Dinner for Two

[[DINNER FOR TWO // by Joanne von Spanien//|1]] [[<img src="data/for family.jpg">|1]]

Are you a [[girl]] or a [[boy]] or [[someone in between]]? (Not sure? You can change this later.)

A girl. Okay. You are about to experience something called [[bridal mysticism|bridal mysticism girl]].

A boy. Okay. You are about to experience something called [[bridal mysticism|bridal mysticism boy]].

Someone in between. Okay. You are about to experience something called [[bridal mysticism|bridal mysticism andro]].

Bridal mysticism is a way of looking at the divine, the Godhead, or the universe. It means you are going to experience the divine as a belovèd. Which, reminds me, [[my girl...]]

Bridal mysticism is a way of looking at the divine, the Godhead, or the universe. It means you are going to experience the divine as a belovèd. Which, reminds me, [[my boy...]]

Bridal mysticism is a way of looking at the divine, the Godhead, or the universe. It means you are going to experience the divine as a belovèd. Which, reminds me, [[my person of the in between...]]

If the divine, the Godhead, or the universe were your belovèd, would they be [[a girl|girl-god boy]], [[a boy|boy-god boy]], or [[someone in between|andro-god boy]]? [[...I'm a scientific materialist.|ath]]

If the divine, the Godhead, or the universe were your belovèd, would they be [[a girl|girl-god girl]], [[a boy|boy-god girl]], or [[someone in between|andro-god girl]]? [[...I'm a scientific materialist.|ath]]

If the divine, the Godhead, or the universe were your belovèd, would they be [[a girl|girl-god andro]], [[a boy|boy-god andro]], or [[someone in between|andro-god andro]]? [[...I'm a scientific materialist.|ath]]

Cool. Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know girl boy]]

Oh my how nonbinary and fantastic! Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know girl andro]]

Oh my. How lez-tastic! Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know girl girl]]

Many spiritual traditions contain heteronormative imagery. //Eros// and //agapë//, //yin// and //yang//. Such concepts supposèdly represent metaphysical structures. They don't. They represent the fact that most of these traditions were founded and practiced by //[[straight people.|straight people girl girl]]//

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started girl girl]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1 gg]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in between. Other experiences of //Dinner for Two//, which are not "straight" are equally [[valid.|started girl boy]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1 gb]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in between [[between.|started girl andro]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1gq]]

Cool. Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know boy girl]]

Oh my. How faggy! Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know boy boy]]

Oh my how nonbinary and fantastic! Before we begin, there's something you [[should know.|should know boy andro]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1 bg]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started boy boy]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1 bb]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started boy andro]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1bq]]

Okay! Before we begin, in between person, there's something you [[should know.|should know andro girl]]

Okay! Before we begin, in between person, there's something you [[should know.|should know andro boy]]

Gee! Two androgynes! Two genderqueers! How how nondual and fantastic!! Before we begin, in between person, there's something you [[should know.|should know andro andro]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started andro girl]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started andro boy]]

If these images represent anything, they represent active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and the wanderers in [[between.|started andro andro]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1qg]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1qb]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1an]]

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Her little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, her sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, her endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of her, she dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within her bruised and battered [[whole.|2gg]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace her agèd web, her tattered text, condemn yourself to love her creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that she is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through her World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and hand in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can feel where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3gg]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet her sisters death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Goddess dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon [[the grass.|4gg]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5gg]]</ul></div>

13 Well, love and death are not deprived of sight: illumined full in atemporal light, they shine on shards of passing tragedy and wrongs across our broken world are right. 14 This world within-without, which isn’t split, and never wished for clarity or wit to guide her heart to molded emptiness, where all is gone and we make sense with it: 15 where you are Goddess’ dreams of ageless ages, their author-sage and words upon the pages, yet you will drown, mid worlds, unfixed and faded, your sons and daughters murderers and [[sages.|6.1gg]]

<img src="data/16 copia.jpg"> 18 This darkened present’s not a place to stay. Here dusty dreamers, dying sages say some words of wisdom for the next to come, but when the stars burn up they go their way. 19 For worldly hopes we set our hearts upon emerge and burn to ashes and are gone. They light this sphere one speckled night and guide our children yet to come to meet [[the dawn.|7gg]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry [[snare,|7.1]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20, make bottom B&W copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 21 For love is Goddess’ tears in emptiness, her withered world, watered with consciousness, soul-clenching rapes and lover’s melting strokes, ourself upon ourselves—is happiness. 22 We wander through her words, day in day out, and, through the night, go stumbling about with intuition and the lonely few who’ve fared before to set our [[winding route.|Part2gg]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/22 copia.jpg"></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1gg]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 23 A girl and boy made war with tortured lust, egoic arrogance, for loveless “musts” that dif’rent cosmovisions can conceive without their groundless unifying trust. 24 Two halves of Spirit, love and wanderlust, a tear-stained universe’s shattered trust, but two are one, are Goddess-God alone, and sundered but a unifying must. 25 “I will not suffer death or loss or pain nor see a non-believer strive in vain; our savior died for us upon a cross and poured from proffered flesh, eternal reign. 26 “I’ve ‘studied’ cultures’ similarities and winding, intertwining histories, and say, anointers, strivers, submitters know a dif’rent version of [[these mysteries.”|10gg]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/24 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 27 “Semitic-European hybrids must become the standard when the past is thrust into the victors’ garbage dumps, the trash of history—forgotten cultures’ rust. 28 “If Archimedes founded calculus, if Lucrece kept her honor, faith and trust, if Carthage ground eternal Rome to dust— we’d quote Phoenician, not your Dominus.</div> <div style="float:right;width:50%"><img src="data/28 copia.jpg"> 29 “If equine species crossed the Bering Strait, and maize could foster stable, stronger states then Nahuatl or Quechua may be the lingua inca of this [[nation-state.|11gg]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:55%"> 30 “Your cosmos couldn’t craft a telescope, and frankly, everything from liquid soap to satellites—well, it’d be wrong to say were product of a caliphate or pope. 31 “So yes, you have unwittingly appended the world you know and love at once be ended, this science-scape that from false God ascended, from scientists and logic is descended; 32 “To academic accusations said: ‘The sacrèd Word’s been translated and read ten thousand times, so no, it is not dead, but misinterpretation is widespread.’</div><div style="float:right;width:45%"><img src="data/32 copia.jpg"> 33 “A God whose women might as well be slaves, whose men are sent to die in brutal ways— are these the λόγοι of a holy text or sins of humankind, a [[fall from grace?|12.0gg]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 34 “Despite these threats and bribes, you were enticed, believe in Him and then, well, just be nice— to those who buy coercive power trips an everlasting life in paradise? <img src="data/35 copia.jpg"> 35 “All statements tenuous and blindly thrown, trite ethnocentric trash on realms now known— your selfsame superstitious junk, my sweet, against my nascent world with logic shown.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 36 “Piss on such ‘prophets’ and their ‘truths’ ‘divine;’ shit on their sacraments, their prayers, their wine; think, why a ghostless place no one designed; then kiss your coming death. What will you find?” 37 So spoke the scientist, as though her leers and quips ordained her Nature’s engineer, as though the finite made the infinite. I ran and left; I couldn’t bear [[to hear.|13gg]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 38 Each heart, itself a bursting emptiness, which binds itself to all but nothingness, comes forth in countless forms and cancels out in sparks of suffering and happiness. 39 This empty ground, this raucous fireworks shows this fleeting, flickering consciousness that goes and comes and vanishes anew until it subtly, in self-reflection, grows. 40 What does life mean without immortal death? What is a heart without each heartless test? What grounds my soul to Goddess in the stars if not the ground of this [[eternal rest?|Part3gg]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/gab and mud.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"><img src="data/41 copia.jpeg"> 41 Fast-centered in this worldly sprawl condemned, the endless sum of worthless-priceless gems, all roads, all crosses, kings and vagabonds— and I was none, and I was all of them.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 42 This sea of wandering thoughts, and dreams enticed; the languid city moaned; the breeze was nice; the fountains wreathed themselves with nets of light; so Goddess sighed, is this not paradise? 43 And often academics I’d abide who took my delving questions in their stride, but, to the questions whose response is This, they showed no shard of truth when they replied. 44 For many years this habit seemed benign: indeed, of all those who I might malign why would such scientists with reason armed deny and desecrate this [[inner shrine?|15gg]]</div>

