On the second day of Peneenan and Delia's wedding, they both did not know what to give each other, at the time. And so they decided to meet for the day, and to spend time together, regardless of not yet knowing what they would do. Once they had met together, they decided, to alone, go on a walk in the forest.

Peneenan began to say, "At first, before man walked this way and that way upon the earth, there was life. This life dwelt by itself, and was without the promise of tomorrow, if that promise ever existed. This life was full of knowledge, and yet no one knew it. It did great things. Things which were never told by mouth, nor written down, even though their grandeur was awesome.

"Over and over, awesome things came about, just as the faithfulness of the ocean's waves. Yet still nobody but the life knew it. Many preparations were made, but still the life consumed itself just before it would externally bear witness to anything. And when this occurred, even greater preparations were made, but to the same effect. This continued to happen until at one point, the life forgot, so to speak, to consume itself. It sprang forth, beyond the abundance that it even already had. Then it happened that man began to record the life.

However, man could neither consume himself, to make greater preparations, nor fully forget the time when the life was not known, and thus He had to strive against futility." Delia added, "But man was able to create, and then life was still in the timing of waves, as it first was."

Peneenan then said, "Yes, that happened, but which is greater? The time before man knew the life, or after?" He continued, "The life had a certain quality that is known only as holiness, when it dwelt by itself before man knew it. This quality is only best identified, defined, and known as being 'peculiar.' The whole entire aspect of holiness also brings in the existence, or known existence, of good Gnosticism. Many have their own definition for holiness, but most of them just attribute the quality of holiness as to being the effect and direction of following rules. But true holiness is actually found in a creature being unique, just as God is, and was before man ever existed. This is what man should strive for, in seeking holiness. And the two best ways of doing so, is with sincerity and the knowledge of predestination.”

They both came to a point on the top of the mountain they were on, and overlooked the ocean’s inlet, below where they stood. They sat down there, with their arm’s around each other, and with their heads rubbed against each other. For a long while they just comprehended the beauty that was before them, and all around them. Little wild flowers grew in patches under their feet, and the green foliage came up from the ground, sheltering the forest’s floor. Ferns of green and even red were lined around every edge of the greenery, almost as if they were reaching out with their ears and eyes to behold any travelers who might come. Peneenan and Delia both began to speak in poetic voices to each other, divining words to the manifestation of God, nature, and each other, and this is the recording of it, as they wrote it down:

“My words bleed out of me
they resuscitate
as the darkness over the deep
it takes this remembering
the quotation of reality
where light is so bright
that it takes a shadow to see

But when I find myself free
I notice that darkness is just a color
within the white light
and white contains all colors
so when I recollect my thoughts
digression has no variance or turning
because this moment is wrapped in eternity

The back side of God
is the purest white light
it’s the dark called good
the blackness that is merely a contrasting catalyst
that overcomes the calling

So darkness is my secret place
it is my thought forming
and being chosen
as a predestined memory
sealing the call
which reached out
showing me how to have fore-thoughts
the very things that make me unique

I always internally cry
even when I’m happy
as the cry is for joy
and this is my reason
for gripping the existence of nothingness
my own past
and it’s journey

My secret is food which finishes
saying that it is myself that I eat
along with His body of corruption
which was marked on the tree

My musings
and that lettering
is in contrasting colors and images of testimony

My everlasting drink
comes from being love
as it is also the brightest form of white

We can’t fully digest it at first
until we are reborn
possessing the oneness of it’s delight

He gave us a body of fire
so that we could walk
like a baby
we rock
We’re to and fro
not back and forth
We’re run through
with our own timber
our body’s two witnesses
are pain and joy
but we enter in
as a trinity
burning in one whole fire

We realize the door
we make it over the irregular-
over the heart-
chakras are damage
as a continual flow

We redefine
what we don’t know
and then we set a post

The light came down
and became our own-
everything we are
before we know the life-

Now we become our future
what’s left in the present by the eternal-
then all together in the now,
we sow

Escape the laughing moon in setting
and direct the decadent nature
of creation
made to be fully living soon

Our love is in words
though we also sit silent

Our time is in love
though we also last forever

Our deepest part
goes beyond ones and twos
and we can hear the light
It’s like a person’s presence in a room

Our feeling is as our sight
smelling behind our eyes

We capture and release
our thoughts makeup our rooms and their space

We’re captivated by their flight
We’re to and fro
between action and rest

We act subconsciously
acting without sweating
when we consciously divide and direct
as we rest consciously
and sweetly confess the past as ours

Our conscience was our threshing floor
and our realization is the future
a flowing satisfaction divine

Dwell softly
in the middle of the reeds
go slowly
when you investigate your needs

Rise intently
as you flow with the steed

We learn congruently
making the line quickly read

We are so alone
we write contently
and yet we doubly breathe

We hate ourselves so much
we’re already dead
and we don’t bleed

Our heart pumps
and we feel our veins
our bones break open
and our skin begins to freeze

Sprinkling our tongue
we lift up our head

Thank God we are alive
and that we can smell
and sense all things

Then they said to each other, “Open me up, and spill my veins
relate softly
and take the grade

Silhouettes embrace the unknown
they never leave you alone

You can invite them in
and they will include you in.”

And finally they spoke again saying, “At the horns of the unicorn
understanding begins
below the waters
which are in His fists

Out of rest
love comes and exists
favor is dense and nourishing as mist
and so strength and power are majestic.”