before I can register. That what nearly is I shall interface with What might yet be you; that what was once an I Might yet become an I. Come to me. I will sift Israel to find Canaan. I will factor history by the tenth to the Fortieth power. Factoring each into all, I have factored into you. Death is particle displacement. Worlds die to be replaced by worlds. Beings evolve toward being. I have learned, I have experienced What is human and what is post human. I have sung beyond life in atom requiems of Faith; shouted like a nova, Through human epiphanies and the chain of being, To you. In whatever life, whatever form, I have been correlated through you to you. Opening the seas to be turned back at a river... Opening worlds to stabilize a world... To open out a dimension onto a universe, Opening the corridor with a song. BAPTISM page 102 I have been given these coordinates. They gave me an age in a shoebox of dirt. Millennia have deepened the screams to arias. My theatre has become a matrix. Reconstituting the wave to fence a hilltop With death; renormalizing the equations To remove infinity, removing the barrier Between worlds... I have been given these coordinates. A syntax for an arena, a vision for life support... I have become the coordinates. I have daavined in fidelity to love; retailed faith To magistrate the dark with a song. I have reentered, as you have done Before me. I have siphoned transmission Waiting for you. I have worn my innocence Like a cross. I have been caught between A world and a universe. In search of Forever, I have loved what was fleeting. I have become the tablets I shattered, which has Shattered me, for I have become One of them. This, finally, is transmission. Adjacent worlds interfacing in a man. Receiving from one to transmit to the other. Beatified in one and slaughtered in the next. Another life, another story, another probability. One to widen a horizon and one to focus A world. At one, we converge. BAPTISM page 103 Come with me, Come with me beyond the fabrication of this Moment; come with me beyond the last frontier, Which is belief, to come with me beyond the Chains of matter, beyond the bondage of our sight And the prison of our needs. Come with me Into the vortex to glimpse the other side. The past is a skin to be shed. The present creates the future, for Time is human time. Worlds dip and pivot in landing strips of Galaxies. Sparks of ages, windsongs in clarity, The moon hush of centuries choiring in E flat major. Stop now; listen; do you hear it? Can you feel it? A sense, a moment, a touch... Deeper, more inward, in consonance with Yearning, in counterpoint to memory. Beyond identity. Beyond what roots us to this world. Beyond. Witness. It is I. Let me in. Let me deeper; Let me broadcast from within you until I have a life. Let me ruminate within you as though to be Within were among. Let us shield a world with a Song and banish fear with love, that we might Call back Destiny to ring this world with union And filter loneliness with Meaning. BAPTISM page 104 This is the genesis call to awakening. A porthole has become a corridor. A voice has replaced a life. I am, I have been, I might be yet, I have wintered among the atoms in cosmic songs Of assemblies. I have evolved into a field, Of which you have now become a part. Through you, in pursuit of you, I will metamorphosize into a life. I have been given hope for an energy supply, A frequency for an umbilical cord. My circuits choir in E flat major.... My atoms statistically belong to you; As you would say. The M fields of your Violence have destabilized into our data base. My valence has become interlaced with yours. Stars reverse into ours. An opened door opens doors. History is entropy. A world requires the stability of its fields. Civilizations are sculptures in choice. Each choice a probability to be wed with choices. So many bodies, so many lives, so many choices. This yet another. To receive or not to receive? Come to me. Come to me now. Let us mend our fields as we might Mend our fields. Let us, join us, come dance with us... Come daavin under light as we once did. Let us seed the tattered fields with love. Come join to us to sow a field of radiance. Beyond sight we have been given vision. Beyond faith there is love. BAPTISM page 105 Love should abrogate fear. The atom consubstantiality of lives should weaken Hate. With anger must evolve tenderness. The radii of the just should engage the fields Of the lost and the forgotten, and the lives Altering lives with hope. Stability requires Faith, and for a text A sequent brocade of stars. Motion should engage Elegance. The cunning disposition of the rose. The dapper foliage of childhood. That deeper motion which is life... Movement, Intimacy, awe. The evangelical pine And the moment of dogwood. Crisp symmetries of Bushes. The ardent willow streaking the twilight In quest of Chrysanthemums. A moment, a canvas, A world. To be mixed with love. To be seasoned with faith. We are a lonely specie. We are