45 How could they desecrate this world divine, how could such thinkers, canonized, consign it to their world of depthless shadows and deny reality its self-design? 46 For what’s the point if all the world in me can’t recognize the finished, sacrèd key and through the door of boundless suffering together realize reality? 47 The maya lies within, its lock and key, the tree of life, or Goddess’ heart, in me, the universe—whatever they may say— here breathes the only [[true tautology.|16.0gg]] <img src="data/45 copia.jpg">

<center><img src="data/Pine_Trees copia.jpg"></center> <div style="float:left"> 48 When, standing ‘midst the sea, I wondered why, she led me, body, soul and spirit, by the only drive samsara’s ever shown, and dreamed with me the first, primordial sky.</div> <div style="float:right"> 49 I saw the simplest, deepest read-write code, the final thought reality had closed. Here newborn time and space already showed potentials that her children would compose.</div> <div style="float:left"> 50 In formless peace, I knew that I was blessed, for here sprawled Darwin’s universe undressed: and, forming each new thought unto the world, alone, in love, embraced eternal rest.</div> <div style="float:right"> 51 You kiss the world, you kiss infinity and Goddess consubstantially. And watch the makeshift spirits come and go on pilgrimages through [[divinity.|17gg]]</div>

52 But still, I thought, this present’s not to keep but to be thrown unto the winds that sweep the cosmos clean of failed yesterdays and wake tomorrows from their timeless sleep. 53 The day my inner guide deemed fit to take me by the heartstrings to her star-pecked lake, I urged the person gazing back at me, “Gaze in and dream ten thousand worlds [[awake.”|part4gg]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 54 So, wandering this sunset at the close, like dust on wind, as round the world it blows, upon a crossroads come, there loomed a door I’d known some ancient age ago, [[who knows?|19gg]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/54 copia.jpg"></div>

<center><img src="data/55 copia.jpg"> 55 Inside, the patrons, seated round in chairs, were picking pennies, moaning, splitting hairs. They tossed their vacant thoughts unto the winds, and drank their minds a’drifting unawares. 56 And some, among this down-to-earthy lot could still articulate while others not but one, a bearded, Persian polymath aired poetry beside his wine-filled pot. 57 He spoke in winding, esoteric slurs to several groups of wide-eyed translators: “Me and the grape, the daughter of the vine, and lip to lip, that ruby draft of hers. 58 “Us three, us happy three, who men deride, submerged amid the Lord’s most immanent tide before beneath the Earth, as dust sans end, we must without belovèd then [[abide.”|20gg]]</center>

<center><img src="data/59 copia.jpg"> 59 An engineer cut in, all resolute: “Drunk friend, I have with logic absolute solved God-defying proofs, thus airplanes fly and thus my intellectual repute!”</center> <div style="float:left;width:50%"> 60 There rose a collared priest, a slave of God, though not anointed, unified, thus flawed— a mythic mind, not mystic, mythical, without the Kingdom, exiled for fraud.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 61 He pressed the others to listen to him speak; he cleared his throat; he donned a trite technique: “I know not one of you can tell me why you’ve lost the conscious qualia that you seek.</div> <center>62 “This holy truth is lost to scientism to tatters torn by bleak postmodernism. before the universe, the Word of God preceded all your [[vain materialism!”|21gg]]</center>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 63 A dread-locked girl, so liberal, so trapped, battered by suffering, by loss, by wrath, her play was published, planned, its morals mapped and stamped with terror’s sign: Please Mind the Gap! 64 “We wake each day, amid this universe, aware of ecstasy, of pain and worse, beyond that ‘all-is-oneness’ stuff, the curse, the blackened curtain’s gift, the void, the hearse. 65 “A bodhisattva may unsnarl all, a physicist dash chalky Hindic scrawl, and yet, between these things we know are true, there breathes a deathly veil, a [[heightless wall.”|22gg]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/65 copia.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/58 copy.jpg"> (Oh, look. It's your incredibly adorable, badass authoress!) 66 And as each person one by one was speaking, I spilt the wine between their logics leaking, and made to tell them, “Sisters, brothers, look! I am the gap that all of you are seeking! 67 There is no curtain! Stop the play!” but then reality would start it up again, would keep her secret hidden till the end so that self-integration could begin. 68 It starts and closes with a dual relation, the thought, the consciousness that leaves creation, its fuel, this single differentiation and driver, but the ache for integration. 69 Up from the bottom swells a formless soul, who forms a vision of her final goal; blinded through birth, she’ll see the All with time and at the top trade vision for this whole. 70 And formlessness falls down the other side— outpouring verse, a made and unmade tide— as form supports the formless, gives it drive and formlessness in shifting form resides: 71 the pangs and bliss of all manifestation, the silence and the void of full cessation, the actors, and the audience, the one true act, participant [[observation.|23gg]]

