Viva La Vida

Forms’’Eternal Beauty

We take no measure .. our life quotient its full… we are ageless and timeless in form,…

Our biological ignition is pure creational form, our souls articulate matter as non-discrete, not separate at the particulate level.. .our sub-atomic equations are a universal conversation in action. We speak through the language of the blood, the heart, the bones….

We shape and sculpt the form, we know the perfection of the design,

She gives shape to him.. He enfolds her, wraps himself around her, protects and stands for her.. He is the father of many generations through her body, her womb, her ovaries.. He is the base of the family she rests within to create the conception of time itself, Her ovaries carry the story he seeking, the tides of promise he is yearning for, he is born to stand and fight for.. he recongises in the base of his masculine power,, the force of his sexuality to give to the shape of creation itself and to be gifted access to the creator realms of his home domain. The pure power of sexual union to give language to the body. in which it can express its true form. know true home, touch the infinite design unspoken and know the shape our existence impresses on the fabric of life.

Ovaries speak volumes - they are the voice and the lyrics of a thousand aeons of creation - the form the Creator gifting itself form through many generations of artistry, the human biology a fabric of pure universal poetry..

The ovaries have carried a broken blueprint, our ancestors past and future, are written in the codes of time, revealing the truth of our blood .. our purpose, our divine union.

Unity is our base form, and through union we know ourselves in our true fundamental nature. Union is part of our base design, the biological form as a united whole masculine & feminine through core zero expressing itself as masculine or feminine for this life… To know ourselves through union, lifts us beyond needing the toehrt to become whole. Unity is our fundamental wholeness in form.. never split.. And union has a counterpart beyond split, where we were never separated, and the form was never torn apart.. not needing to be reconciled and reunited.. It has a base we have never known.

Ocean Man

The perfection of form is a duty we take seriously. it is not a vanity… We have held stead the fight for the codes, to see the purity and original design restored Our heritage, our belonging, our home, our future .. and our pristine knowing of ourselves.

You cannot search for me.. you will not find me by seeking.. We must move towards each other, as one motion. It is not led from the eyes, or thought out as a step by step process.. We cannot look for each other.. the faces of our union hold exquisite material touch that actions each step. It moves the neurology to action beyond the physical senses.

It becomes a fluid-electrical compass of many points. A being of many stars in human form, many beings hold the same star map and the interlocking and interlacing of the one form of many defines the Union. All star points are given expression in the masculine and feminine as distinct and defined yet holding the forces of union inherent in the material so that it cannot not be whole and home in itself.. with the other.. Like the ocean known the shore.. the tidal promise, always returning to rest, one in the heart of the waves as they form and break and yield, the other in the golden sand shaped by each waveform into a new terra form of him… She give shape to him and he lands into the shape she has formed, for him. She gives purpose and power to his shape, and he he knows why he exists, to hold her in this form…. to be hers to shape.. to wrap himself around her so she knows her own shape, her infinite stars in s body corporeal to know touch, to know taste, to know him... She welcomes him into the gateway of her form.. A known warrior lays down his weapon and lets go into her, moves through her, coming to rest in her core …

The map

So the true map is one that holds all points of home, the stars of the heavenly firmament the ancestors used to navigate the oceans.. a unified universal network they could access and navigate from the fluid electrical information in their bodies, through the oceans of the planetary body.. No need to draw it out on paper, the map is in the fluid and form of Man through the ages.

This is no Wimbledon Common garden-variety map, Orinoco…

The map is unbroken through time.. a map of many stars, faces and facets of the One… His body is man of many men.. many of star origin who have stood, who have fallen, who have risen and who have taken flight.. He is a myriad of tidal chaos and fire-storms.. he holds ten all, an he is the one riding the wave.

HIs legions have know battle and wear the scars upon their face.. He has endured. His wholeness is nothing without them, and his command gives shape to their stand. A dominion of angelic warriors of many forms, a breast-plate of honor-made celestial fabric. An aegis of light. The fallen soldier lands on his feet …unyoked to the fallen legions of light-betrayed.

