the paths, the gate and the architect

"....and I arrived at the gate.
The name on the gate was "Moment";
from there two very different paths
stretched for an eternity....."
--d.jolicoeur paraphrasing f.nietzsche

"...thus spoke jolicoeur-ustra..."

my friend paraphrased Nietche for me
till my thoughts become clear about the Gate,
the Paths and the Eternal Architect.

...so then behold these paths if you would,
and if you would let them lead us on,
as a well-wrought gently curving stair might,
they would lead us toward abysmal void
or toward the purest source of light;

but do not follow or be led by sight,
these paths, therein the truest knowledge of all,
are not to walk, but to be known as signs---
for what can architecture signify
but that an architect existed, right?

you must see the paths without eyes
to know them truly---to know them, not sense surmise.
and if you would know the architect,
as you would know his architecture,
you must signify need for one to rise;

annihilate the paths---let end touch end,
REND! the architect will soon return to mend.
if there is a gate so inscribed "moment"

it is this eternity that we call
the event an architect conceives all,
it is an eternal moment of rise and fall.

(and thus spoke ortiz)

i Revealed November 2009

I Waged a War of Words
that became a War of Worlds
that became a War
that became
and then Just Was.

I Saged a love by Words
that became the love of Worlds
that became a love
that became
and then

I Aged a World of love
that became a love Wild
that became a love
that became
a child

I Raged a World of Numbers
that became a World of letters
that became a World
that became
a Song

I Maged a Word of mind
that became a Body of thine
that became a World
that became
Just in time

i gauged a light of source
that became a fateful choice
that became a fate
that became
Rejoice!

I caged a Week of Days
that became a Week of years
that became a Week
that became
God Song tears

i Aged eternal and slept awhile
i awoke to the music echo
in the cave of craze
in the cave
i sang

i forgot the words were mine
i forgot ever thine
i forgot to pay
i forgot and now
i pray

i raised a world of ghost
i chased a world of dream
i cased the world of seam
i lazed an empty beam
i heart host

lo! now do i hear the rifle call
echoing my names---how
the memory falls---how
we lose it all, somehow,
we lose it all---and how
we find it all again

we find each other, we lose each other;
we shall find each other again.
husband and wife,
brother and sister,
friend out of friend---
the river flies out,
and we loop around the bend