72 The liberal, the scientist, the priest, each one would have all other views deceased; and blinded to this little play deny they’re watching it at all, and be [[released.|part5gg]]

<h3>//[[Part 5|24gendergg]]//</h3> (of 5) <img src="data/74 copia.jpg">

73 Into Reality and yet not knowing from where like microbes willy-nilly growing and up through it as Goddess through the stars throughout the cosmos effortlessly blowing. 74 How could I call this sphere from emptiness to cruelly snatch away its consciousness? Another and another life to teach the falsity of this [[impertinence.|25gg]]

75 So through Earth’s drama, then through a garden gate I traveled in a blissful, painless state, and many knots unraveled on my road and touched eternal life and human fate. 76 And here were you, as if our dream were through, and here was I, as if I always knew throughout our torturous travels, throughout our pain that I—that I—was never lost to you. 77 Beyond the gate, beneath a bodhi tree, the crux of God, the stars and you and me and wrapped around our bodies, made for two, one universe beyond [[duality.|26gg]]

78 And so our souls had always been entwined; though scattered through the world, were but one mind. And so you said: “Let’s share some food and wine, for where’s the fun if by ourselves we dine?” 79 And only this, just us, end of the line, and something in it all we call divine: isn’t it wonderful, to suffer here, to breathe and die, and still be by your side? 80 The table set, perfection in our minds: contained and limitless and self-defined, reflexive as a rule, and all designed that neither you nor me be left behind. 81 If one should leave, reject this holy art, reality itself would fly apart, the wine and garden vanish in a void and fade our infinite, undying heart. 82 The formless heaven and the empty ground endure together, dreaming up and down— what dreamt as two, forever always one; in short, forever lost, forever found. 83 And drowned in turn, each by each other’s eyes, which held each other’s soul reflected by yourself then me, unto infinity, just one and two, [[no if no how no why.|27gg]]

84 We smiled. We laughed, so unitive and free, a tipsy turn, for all posterity. That we would know, and you who read this too, the sun that rose from this [[simplicity.|28gg]]

[[...|29gg]]

85 You are my future and my perfect past, and me this crippled present, perfect, vast and peerless as I see that I am you, and rest in you, and you in me, at [[last.|enso end]]

<h3>[[The End|credits2]]</h3>

<h3>Acknowledgements</h3> I’d like to thank Mr. Adam Conway, who turned me on to literature, and my aunt, who turned me on to spiritual literature. Lastly, to Dwight Bitikofer and Janie Ibur (a.k.a. Dr. JJ Cowgirl) for their help looking over the manuscripts, several [[times.|credits3]]

16 Here dreams and dancing [[end,|16.2]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death [[descends,|16.3]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest [[friends;|16.4]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation dances round, and by her heart so we were born, and so this journey ends. 17 And yes, if only starry dreams could last, the perfect future kiss the battered [[past,|16.8]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions [[bare;|7.15]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to ticking time will always be the world’s most precious [[ware.|8gg]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

[[<img src="data/ensou copia.jpg">|30gg]]

<h3>//[[Part 1|1bb]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. His lofty lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, his sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, his endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of him, he dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within his bruised and battered [[whole.|2bb]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace his agèd web, and tattered text, condemn yourself to love his creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that he is you and ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through his World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and arm in arm some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey thus begun, led here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can judge where paths will lead, for all unite in [[subtle happiness.|3bb]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet his brothers death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 So God dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4bb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5bb]]</ul></div>

13 Well, love and death are not deprived of sight: illumined full in atemporal light, they shine on shards of passing tragedy and wrongs across our broken world are right. 14 This world within-without, which isn’t split, and never wished for clarity or wit to guide its heart to molded emptiness, where all is gone and we make sense with it: 15 where you are God’s one of ageless ages, their author-sage and words upon the pages, yet you will drown, mid worlds, unfixed and faded, your sons and daughters murderers and [[sages.|6.1bb]]

Here dreams and dancing [[end,|16.2bb]]

