Royal Ground

“why this way?” — “so you cannot find the way back or be forced to tell others the way”

arisbe, a guess at the riddle
The Sphinx
4 min readApr 20, 2024

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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.” — William Blake (1790). The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

rhythm and vibes (loop):

Royal Ground

ground to ground
entangled to crown
side by side
inverted somehow

ringing sound
noise calm down
this time round
different now

firmament known
fundament shown
the manifesting
governing ring

heart beat life
Oxygen wine
conduct time
push-pull climb

vascular vine
the cell desires
begging for a
fire provider

bronchial sons
lineage lungs
just become
what you must

cardiac clock
heart of heart
pulse the tone
pacing the throne

blood of the stone
philosopher old
red of the dead
bound we to bone

organelle loan
vestigial mother
living inside
walls of another

cellular soul
currency whole
passing along
a cycle of toll

chain membrane
redox gain
energy sold
entropy fold

sway of the green
Carbon queen
wind gift trade
ground cascade

molecule bond
aura in owe
chemical wed
freedom led

we are thrown
worldview grown
oblige blind sewn
never to know

kingdom postponed
soul cyclone’d
corrupted to grow
on top of one’s own

yet deep below
zeropoint node
counterspace glow
ground of soul

Pandora bring
disaster spring
aperture door
our wisdom war

wind wake us
by bitter cold gust
purify dust
fear leave us

courage calm’d stone
mortality known
dove inflow
the love of hope

old profane
I gift this cane
the third life lived
of the comprehensive

the sacred ground
of the all around
is the Thou in now
perspective bow

tyrant cry kid
and hive heart thing;
an innocence id
& his artifice sim

nothing in sight
to teach him Right
resentment prone
and all alone

a quiet sound
still rings out
what you doubt
but can’t speak now

feeling’s reason
icon of “being”
and it’s sacrifice
to create meaning

incarnate born king
of discarnate ring
the labyrinth loud
grounded in crown

ground above
ground below
fall on the ground
as the walls fall down

ground restart
by ur blood heart
the soul of soul
and their place trade flow

imploding the tone
part-whole in whole
the death life stroll
come to life lo!

a sacrificing
trilogy ring
return of king soul
orthogonal go!

sign of the Sun
interpretation
reproduce us
and reconstruct

the kingdom ground
upon a royal mound
of his natural vow
to Divine ground bow

prayer wheels turn
signs turn signs
the hand of God
runs down their line

fisherman’s labor
meaning’s maker
whirling worlds
through the vapor

our swerve of error
will spiral forever
approximate orb
bound we to lord

the song of song
right and wrong
dream and wander
is an honor

“Dare to be honest and fear no labour.”

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arisbe, a guess at the riddle
The Sphinx

Dilettante—Math, Peirce, Anomaly, Emergence, Poetry. — “𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕒 𝕣𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕟 || 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟’𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣”