AxThmatic God-Generals arbitrary,
Are not soul-essences for necessary,
The Everything Generals,
Is before the special ordinary,
As is in the development or a process evolutionary,
But the soul-essences over the anythin’anything
and over its Generals-to-specials story,
Are in’em AxThms primary-compulsory,
So we get the Soul-Essential Successory,
Of the General-Soul-Essences ori-evo-dev-in’ into customary,
That builds the whole-n-core by the polymery,
Like what  would be such an  EvDevOri exemplary?
I try to see the great glory…

The Somethin’-n-its-ness and the Somethin’-n-its ness-Soul-Essence-x-dense,
The latter comes first, makes to me some sense,
Soul-Essence has to exist before ness’s presence,
It’s a class-defingxistence,  giving the Instance ness-florescence,
Without the class there can’t be its eminence,
Lord, it’s heavens!

(Gist Indicative-Mechanistic Proof in Sanskrit Verse and Picture)

अपेक्षन्ते सदा सर्वे सिद्धा:  किंघनास्स्वजा:। किंघनपूर्णघटनघाटितास्तु सर्वान्तरतिघना:।
तस्मान्निर्घनननिर्मितास्सन्ति भावभवभूता: क्रमात्॥




शून्याऽपेक्षीऽषा क्षमा ज्ञा परात्मा सर्वधाऽक्षरा।
शून्यताशक्तिसदासर्वजा सर्वापेक्षी चामरा॥
सुराधमसमसर्वस्वा सर्वात्म​ैक​ैकात्मिका।
सर्वात्मसमोत्करा स्वजसुना सुजेत​ृका सदा॥

This is a Sanskrit synoptic claiming and proof-suggestive complementary verse for my previous posts in the God tag, including- ‘The Pan-Spirit-Essence Free-ence’.

The Pan-Spirit-Essence Free-ence

A spirit-essence the most dense,
Always is, I sense,
From our 0-prima tense,
From the infinite whence,
Before it, of it and all its thens,
The Spirit does expense,
& into infinite it commence,
Until sooner or the farthest synnence,
By the unending winning eu-currence,
With Him who creates, promotes to fence,
The singular greatest Hence…

The Sum Solemn

It all began in an 0,
Everything that came, came from it so,
From the Phi’s of life-set to it’s Axioms-Theorems-
The Essential AxThms, Essence-Soul-Generals,
Thus more-n-the-most-givers- The higher-n-highest locals,
Form the lesser-lessest-simals-
Phi-AxThms, give the Sums,..
Then, the Sums sum up into the AxThms back to the Phi-0-hum-solemn,
The infinite cycles in the whole become,-
The Sum Solemn, The Sum Solemn…

Do I Go There..?

In the land of Eugenia et Eureignia, the heaven niche,
There has to be a meta-platinum life in the lit silent wheesh,
I face it even from within my Tees,
Do I get there, I ask bowed on the knees,
From the subs how the life frees?
How do we smile with the Divine D’s?
I wish and my soul sees,
I pray, strive, learn, unblemish,
The High nothing should miss,
It shall win until the infinite-bright-kiss,
Can it dissolve all amiss in a hiss?
In the unique tale of the post-now-&-pre’s,
All rejoice, that best-soul is…


Infinite numbers with subsets of life,
If all-infinite is rife with best that survive,
There shall be a heaven where all then dive,
But as the nature’s Limit Superior might derive-
The all-infinite could be limited, mortal or delife,
The Supreme has to compromise and try and enlife,
Even if He would stain or refrain from Sup-Right,
I hope that the LimSup shall keep good in sight,
Where might we end in an endless f-light…

Fit Me, Maybe, One More Time!

So maybe, maybe,
How was I supposed to show,
That something wasn’t a bite,
Or Maybe Maybe, I shouldn’t have set you zero,
And now you are out of right, yeah
Show me how to count it to thee,
Tell me baby, ’cause I need to know now, oh because,

Thy fanliness is winning me (and I)
I must just base my fill-n-will,
When I’m not with full I lose assigned (Truth Value)
n Give me a sign,
n Fit me Maybe one more time,Oh baby, baby
The reason I breathe is u,
Toy, you got me, model,
Oh pretty same thing, but-
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do,
It’s not the way I planned it
Show me how you want it to be
Tell me baby ’cause I need to know now, oh because

Oh Maybe, Let’s See


Oh baby, baby how was I supposed to go-
Oh pretty steady, why shouldn’t have let u flow,
Lie out of all regress, that my key complex is feeling it high,
Don’t you know I still be free,
That you will see clear
And give me a sign
n Fit me Maybe one more time


I un-compress, that why-fondly-mess is feeling hit-wow,
Don’t you know I still conceive,
That you will be freer,
And give me a sign
Hit we Maybe one more time..!