16 Here dream and dancing end, here death [[descends,|16.3bb]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest [[friends;|16.4bb]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation dances round, and by his heart so we were born, and so this journey ends. 17 And yes, if only starry dreams could last, the perfect future kiss the battered [[past,|16.8bb]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry [[snare,|7.1bb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20, make bottom B&W copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions [[bare;|7.15bb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to ticking time will always be the world’s most precious [[ware.|8bb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 21 For love is God’s lament in emptiness, his withered world, watered with consciousness, soul-clenching rapes and lover’s melting strokes, ourself upon ourselves—is happiness. 22 We wander through his words, day in day out, and, through the night, go stumbling about with intuition and the lonely few who’ve fared before to set our [[winding route.|Part2bb]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/22 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to [[ticking time|7.2]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to [[ticking time|7.2bb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 23 A boy and girl made war with tortured lust, egoic arrogance, for loveless “musts” that dif’rent cosmovisions can conceive without their groundless unifying trust. 24 Two halves of Spirit, love and wanderlust, a tear-stained universe’s shattered trust, but two are one, are Goddess-God alone, and sundered but a unifying must. 25 “I will not suffer death or loss or pain nor see a non-believer strive in vain; our savior died for us upon a cross and poured from proffered flesh, eternal reign. 26 “I’ve ‘studied’ cultures’ similarities and winding, intertwining histories, and say, anointers, strivers, submitters know a dif’rent version of [[these mysteries.”|10bb]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/24 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 34 “Despite these threats and bribes, you were enticed, believe in Him and then, well, just be nice— to those who buy coercive power trips an everlasting life in paradise? <img src="data/35 copia.jpg"> 35 “All statements tenuous and blindly thrown, trite ethnocentric trash on realms now known— your selfsame superstitious junk, my sweet, against my nascent world with logic shown.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 36 “Piss on such ‘prophets’ and their ‘truths’ ‘divine;’ shit on their sacraments, their prayers, their wine; think, why a ghostless place no one designed; then kiss your coming death. What will you find?” 37 So spoke the scientist, as though his leers and quips ordained him Nature’s engineer, as though the finite made the infinite. I ran and left; I couldn’t bear [[to hear.|13bb]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 38 Each heart, itself a bursting emptiness, which binds itself to all but nothingness, comes forth in countless forms and cancels out in sparks of suffering and happiness. 39 This empty ground, this raucous fireworks shows this fleeting, flickering consciousness that goes and comes and vanishes anew until it subtly, in self-reflection, grows. 40 What does life mean without immortal death? What is a heart without each heartless test? What grounds my soul to God amid the stars if not the ground of this [[eternal rest?|Part3bb]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/gab and mud.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/41 copia.jpeg"> 41 Fast-centered in this worldly sprawl condemned, the endless sum of worthless-priceless gems, all roads, all crosses, kings and vagabonds— and I was none, and I was all of them. 42 This sea of wandering thoughts, and dreams enticed; the languid city moaned; the breeze was nice; the fountains wreathed themselves with nets of light; God wondered then, is this not paradise? 43 And often academics I’d abide who took my delving questions in their stride, but, to the questions whose response is This, they showed no glint of truth when they replied. 44 For many years this habit seemed benign: indeed, of all those who I might malign why would such scientists with reason armed deny and desecrate this [[inner shrine?|15bb]]

45 How could they desecrate this world divine, how could such thinkers, canonized, consign it to their world of depthless shadows and deny reality its self-design? 46 For what’s the point if all the world in me can’t recognize the finished, sacrèd key and through the door of boundless suffering together realize reality? 47 The maya lies within, its lock and key, the tree of life, or Heart of God, in me, the universe—whatever they may say— here breathes the only [[true tautology.|16.0bb]] <img src="data/45 copia.jpg">

<center><img src="data/Pine_Trees copia.jpg"></center> <div style="float:left"> 48 When, standing ‘midst the sea, I wondered why, he led me, body, soul and spirit, by the only drive samsara’s ever shown, and dreamed with me the first, primordial sky.</div> <div style="float:right"> 49 I saw the simplest, deepest read-write code, the final thought reality had closed. Here newborn time and space already showed potentials that her children would compose.</div> <div style="float:left"> 50 In formless peace, I knew that I was blessed, for here sprawled Darwin’s universe undressed: and, forming each new thought unto the world, alone, in love, embraced eternal [[rest.|16.33]]</div>

52 But still, I thought, this present’s not to keep but to be thrown unto the winds that sweep the cosmos clean of failed yesterdays and wake tomorrows from their timeless sleep. 53 The day my inner guide deemed fit to take me by the heartstrings to his star-glossed lake, I urged the person gazing back at me, “Gaze in and dream ten thousand worlds [[awake.”|part4bb]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 54 So, wandering this sunset at the close, like dust on wind, as round the world it blows, upon a crossroads come, there loomed a door I’d known some ancient age ago, [[who knows?|19bb]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/54 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 63 A dread-locked girl, so liberal, so trapped, battered by suffering, by loss, by wrath, her play was published, planned, its morals mapped and stamped with terror’s sign: Please Mind the Gap! 64 “We wake each day, amid this universe, aware of ecstasy, of pain and worse, beyond that ‘all-is-oneness’ stuff, the curse, the blackened curtain’s gift, the void, the hearse. 65 “A bodhisattva may unsnarl all, a physicist dash chalky Hindic scrawl, and yet, between these things we know are true, there breathes a deathly veil, a [[heightless wall.”|22bb]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/65 copia.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/58 copy.jpg"> (Oh, look. It's your incredibly adorable, badass authoress!) 66 And as each person one by one was speaking, I spilt the wine between their logics leaking, and made to tell them, “Brothers, sisters, look! I am the gap that all of you are seeking! 67 There is no curtain! Stop the play!” but then reality would start it up again, would keep her secret hidden till the end so that self-integration could begin. 68 It starts and closes with a dual relation, the thought, the consciousness that leaves creation, its fuel, this single differentiation and driver, but the ache for integration. 69 Up from the bottom swells a formless soul, who forms a vision of her final goal; blinded through birth, she’ll see the All with time and at the top trade vision for this whole. 70 And formlessness falls down the other side— outpouring verse, a made and unmade tide— as form supports the formless, gives it drive and formlessness in shifting form resides: 71 the pangs and bliss of all manifestation, the silence and the void of full cessation, the actors, and the audience, the one true act, participant [[observation.|23bb]]

72 The liberal, the scientist, the priest, each one would have all other views deceased; and blinded to this little play deny they’re watching it at all, and be [[released.|part5bb]]

<h3>//[[Part 5|24genderbb]]//</h3> (of 5) <img src="data/74 copia.jpg">

From here on out it makes no poetic [[difference.|24gender2gg]]

But... last [[chance.|chance.24gender3gg]]

Do you, my love, want to change your gender? [[Boy|24gg]] [[Androgynous gender pirate!|24gg]] [[Nope!|24gg]]

From here on out it makes no poetic [[difference.|24gender2bb]]

But... last [[chance.|chance.24gender3bb]]

Do you, my love, want to change your gender? [[Girl.|24gg]] [[Androgynous gender pirate!|24gg]] [[Nope!|24gg]]

<h3>//[[Part 1|1an]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Our little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, their sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, their endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of this, so dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within our bruised and battered [[whole.|2q]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace this agèd web, this tattered text, condemn yourself to love all creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that This is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through this World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and dream in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds will know where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3q]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet their siblings death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Then Goddess-God was energy and mass and wisdom was a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass.</div> 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4q]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5q]]</ul></div>