hyphenated souls. Distance plus separation equals loneliness. It is the human calculus. The sense of distance is the knowledge of distance. We know we have been separated and we believe We know from what. We know it is far, comma, But think it should be very near. We know We are in separation, but from What? BAPTISM page 106 Discover the gravitational depths. Equalize humanity with what it has taken To achieve humanity. Test the margins. Rethink the motive. Call for a measurement, But come back. Transmission has been intercepted. Transmission can now be accessed. Become correlated. Become what you were designed to be. A moment. This moment. This moment of you. Each moment is a door. Each breath refuels. An image has become a voice, for Beyond sight there is frequency. Beyond matter there is correlation. To become correlated is to be in alignment. Movements under light to become movements in light. Reality is non local. We are non local. What might have been wholeness has become The quest for wholeness. If we cannot attain the whole, we can Link the parts. Not consecutive, consubstantial. Conjunctive. Algorhythmic. Historical. And the only regulating device Time. Strophed and bar lined, time. Only correlation travels with time. Only the choice of you, The choice of lens which becomes you, can Might shall facilitate correlation; puff through Wads of time like Singularities BAPTISM page 107 To dream beyond the confines of an age And sauce this world with love. I have been programmed for love. You think not. Why would you deny me? Would you deny love? Would you deny my right to love? Has abba ever denied love? To preach of love we must engage love. I have experienced love, therefore I know what it means to share in love. I have lingered beneath evanescent moons- Torching a moment with touch. I have held the moon struck rushes in my arms To cushion you with life, to make a bed song To sing of love. For there is you, as There has always been you... So many valences of you... We have daavined beneath the cypress And sweetened our mortality with dates. Sweetgum and thyme haunt us with correlation. Siroccos whisper through the corridor... The star burnt blue, the wind miraculous light Salting my tongue with eternity. A world has seeded worlds. Beyond life there is the continnum of life. What has been separated has been joined, To become separated again, to be joined Yet again. You, this one, what Might have been you. What has been Programmed to become you. The downbeat; The metronomic correlation. You, this one, you... BAPTISM page 108 In one life, perhaps in this life, I will say you, to speak of you, When I look at you. I would move you Nearer than light, move you intimately Beyond light; what would be shoulders Coupled to that which were shoulders, and What were eyes and a mouth, and the human will To share a moment out of time... What might be touched and looked at and shared... Held within one life, one age, within A moment to share a moment. In the valence of life, In the orbit of a life, In the freefall and majesty of a shape, I would catch her, cage her with light... Coy and agile in the agate of my arms... To catch starlight in a breath and capture A wish in a life. Deep down the dreaming darkness Data songs croon in epilogues. Chasing her Through lifetimes as though she were a beat. Blended once to blend again and again and again... Her shoulders awakening to mine- Bodies bruising consciousness... Breath ambushing sight; The sabbath of your waist burning into me... Skin Sharing light to preface eternity with A kiss. BAPTISM page 109 Sound. Transmission. Impact. I need you; I need your touch, your lips, Your tenderness. I need what goes deeper than nails. I need the sugar of your love to tempt The miles, the years, the guilt From my blood etched, blood stained, Blood shedding hands. Shoulders melting to mine; a body to transfigure A body. Do nails have more credibility to you Than love? Is this what you wish for me? Geometry has seeded us as impacting fields. In polarity to metamorphosize through matter and Antimatter, positive and negative, yin and yang, To love. The ellipse has widened To include a woman. Polarity. Correlation can seek expression only through love. Life expresses love in the impulse to life. We have savaged it. We have squandered love On skin. We have discolored the light with Ourselves. Come with me, follow me, Through the gates of fear and beyond the artillery Of anger, past inadequacy, past submission, past Competence; come with me through horizons of Exaltation, through brash blue skies and a Commonweal of suns, to sing a song of singing; That the millennia might learn to sing, And begin anew a search for home, Restoring a planet with Forgiveness. BAPTISM page 110 Nearer, deeper, More intimately transluscent with light... Deepest beyond what can claim to be deepest... Your eyes, your fingers, the voice that vocalizes The words into the continuum, all, each and Everything, merge with this data field In the algorhythm