Needle's Touche

Three Keys to the Groom of Wisdom
To you I Am has given
Blossom them from their mustard seed
To the Awe Sum Ken
Of your Mustered Cede
In full light of the phonics to be
Look up the word Etymology
Gather the Etymos to reap the Uttermost
Equanimity Magnanimity Longanimity
In Imity to Be


Needle's Touche

To say the Least

Is the Bard’s Eye View
Of Reality
Touche the Most
Is the Song of the Soul O Man
The Limning of the Rainbow
Through the Prism of the Soul
The Esemplastic Gift
Of One To Know

Be not forsakin’ 
The Cite of your Ayes
For sake o’ Satin’
The sight of your I’s
The Enemy is the Yen o Me
The Eye Pull of my I

Than be doubty o the Day
Be ye Doughty o The Dei
Live for the Free Sons
Of Eternity
Than Die for the frissons
Of the Term of Ye

Yes! Faith is Free for All
Yet, Faith is Not a free-for-all
Order of Ardor is Its Creed
To Quest On than to Question
The Mystery

Nay the broken lines of the dark prints
But yea the Clue of the Light Page
Will see ye True the Pass Age
To the Fathom o the Path Home
To the King

At times my words might seem
Somewhat disjointed
Yet In time they Sum Up 
To leave one not disappointed

For Meditation Contemplation Edification
Silence is the Language of Communion


Calm be your Mantra
Still be your Thought
Quiet be your Mana
Sooth be your Sought

Breathe Out to Breathe In
Exhale to Inhale
Breathe Out the Err
Breathe In the Heir

Marshal your Art
Muster your Cede
Order your Ardor
To Obey One Be

Unconditional SureRender
Assent to Whole Being
Emulate to Emanate
In Persona Christi

The Sage Word Slinger

Seek never the “Cloud of Unknowing”
Seek ever the “Uncloud of One Knowing”


Step Beyond or Stop Before
Meta Know Ya

Return of the Limen Law

Limen Law
Rite of Passage
In the winnowing of the Limen
The Eunuch will be sieved from the Unique
There Is No “Right” of Passage
Cut Off or Cut Of
Theo Paternity
Your Destiny
Is what you Seek
Time is a Perception of Hours
Of the Terminal
We Pass Age through
To the Eternal
That we Choose
To Be One or Wont to Be
In True Love Eternally

As the Sands of Time Ends
The Sans of Time Begins
Ken Ye

 The End is The Point of The Beginning
Between the Journey of Winnowing
Not All will Fall Many will Fly
The Limen for The Stall
Sync Deeply


Fathom the Path Home
Be Abba’s or Be Abyss
Seek the Chiasm over the Chasm


Thoughts of the Dei

Yes, Your point of view May “Turn Around” the Truth

Yet, Truth does not “Turn” around your point of view
As the Sun does not Turn around the Earth
Seek to Squarely View What is Clearly True
Than to Squirrely View What is Truly Skew
God is All Good Not all good is God
God made All Things Good Man made all things God
Beware what lies Be, Yond the candy
The Enemy is the Yen o Me The eye pull of my I
Nay the lines nor the tweens But yond be the Means
O the fathom o the Path Home to the King
There’re those who’d Keep ye conquered In pacific ways
Then there’re those who’d keep ye stirred To evil daze
Give Peace your Chants 

Your chants will give you Peace

Peace is not merely The absence of warships
Peace is Really The Abba’s Sense of Worship
Peace is the Freedom to be Free
To choose Right over rights And Law over legal
Order over Ardor

Not to read the New Wants Of The Day
But True Read the Nuance Of the Dei

If I offend thee Pluck it out
Best be reft your I than bereft I AM
If you stick your finger in your I
Do not point at me and Cry
These words are not Mint to Single Any
Yet are Meant to Signal Many

Seek the Masse's Blow

Pon the mettle of your soul

That ye be Steel than bestial

Steel your soul gin the steal of your soul


Look Up the word etymology

In full light of the phonics to be

Gather the etymos to reap the uttermost

Ken Ye



Rest The Word upon your tongue
Than wrest your tongue upon The Word
What Jesus said ingest
Jesus did not say in jest
He came Not to be a Comedian
He came to Be The Communion Medium
Savor The Savior
Taste and See the Godness of Word
Be devoured Of the Word
Be not devoured By the Word


Look with vision than with sight
To see wisdom as the poet might
See the Dei Light 
A Dei tripper Be
Get high on the Son Beams
For Eternity


 ~shapesphere...aka..Thomas More Buckland ...  The Sage Word Slinger