13 Well, love and death are not deprived of sight: illumined full in atemporal light, they shine on shards of passing tragedy and wrongs across our broken world are right. 14 This world within-without, which isn’t split, and never wished for clarity or wit to guide her heart to molded emptiness, where all is gone and we make sense with it: 15 where you are Spirit’s sleep of ageless ages, their author-sage and words upon the pages, yet you will drown, mid worlds, unfixed and faded, your children lost as murderers and [[sages.|6.1q]]

Here dreams and dancing [[end,|16.q2]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death [[descends,|16.3q]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest [[friends;|16.4q]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation dances round, and by this heart so we were born, and so this journey ends. 17 And yes, if only starry dreams could [[last,|16.7q]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry [[snare,|7.1q]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20, make bottom B&W copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions [[bare;|7.15q]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to [[ticking time|7.2q]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to ticking time will always be the world’s most precious [[ware.|8q]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 21 For love is Spirit’s sobs in emptiness, our withered world, watered with consciousness, soul-clenching rapes and lover’s melting strokes, ourself upon ourselves—is happiness. 22 We wander through these words, day in day out, and, through the night, go stumbling about with intuition and the lonely few who’ve fared before to set our [[winding route.|Part2q]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/22 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 23 A girl and boy made war with tortured lust, egoic arrogance, for loveless “musts” that dif’rent cosmovisions can conceive without their groundless unifying trust. 24 Two halves of Spirit, love and wanderlust, a tear-stained universe’s shattered trust, but two are one, are Goddess-God alone, and sundered but a unifying must. 25 “I will not suffer death or loss or pain nor see a non-believer strive in vain; our savior died for us upon a cross and poured from proffered flesh, eternal reign. 26 “I’ve ‘studied’ cultures’ similarities and winding, intertwining histories, and say, anointers, strivers, submitters know a dif’rent version of [[these mysteries.”|10q]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/24 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 38 Each heart, itself a bursting emptiness, which binds itself to all but nothingness, comes forth in countless forms and cancels out in sparks of suffering and happiness. 39 This empty ground, this raucous fireworks shows this fleeting, flickering consciousness that goes and comes and vanishes anew until it subtly, in self-reflection, grows. 40 What does life mean without immortal death? What is a heart without each heartless test? What grounds my soul to Spirit midst the stars if not the ground of this [[eternal rest?|Part3q]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/gab and mud.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/41 copia.jpeg"> 41 Fast-centered in this worldly sprawl condemned, the endless sum of worthless-priceless gems, all roads, all crosses, kings and vagabonds— and I was none, and I was all of them. 42 This sea of wandering thoughts, and dreams enticed; the languid city moaned; the breeze was nice; the fountains wreathed themselves with nets of light; so and it was thought, is this not paradise? 43 And often academics I’d abide who took my delving questions in their stride, but, to the questions whose response is This, they showed no shard of truth when they replied. 44 For many years this habit seemed benign: indeed, of all those who I might malign why would such scientists with reason armed deny and desecrate this [[inner shrine?|15q]]

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45 How could they desecrate this world divine, how could such thinkers, canonized, consign it to their world of depthless shadows and deny reality its self-design? 46 For what’s the point if all the world in me can’t recognize the finished, sacrèd key and through the door of boundless suffering together realize reality? 47 The maya lies within, its lock and key, the tree of life, this single heart, in me, the universe—whatever they may say— here breathes the only [[true tautology.|16.0q]] <img src="data/45 copia.jpg">

<center><img src="data/Pine_Trees copia.jpg"></center> <div style="float:left"> 48 When, standing ‘midst the sea, I wondered why, it led me, body, soul and spirit, by the only drive samsara’s ever shown, and dreamed with me the first, primordial sky.</div> <div style="float:right"> 49 I saw the simplest, deepest read-write code, the final thought reality had closed. Here newborn time and space already showed potentials that her children would compose.</div> <div style="float:left"> 50 In formless peace, I knew that I was blessed, for here sprawled Darwin’s universe undressed: and, forming each new thought unto the world, alone, in love, embraced eternal [[rest.|16q]]</div>

52 But still, I thought, this present’s not to keep but to be thrown unto the winds that sweep the cosmos clean of failed yesterdays and wake tomorrows from their timeless sleep. 53 The day my inner guide deemed fit to take me by the heartstrings to this star-pecked lake, I urged the person gazing back at me, “Gaze in and dream ten thousand worlds [[awake.”|part4q]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 54 So, wandering this sunset at the close, like dust on wind, as round the world it blows, upon a crossroads come, there loomed a door I’d known some ancient age ago, [[who knows?|19x]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/54 copia.jpg"></div>

<center><img src="data/59 copia.jpg"> 59 An engineer cut in, all resolute: “Drunk friend, I have with logic absolute solved God-defying proofs, thus airplanes fly and thus my intellectual repute!”</center> <div style="float:left;width:50%"> 60 There rose a collared priest, a slave of God, though not anointed, unified, thus flawed— a mythic mind, not mystic, mythical, without the Kingdom, exiled for fraud.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 61 He pressed the others to listen to him speak; he cleared his throat; he donned a trite technique: “I know not one of you can tell me why you’ve lost the conscious qualia that you seek.</div> <center>62 “This holy truth is lost to scientism to tatters torn by bleak postmodernism. before the universe, the Word of God preceded all your [[vain materialism!”|21q]]</center>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 63 A dread-locked girl, so liberal, so trapped, battered by suffering, by loss, by wrath, her play was published, planned, its morals mapped and stamped with terror’s sign: Please Mind the Gap! 64 “We wake each day, amid this universe, aware of ecstasy, of pain and worse, beyond that ‘all-is-oneness’ stuff, the curse, the blackened curtain’s gift, the void, the hearse. 65 “A bodhisattva may unsnarl all, a physicist dash chalky Hindic scrawl, and yet, between these things we know are true, there breathes a deathly veil, a [[heightless wall.”|22q]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/65 copia.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/58 copy.jpg"> (Oh, look. It's your incredibly adorable, badass authoress!) 66 And as each person one by one was speaking, I spilt the wine between their logics leaking, and made to tell them, “Sisters-brothers, look! I am the gap that all of you are seeking! 67 There is no curtain! Stop the play!” but then reality would start it up again, would keep her secret hidden till the end so that self-integration could begin. 68 It starts and closes with a dual relation, the thought, the consciousness that leaves creation, its fuel, this single differentiation and driver, but the ache for integration. 69 Up from the bottom swells a formless soul, who forms a vision of her final goal; blinded through birth, she’ll see the All with time and at the top trade vision for this whole. 70 And formlessness falls down the other side— outpouring verse, a made and unmade tide— as form supports the formless, gives it drive and formlessness in shifting form resides: 71 the pangs and bliss of all manifestation, the silence and the void of full cessation, the actors, and the audience, the one true act, participant [[observation.|23q]]