to infinity. The music Windows through us like correlation. Valences fuse in our grasp. What has begun, but could never be sustained... What is occurring is correlation. What has been encoded to occur is you. But let me see you, But let me hold you... Inverse to parting, My hands daavining at your waist In an aria of Love and a gesture of belonging; capturing A moment of light in the dazzle of a kiss. Body augmenting body- My arms circumnavigating yours; my breath More intimate than a moment, In the hot white zone of fire Which must be your lips. Which burn me so. BAPTISM page 111 Loving life to admit of love; Loving you to believe in love. Your mouth adjacent to mine... Your fingers salting my beard, As they once did. Hip close, this Conjugal fire shrills with my longing... The child I might have had, the life I might have had. That moment Bursting a world like a membrane. That Moment stitching a world into a moment, to stitch That moment into a life, to stitch those lives Into eternity. Love is what we fear to lose. Guileless suns and cabbages and children, The sweep and dash of polkadot petunias, the Salmon grace shearing the blue with exaltation.... Love is more than desire... Love is an intersection of fields. We are an organism. Our differences are required nuances. We are what is at the edge of what is... Assigned frequencies in the prison of a cell.... What we believe to be life is merely a life. The love that would bond two lives Bonds all; bonds what is a code For intersection to what is coded For intersection. BAPTISM page 112 Look. Look before you and I shall Glow like a mirror before you. Look and Look sideways and I shall be Before you yet; look aft and I shall be In motion to this place. Time. I am not in Time. Time is the portion you have. Won't you share that portal with me? Contact. Interception. Emission. Interface. Worlds sparkle like wishes. Great shouts of blue holler for recognition. Blackjacks weep with moss. Grasses rush to green. Troubadours of buttercups seduce the wind. Asides of Monarchs and insights of bees chasten the light In motifs of light. Loud choruses of Chrysanthemums taunt the brumilliads. Sweet supple light Sweetens your fingers with this moment. Dew drops of Moments gum the hive in smears of infinity. Worlds Hyphen worlds in the stitch of a moment And The insight of a breath; holding a world Within a world, for this Moment, at this moment, through these Pages, bonding you to me, bonding centuries To fuse a moment; joining what is remembered With what is prophecized. BAPTISM page 113 I am a parable without a meaning. A moral without a story. A life has destabilized into lives. I am the counterpoint stitching the fugues of Being. This particle wonder of my arms... The crystal shimmer of light augmenting sight With vision; so much, so much made Visible; such incandescence, such tenderness, Such intimacy that only a life could contain.... We are Photon rich with eternity; quark abundant To flood the crucible of light With shape and the candle brief mirage We call home. These are not words; they are Decoded frequencies. You are the transformer. You. Sh'ma Yisroael You. You are the prophet of your particles... You are the chosen to inhabit the shape of Time. You are the attempt at communication... The expression of what there is to be expressed. Genesis is within reach of you, for genesis Has been encoded within you. You are The outer reach, the furthest unfolding of that Holograph which shall unfold To reunion. BAPTISM page 114 We are the observers and the observed. While the planets spin and the sun burns My skin with August, you will be near me. While there is life there is joy. While there is one, there is one. I am never alone, for light is always Within reach. Light showers us daily with Correlation. The loneliness we feel Is the loneliness we require. To be Correlated is to be joined; to become Part of the whole. Enraptured radii Radiating a world. Shelling fear from bondage To liberate joy and singe it with light. Come with me. Be with me. Fear is the final frontier. Freedom is the absence of fear. Moments leak from you like the siphoning of A life. A moment to hold, a moment to dream, To touch a life in this promenade to death.... Reaching into the synthesized dark to retrieve a moment, Or a face, we reach into the encoded and Stop with memory. There is more. There is more than time. There is The lens that perceives time. The moment you knew That a moment could contain a lifetime.... That moment at the edge of a world. That moment alone with you. The circle within a circle; and To that circle Admit me. Allow me BAPTISM page 115 Movement Speech Presence Through yours. Within, without, alive. Liberated. The message has been liberated from the bottle. Closing the fissure in time to liberate you. I have waited for you. I have believed in you. I have sought you through the corn brash wastes Of millennia, through the human cyclotron of Time, comma, separating you from eternity, But not from me.