Needle's Touche

Needle's Touche

To say the Least

Is the Bard’s Eye View
Of Reality
Touche the Most
Is Song of 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 Eye

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


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 Point is The End Of The Beginning
And the Beginning of The End

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 beyond 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 
Peace is not merely The absence of war
Peace is Really The Abba’s Sense of Worship
Peace is the Freedom to be Free
To keep 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


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