What if the time was not linear
Nor cyclical
Nor dialectical
But shaped like a rose
composed of delicate tender tapestries
spiraling between center and far away
consisting of arduously woven passion
enfolding the seed of life
flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
reaching out to the world
as life's most resplendent embodiment
and its link to the times to come?

what if the time was a rose
made of einsteinian frames
all petals of rose
a cool fragrant tapestry quilted of finest silk
exquisite
delicate
soft
flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
through multidimensional craftsmanship
bringing the substance of life
into myriad twists and turns
and caressing the wind
as she nourishes the embodied center
and becomes the embodiment of the sublime
spiraling between the immediate and the eternal?

In the interconnectivity
In the interrelativity
In the intersubjectivity
In the interrationality
In the interemotionality
In the interspirituality

the petal of rose will expound
nourishing
flourishing
burnishing all with fragrance and inspiration
seeking the good of the next and the good of the seed
and the good of the whole
and her greatest excellence
and the universe will bloom through her
spiraling from the center and into the air
and between the seed and the frame
with invisible filaments
to weave the infinite through the incorporeal
and alight and aliven them both in sublimity
making the past and the future the present
and two poles a continuity
that the souls move back and forward through time
at the speed of infinity
on the petal of rose
and in her are made eternal and incorporeal
where timeless and time attain one another
through invisible filaments
and become life transcendent
as she maps

her infinite tenderness
and her arduous excellence
and her ethereal delicacy
in every time-shattering moment
of timed eternity
that is her essence and inspiration

upon the valves
of
my
heart.

On Aug 14, 2023, Ilya Shambat wrote
(in article<9726ff37-cb7d-4c32-8637-cdbee1801a01n@googlegroups.com>):

> What if the time was not linear
> Nor cyclical
> Nor dialectical
> But shaped like a rose
> composed of delicate tender tapestries
> spiraling between center and far away
> consisting of arduously woven passion
> enfolding the seed of life
> flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
> reaching out to the world
> as life's most resplendent embodiment
> and its link to the times to come?
>
> what if the time was a rose
> made of einsteinian frames
> all petals of rose
> a cool fragrant tapestry quilted of finest silk
> exquisite
> delicate
> soft
> flush with tenderness and blushing with beauty
> through multidimensional craftsmanship
> bringing the substance of life
> into myriad twists and turns
> and caressing the wind
> as she nourishes the embodied center
> and becomes the embodiment of the sublime
> spiraling between the immediate and the eternal?
>
> In the interconnectivity
> In the interrelativity
> In the intersubjectivity
> In the interrationality
> In the interemotionality
> In the interspirituality
>
> the petal of rose will expound
> nourishing
> flourishing
> burnishing all with fragrance and inspiration
> seeking the good of the next and the good of the seed
> and the good of the whole
> and her greatest excellence
> and the universe will bloom through her
> spiraling from the center and into the air
> and between the seed and the frame
> with invisible filaments
> to weave the infinite through the incorporeal
> and alight and aliven them both in sublimity
> making the past and the future the present
> and two poles a continuity
> that the souls move back and forward through time
> at the speed of infinity
> on the petal of rose
> and in her are made eternal and incorporeal
> where timeless and time attain one another
> through invisible filaments
> and become life transcendent
> as she maps
>
> her infinite tenderness
> and her arduous excellence
> and her ethereal delicacy
> in every time-shattering moment
> of timed eternity
> that is her essence and inspiration
>
> upon the valves
> of
> my
> heart.

From https://www.nfld.com//~dalton/poemfrag.html :

14. (from September 1994 high)

Math's dictionary [Math is in Welsh tradition the little bear in the sky
---------------- or a great druid, mentor of Gwydion]
lemniscate time
liscuute space [replace with lituus space?]
lisajous with us [actually spelled lissajous]

Anyway, lemniscate is like the petals of a rose.

--
https://www.nfld.com/~dalton/dtales.html Salmon on the Thorns (mystic page)
"This could be the final breath; This is life and death;
This is hard rock and water; Out here between wind and flame;
Between tears and elation; Lies a secret nation" (Ron Hynes)