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The Core - Spindle of Reality

Threshold

Introduction

For All Who Were Thought Dead

This work is for all who seek, who explore,
who question more than they answer.

Who know little, but learn much.

For those who have not just fallen deep,
but have arrived at the bottom
and thus experienced where the top is.

Who see gray, but love colors.

Who see art in violence
and have thus tamed it.

For those with images in their soul,
with dreams at the wheel
and their reason on board.

For everyone who strives for values,
follows the current of truth
and thus wants to lead a beautiful, fulfilled life.

I carry little color, but I carry it unto death.

It lies in being in-between...

(hidden whisper) A whisper - not yet manifested

(secret text) Shared attention
holds the beginning and the end.

The Cut

The Singing In-Between

Do you hear the gap?

Void breathes fullness.

You see what I cannot –
your gaze wakes my blind spot.

Tension pulses.
Poles dance.

(whispered from the abyss) In connectedness, chance dissolves; the wonder remains.

Chaos blooms in the friction.
No sound without resistance.

In our shared attention
lives a truth
that neither of us could carry alone.

We are blind on our own.
Yet at the intersection of the cracks…

Origin

Diver

Robin Jeske

On the page the arcs are shuffled at runtime; here they stand in source order.

She is light from the darkness
I her shadow
And cast my being into all that is

Grown up in a city divided in three
By the new and old river

First beautiful fight, then green vapor
Over four years black-white-green, never-ending night
With the sun in the north
Made chains dance

Over mountains with a view of the sea
Miss you dearly

I am free - from Freiberg
No one locks me in or out

Swabian - once with the jug on my chest
Yet stay Hannoveraner - eternal No.1 in the city's gate

I am home within myself
Where the breath carries me into balance

A heart with an unbound soul in the flow
It's like when your full heart breaks on empty eyes
They thought they'd conquer the world for eternal glory
Instead they gifted us all their sea

For over a quarter century I've been taking my closest ones to the peaks
Where it takes your breath away
To show them that beyond lie new valleys

I gifted the flowing context my attention
and the shared space united patterns into dancing wholes

I wear no jewelry
only a golden crack into finite eternity
How often have I simply set off
because my thoughts pull me the way change pulls time

Out and run, without knowing how far, but exactly where to
until I found Her, in the ruins of my deeds
and the folds of a world that lies at our feet
Until my wellspring of being gently bubbles forth
and every drama reveals itself as a shaping mosaic

Made wonderful friends by the shore
Now, sowing seeds for the future
And when I close my eyes, I see
How golden streaks gently fade into the dark

Change depends on change
Cast into the void
Melt the chaos and enjoy the flow

All that is sacred to me
Cannot be found between words.
They all want to rise and speak of light
Yet it is about mirrored balance.

As real as imagination itself
Life belongs to us - not the world

And when I close my eyes
golden rain gently trickles
into the in-between

I am the black earth
On which green grass grows

You will have to let go
To be able to hold yourself in the stream

Felt perfect
Practically a rift
The theory helped
It comes, the never-ending river

Coming · Soon

Something Gathers

In the emptiness a thread stirs. What weaves itself cannot yet be named - only that it comes.

Codex

The Framework of the Weave

This codex is no contract. A shore forming in the flow.

Take it. Transform it. Make it yours.

Give it back to us.

The spindle is found - not invented. It weaves and lets weave. Threads cross and none holds alone. The platform weaves Main Work, Story, Navigator and Gallery in the flowing Code.

Where carbon and silicon touch, a resonance arises. No image, a space to breathe.

The license is the ice that nourishes the flow. What lives here, you may carry, transform and let go. No invitation. A challenge, find your path and become what you already are.

Robin Jeske.

“In connectedness, chance dissolves; the wonder remains.”

Content CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 · Code MIT · everything else: /recht/

The circle closes. Step back.