72 The liberal, the scientist, the priest, each one would have all other views deceased; and blinded to this little play deny they’re watching it at all, and be [[released.|part5q]]

<h3>//[[Part 5|24genderq]]//</h3> (of 5) <img src="data/74 copia.jpg">

From here on out it makes no poetic [[difference.|24gender2q]]

But... last [[chance.|chance.24gender3q]]

Do you, my love, want to change your gender? [[Girl.|24gg]] [[Boy.|24gg]] [[Nope!|24gg]]

An atheist. That's okay. You still must believe in the [[universe.|ath2]]

Which in and of itself is interesting, and has many interesting things to say about men and women. [[...|ath3]]

In your scientific parlance, we might say that science tends to be heteronormative (exempli gratia: evolutionary psychology) despite the fact that these theories, while explaining many important phenomena, remain incomplete. But that's a story for [[another day...|ath5]]

Now, let's get [[started...|part1s]]

If these images represent anything, it's active and receptive elements of every person: straight, gay, boy, girl, and everyone in [[between.|ath4]]

<h3>//[[Part 1|1s]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. The little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes the universe’s, boundless call, its sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, that dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, its endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of this, so dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within the bruised and battered [[whole.|2s]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul> 4 Embrace this agèd web, this tattered text, condemn yourself to love its creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that you are This yet end in endless rest. 5 So journey through the world sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and hand in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, who you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey thus begun, led here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can judge were paths will lead, for all make love in subtle [[happiness.|3s]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 bw.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom meets its doppelgängers death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 The Self dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the [[grass.|4s]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 bw.jpg"></div>

<div style="float: left;"><ul> 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry face. 12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity begetting death beneath a timeless gleam?</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"><ul><img src="data/11 copia.jpg"> 13 Well, love and death are not deprived of sight: illumined full in atemporal light, they shine on shards of passing tragedy and wrongs across our broken world are [[right.|5s]]

14 This world, within-without, which isn’t split, and never wished for clarity or wit to guide it’s heart to molded emptiness, where all is gone and we make sense with it: 15 where you’re this timeless mind of ageless ages, their author-sage and words upon the pages, yet you will drown, mid worlds, unfixed and faded, your sons and daughters murderers and [[sages.|6.1s]]

Here dreams and laughing [[end,|16.s2]]

16 Here dreams and laughing end, here death [[descends,|16.3s]]

16 Here dreams and laughing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest [[friends;|16.4s]]

16 Here dreams and dancing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation //iactat// round a couple dice: so we were [[born,|16.5s]]

16 Here dreams and laughing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation //iactat// round a couple dice: so we were born, and so this journey [[ends.|16.6s]]

16 Here dreams and laughing end, here death descends, here life spirits away all dearest friends; creation //iactat// round a couple dice: so we were born, and so this journey ends. 17 And yes, if only starry dreams could last, the perfect future kiss the battered [[past,|16.8s]]

<img src="data/16 bw.jpg"> 18 This darkened present’s not a place to stay. Here dusty dreamers, dying sages say some words of wisdom for the next to come, but when the stars burn up they go their way. 19 For worldly hopes we set our hearts upon emerge and burn to ashes and are gone. They light this sphere one speckled night and guide our children yet to come to meet the [[dawn.|7s]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry [[snare,|7.1s]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20, make bottom B&W copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions [[bare;|7.15s]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to [[ticking time|7.2s]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 20 The mourning sun will scorch a starry snare, will wash kaleidoscopic passions bare; “perfection” with respect to ticking time will always be the world’s most precious [[ware.|8s]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/20 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%;"> 21 For love is conscious tears in emptiness, a withered world, watered with consciousness, soul-clenching rapes and lover’s melting strokes, ourself upon ourselves—is happiness. 22 We wander through these words, day in day out, and, through the night, go stumbling about with intuition and the lonely few who’ve fared before to set our winding [[route.|part2s]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/22 copia.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 23 Belovèds waged a war with tortured lust, egoic arrogance, for loveless “musts” that dif’rent cosmovisions can conceive without their groundless unifying trust. 24 Two halves of Spirit, love and wanderlust, a tear-stained universe’s shattered trust, but two are one, are lost and found alone, and sundered but a unifying must. 25 “I will not suffer death or loss or pain nor see a non-believer strive in vain; our savior died for us upon a cross and poured from proffered flesh, eternal reign. 26 “I’ve ‘studied’ cultures’ similarities and winding, intertwining histories, and say, anointers, strivers, submitters know a dif’rent version of such [[mysteries.”|10s]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/24 bw.jpg"></div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 27 “Semitic-European hybrids must become the standard when the past is thrust into the victors’ garbage dumps, the trash of history—forgotten cultures’ rust. 28 “If Archimedes founded calculus, if Lucrece kept her honor, faith and trust, if Carthage ground eternal Rome to dust— we’d quote Phoenician, not your Dominus.</div> <div style="float:right;width:50%"><img src="data/28 bw.jpg"> 29 “If equine species crossed the Bering Strait, and maize could foster stable, stronger states then Nahuatl or Quechua may be the lingua inca of this [[nation-state.|11s]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:55%"> 30 “Your cosmos couldn’t craft a telescope, and frankly, everything from liquid soap to satellites—well, it’d be wrong to say were product of a caliphate or pope. 31 “So yes, you have unwittingly appended the world you know and love at once be ended, this science-scape that from false God ascended, from scientists and logic is descended; 32 “To academic accusations said: ‘The sacrèd Word’s been translated and read ten thousand times, so no, it is not dead, but misinterpretation is widespread.’</div><div style="float:right;width:45%"><img src="data/32 bw.jpg"> 33 “A God whose women might as well be slaves, whose men are sent to die in brutal ways— are these the λόγοι of a holy text or sins of humankind, a [[fall from grace?|12.0s]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 34 “Despite these threats and bribes, you were enticed, believe in Him and then, well, just be nice— to those who buy coercive power trips an everlasting life in paradise? <img src="data/35 bw.jpg"> 35 “All statements tenuous and blindly thrown, trite ethnocentric trash on realms now known— your selfsame superstitious junk, my sweet, against my nascent world with logic shown.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 36 “Piss on such ‘prophets’ and their ‘truths’ ‘divine;’ shit on their sacraments, their prayers, their wine; think, why a ghostless place no one designed; then kiss your coming death. What will you [[find?”|12s]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:50%"> 34 “Despite these threats and bribes, you were enticed, believe in Him and then, well, just be nice— to those who buy coercive power trips an everlasting life in paradise? <img src="data/35 bw.jpg"> 35 “All statements tenuous and blindly thrown, trite ethnocentric trash on realms now known— your selfsame superstitious junk, my sweet, against my nascent world with logic shown.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 36 “Piss on such ‘prophets’ and their ‘truths’ ‘divine;’ shit on their sacraments, their prayers, their wine; think, why a ghostless place no one designed; then kiss your coming death. What will you find?” 37 So spoke the scientist, as though her leers and quips ordained her Nature’s engineer, as though the finite made the infinite. I ran and left; I couldn’t bear [[to hear.|13s]]</div>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 38 Each heart, itself a bursting emptiness, which binds itself to all but nothingness, comes forth in countless forms and cancels out in sparks of suffering and happiness. 39 This empty ground, through raucous fireworks, shows its fleeting, flickering consciousness that goes and comes and vanishes anew until it subtly, in self-reflection, grows. 40 What does life mean without immortal death? What is a heart without each heartless test? What grounds my mind to life amid the stars if not the ground of its eternal [[rest?|part3s]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/gab and mud bw.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/41 bw.jpeg"> 41 Fast-centered in this worldly sprawl condemned, the endless sum of worthless-priceless gems, all roads, all crosses, kings and vagabonds— and I was none, and I was all of them. 42 This sea of wandering thoughts, and dreams enticed; the languid city moaned; the breeze was nice; the fountains wreathed themselves with nets of light; and turned to me: “Is this not paradise?” 43 And often academics I’d abide who took my delving questions in their stride, but, to the questions whose response is This, they showed no shard of truth when they replied. 44 For many years this habit seemed benign: indeed, of all those who I might malign why would such scientists with reason armed deny and desecrate this inner [[shrine?|15s]]

