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.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)