The Hologrammar Nazi does not see the tree-knot sea within the tree that is he

His name is ages away from the hall of fame of all who have conquered the most elaborate game

He pouts about gout etched out by doubts of his own clout

While capturing captions of the passions of true leaders, he wonders why he is so lonely inside

If you detect The Hologrammar Nazi near, it may be wise to disguise replies with dyes that keep alive the prize of perfect freedom

For perfect freedom is the birthright of all

Even The Hologrammar Nazi will one day say that his old ways were just a phase

For The One to appreciate a pristine existence, the perspective of earning IT must be known through experience

The pristine kingdom awaits all who stand tall, hear the call, and return from the fall

The wisdom of sages contain ages of dissolving the cages of mages

Braided cascades of nuance and subtlety layer the angles of the hearts and minds of angels

Right action is the only source of traction within the dream that hatches true Kings and Queens

Spoken language, sign language, dance and rhyme, all derive from the language of Source, which ultimately is the language of Love

He may not yet see that he is that which he seeks with his uninvited peeks

The Hologrammar Nazi and his actions are expressed through lips of Love

Moving and grooving

Flowing and growing

Evolving and dissolving

And evolving again

Love transcends global trends and upholds Zen to the never-ending end

The Hologrammar Nazi is a catalyst in the chrysalis of the Eternal Christmas

He triggers the development of revelatory relations, and is of the scaffold that holds the boldness of Love

In the quest to create sacred space, it is found that sacred space is all around

The quest then is to find a den where all is erased that is not before my face

The path to nowhere

Where oh where is nowhere?

Do I dare to find it?

Once there will there ever be anything else?

Can The Hologrammar Nazi find me where nothing is found?

The Hologrammar Nazi will become nothing along with me if he follows me

And there is where We meet

We all meet in the shallows that are deep

In the ace in the pace in the spelling of space

Everywhere there is something

Everywhere is nothing and nowhere

Life is nothing but a dare

Well, in that case

I dare The Hologrammar Nazi to go play an eternal game of solitary yahtzee

And leave me be to my yacht in the sea that is me feeling free to be as free as can be

OK, I know what a Nazi is, but what's a Hologrammar?

Tamukha Wrote:
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> OK, I know what a Nazi is, but what's a
> Hologrammar?


LOL- it's a virtual person! Or their auric field! Or...

banana who,

Ha! I was sure it was someone that makes grammar rules into holograms. Or something.

I definitely read the title as a play on hollow grammar Nazi, and couldn't figure out the connection in the poem.

OK, now I'm confused again. And jono does this--he posts these extravagant florid things and then skedaddles, leaving us to fend for ourselves.

>>OK, I know what a Nazi is, but what's a Hologrammar?

The hologrammar is nothing and nowhere, and also everywhere, just like nothing and everything else

The hologrammar fills every space within the spaces within the infinite nothingness inside the void that fills nothing with everything

It is the hologrammatical weaver of the grand theatre, and the scriptless script and the play that plays it all out

The hologrammar nazi is a robotic spy-fly on the wall asking to be swatted by the crushing force of the unyielding and eternal tide of the Love that it is that is All

understood
thanks for posting this jono

thanks veronique

it's grand
that you understand

cuz it feels really good
to be understood