45 How could they desecrate this world divine, how could such thinkers, canonized, consign it to their world of depthless shadows and deny reality its self-design? 46 For what’s the point if all the world in me can’t recognize the finished, sacrèd key and through the door of boundless suffering together realize reality? 47 The maya lies within, its lock and key, the tree of life, this emptiness, in me, the universe—whatever they may say— here lives the only true [[tautology.|16.0s]]

<center><img src="data/Pine_Trees bw.jpg"></center> <div style="float:left"> 48 When, standing ‘midst the sea, I wondered why, it led me, body, soul and spirit, by the only drive samsara’s ever shown, and dreamed with me the first, primordial sky.</div> <div style="float:right"> 49 I saw the simplest, deepest read-write code, the final thought reality had closed. Here newborn time and space already showed potentials that her children would compose.</div> <div style="float:left"> 50 In formless peace, I knew that I was blessed, for here sprawled Darwin’s universe undressed: and, forming each new thought unto the world, alone, in love, embraced eternal [[rest.|16s]]</div>

52 But still, I thought, this present’s not to keep but to be thrown unto the winds that sweep the cosmos clean of failed yesterdays and wake tomorrows from their timeless sleep. 53 The day my inner guide deemed fit to take me by the heartstrings to this star-pecked lake, I urged the dreamer gazing back at me, “Gaze in and dream ten thousand worlds [[awake.”|part4s]]

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 54 So, wandering this sunset at the close, like dust on wind, as round the world it blows, upon a crossroads come, there loomed a door I’d known some ancient age ago, [[who knows?|19s]]</div><div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/54 bw.jpg"></div>

<center><img src="data/55 bw.jpg"> 55 Inside, the patrons, seated round in chairs, were picking pennies, moaning, splitting hairs. They tossed their vacant thoughts unto the winds, and drank their minds a’drifting unawares. 56 And some, among this down-to-earthy lot could still articulate while others not but one, a bearded, Persian polymath aired poetry beside his wine-filled pot. 57 He spoke in winding, esoteric slurs to several groups of wide-eyed translators: “Me and the grape, the daughter of the vine, and lip to lip, that ruby draft of hers. 58 “Us three, us happy three, who men deride, submerged amid the Lord’s most immanent tide before beneath the Earth, as dust sans end, we must without belovèd then [[abide.”|20s]]</center>

<center><img src="data/59 bw.jpg"> 59 An engineer cut in, all resolute: “Drunk friend, I have with logic absolute solved God-defying proofs, thus airplanes fly and thus my intellectual repute!”</center> <div style="float:left;width:50%"> 60 There rose a collared priest, a slave of God, though not anointed, unified, thus flawed— a mythic mind, not mystic, mythical, without the Kingdom, exiled for fraud.</div><div style="float:right;width:50%"> 61 He pressed the others to listen to him speak; he cleared his throat; he donned a trite technique: “I know not one of you can tell me why you’ve lost the conscious qualia that you seek.</div> <center>62 “This holy truth is lost to //scientism// to tatters torn by bleak postmodernism. before the universe, the Word of God preceded all your [[vain materialism!”|21s]]</center>

<div style="float:left;width:60%"> 63 A dread-locked girl, so liberal, so trapped, battered by suffering, by loss, by wrath, her play was published, planned, its morals mapped and stamped with terror’s sign: Please Mind the Gap! 64 “We wake each day, amid this universe, aware of ecstasy, of pain and worse, beyond that ‘all-is-oneness’ stuff, the curse, the blackened curtain’s gift, the void, the hearse. 65 “A bodhisattva may unsnarl all, a physicist dash chalky Hindic scrawl, and yet, between these things we know are true, there breathes a deathly veil, a [[heightless wall.”|22s]]</div> <div style="float:right;width:40%"><img src="data/65 copia.jpg"></div>