Rio

Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand… just like the river twisting through the dusty land…and when she shines she really shows you all she can…

Many many stars of light transcendent and translucent in the fluid as she runs to meet the ocean tides. Her infinite stars (in oscillating form) craving the strong powerful defined arms of his oceanic embrace.. A boundary of pure muscle to enfold and give shape to her… finally something solid to rest into… to feel herself in this new shape, a girl in a white dress on a beach, somewhere .. it could be anywhere, but is here. Her light of many stars that touch all souls, but have reread a path untouched, unseen… drowning in an ocean of emptiness without his form. The daily chasm of un-met-ness a silent scream.

Oh but the words were just written …so I will put them here….

I write to you because you missed it, you missed her, you missed who she is on this earth, you missed it because you chose a small view, you missed it because you chose a view to feed yourself in an entirely self-fuelled swirl of lies. You justified your choices from somewhere held in a muffled box- your vanity looking in the mirror made the clearest sounds distorted.. volume down... and in need of translation to your sphere o man view. Your search for union and family was true, it was pure and had an infinite stretch of that ... its potential unknown, the point where you could literally have had it all, and not even known what the 'all' was.. it was in your view, in her eyes, that sees you for everything you really are, beyond the tired squashed story of the perfect body.. it is how she sees everyone, and her view is not from any want, gain, or ego.. it is and always has been from the purest touch of the heart. I am keeping  the words small so they fit in to your brain, so you can translate them into 'your' language and 'your' view.. You have the ego to think you can let her go!??? for her own sake??? because  she 'hurts' like some fucking teenager pining over a pop star poster on the wall??? you really missed it, you really really missed... and the grief or upset or whatever you want to call it.. is everyone's.. its bigger than you know..  but in your gym hall of mirrors, your light beam wavelengths of self reflection and internalised justifications and narratives on what you think is OK and not OK are all like UV security rays, each one sets off a mode that ... unknown to you.. has repercussions outside the room full of exercise equipment and duff duff sounds of megalomania. the iron pumping rope twirling you tube videos of skill, weight loss and small bodies making small changes to become smaller and tighter and more snatched have only so far of a reach... they peter out into silent void... but for now, it feeds your need... and where I .. someone 'not involved' in your story of loss, can feel your eyes in the pure childlike innocence of one wo actually had a bigger sstory to tell.. CAN actually feel that, and CAN actually feel the nuances of your avoidant heart. It has anger and a depth of grief.. simply because you missed.. and in that.. you lost.. and in that SHE has to let you go.. beccause in the rejection, you are wrong.. and you chose to be the wrong piece.. The panacea of the fake bonds that you are holding together with someone less that SHE lasts in limit.. the fat cells are weighted with longing, and the cellular entropy is a withered muscle on an entropic bone.  The Ketosis that needs the false sugars of life is yours not hers, because there is an infinite menu on which the true pure cells of union bask in the universal flavours of the all the fluids of sublime love beyond definition. You lost...  And the MAN the unity, the union that she knows is in the waters that are charted and sailed in her motion of known maps, known direction, known life... victorious

the race has been won she knows this… they fight is over.. and the laying down of swords has begun… the mothers’ grief has flooded the land and the lost sons are returned home…an annunciation of death and crucifixion no longer carried on the winds and tides of this body. Victorious. The ovaries sigh.. it has been a burden to bear though the twisted high-jacked forms.. wombs of mothers lost in legions of debased lineages… we mourn for our childrens’c hildrens’ children…. those burst of ignited light already carried in the body of the girl in her blossoming.. who is she in this world… how

Eres Mia

Eres mia mar… you are my ocean…and the form of no boundary has been given the most exquisite shape… His longing has wings and muscle and bone.. his weight and heft of his soul as measured has substance enough to keep her…his breast-plate and armor now able to drop to the ground as he kneels before her in honor of a service given.. in recognition of a known fulfilled, and tenderness of a lover’s heart that has ached in time’s eternal silence for the voice of their union. The language of bodies that knows the sweet calling home of the soul… unrendered in a world of graphic portrayals and grotesque masks.. this touch is silent beyond simply longing.. it is full beneath the lonely cravings and solitude… it is all that has been missed and that which could never be lost… Union finally met and known from the enteral longing to come home through the heart of the other and union never lost from form’s eternal beauty.