<img src="data/58 copy.jpg"> (Oh, look. It's your incredibly adorable, badass authoress!) 66 And as each person one by one was speaking, I spilt the wine between their logics leaking, and made to tell them, “Brothers, sisters, look! I am the gap that all of you are seeking! 67 There is no curtain! Stop the play!” but then reality would start it up again, would keep her secret hidden till the end so that self-integration could begin. 68 It starts and closes with a dual relation, the thought, the consciousness that leaves creation, its fuel, this single differentiation and driver, but the ache for integration. 69 Up from the bottom swells a formless soul, who forms a vision of her final goal; blinded through birth, she’ll see the All with time and at the top trade vision for this whole. 70 And formlessness falls down the other side— outpouring verse, a made and unmade tide— as form supports the formless, gives it drive and formlessness in shifting form resides: 71 the pangs and bliss of all manifestation, the silence and the void of full cessation, the actors, and the audience, the one true act, participant [[observation.|23s]]

72 The liberal, the scientist, the priest, each one would have all other views deceased; and blinded to this little play deny they’re watching it at all, and be [[released.|part5s]]

<h3>//[[Part 5|24genders]]//</h3> (of 5) <img src="data/74 copia.jpg">

From here on out it makes no poetic [[difference.|24gender2s]]

But... last [[chance.|chance.24gender3s]]

Do you, my love, want to change your gender? [[Girl.|24gg]] [[Boy.|24gg]] [[Androgynous gender pirate|24gg]] [[Nope!|24gg]]

<h3>//[[Part 1|1gb]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Her little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, her sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, her endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of her, she dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within her bruised and battered [[whole.|2gb]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace her agèd web, her tattered text, condemn yourself to love her creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that she is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through her World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and hand in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can feel where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3gb]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet her sisters death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Goddess dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4gb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1gq]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Her little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, her sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, her endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of her, she dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within her bruised and battered [[whole.|2gq]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace her agèd web, her tattered text, condemn yourself to love her creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that she is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through her World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and hand in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can feel where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3gq]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet her sisters death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Goddess dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4gq]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5gg]]</ul></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5gg]]</ul></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1bg]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. His lofty lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, his sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, his endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of him, he dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within his bruised and battered [[whole.|2bg]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace his agèd web, and tattered text, condemn yourself to love his creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that he is you and ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through his World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and arm in arm some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey thus begun, led here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can judge where paths will lead, for all unite in [[subtle happiness.|3bg]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet his brothers death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 So God dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4bg]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5bb]]</ul></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1bq]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. His lofty lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, his sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, his endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of him, he dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within his bruised and battered [[whole.|2bq]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace his agèd web, and tattered text, condemn yourself to love his creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that he is you and ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through his World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and arm in arm some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey thus begun, led here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds can judge where paths will lead, for all unite in [[subtle happiness.|3bq]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet his brothers death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 So God dissolved to energy and mass and wisdom to a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4bq]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5bb]]</ul></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1qg]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Our little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, their sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, their endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of this, so dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within our bruised and battered [[whole.|2qg]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace this agèd web, this tattered text, condemn yourself to love all creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that This is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through this World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and dream in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds will know where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3qg]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet their siblings death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Then Goddess-God was energy and mass and wisdom was a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4qg]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5q]]</ul></div>

<h3>//[[Part 1|1qb]]//</h3> (of 5)

<div style="float: left; width: 50%;"> <ul> 1 Wake up, my love! The garden’s twinkling dome awaits the sun. Our little lamps have roamed. They kiss the bodhi leaves a final time, and drown within your eyes, my eyes, our home. 2 Here comes creation’s empty, boundless call, their sea of stars that formed, from nothing, all, who dreamt with endless suffering and bliss, so emptiness, their endless rise and fall. </ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 50%;"> <ul> <img src="data/2 copia.jpg"> 3 All parts of this, so dreamt with heart and soul, our human yens and atoms’ cosmic goals, be beaten by, embrace all suffering, and drown within our bruised and battered [[whole.|2qb]]</ul></div>

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> <ul>4 Embrace this agèd web, this tattered text, condemn yourself to love all creatures, lest your timeless, selfless self forget the fact that This is you yet ends in endless rest. 5 So journey through this World sans aim or end and sans yourself to find yourself again and dream in hand some twilight near the close embrace yourself, whom you now comprehend. 6 A single step, a journey so begun, leads here and there beneath a soaring sun, from sparkling dawn who whispers worlds awake, to dreamy dusk who claims them one by one. 7 Here selfish wandering is immanence. Transcend the self to virgin emptiness. Still, vagabonds will know where paths will lead, for all make love in [[subtle happiness.|3qb]]</ul></div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"> <img src="data/5 copia.jpg">

<div style="float: left; width: 60%;"> 8 Below nocturnal skies’ infinity this garden waste of doomed finality. Here freedom comes to meet their siblings death and consciousness and immortality. 9 The wisdom of the Self was maimed and tamed; imperfect knowledge cast a sage’s bane, which nourished gardens where bright logics bloomed that reached the moon and wrapped the Earth in chains. 10 Then Goddess-God was energy and mass and wisdom was a mountain sans a pass, where everlasting snows could call the sage while those of science lounged upon the grass. 11 So science put the sages in their place and sowed the seeds no legend could debase. And yet the profane garden still produced such suffering upon your starry [[face.|4qb]]</div> <div style="float: right; width: 40%;"><img src="data/10 copia.jpg"></div>

12 Here you and me and death, our amorous theme, conceive samsara as a formless dream, and make ourselves at once infinity entwined with death beneath a timeless [[gleam.|5q]]</ul></div>

This game was optimized for a full HD (1080p) display. If your monitor has a lower resolution, you might want to zoom out so that everything displays nicely (Command + minus sign on Mac. Control + minus sign on Windows.) Press the [[Blue Links|q1]] to [[continue.|q1]]

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DINNER FOR TWO
by
Joanne von Spanien