In motion with Infinite Symmetry
Stretching under the Trinitarian nudge
An exquisite replica of the Exquisite Designer
Mesmerizing centered magic
Edges of mystery
Dancing to a Trinitarian rhythm
Sustaining image of created variety
Room in the Trinitarian Matrix
Deep devotion
Pathway to light
Poem: Lisa D Barnes
Photo: http://spiral.gallery.sytes.org/
Ascent
Pathway to light
Circling upward,
Conduit to clarity
Where dimness
Is brightened
Circling upward,
Corridor to center
Where shadows
Are illuminated
Circling upward,
Conveyor of colors
Where truth
Is highlighted
Pathway to light
Ascent
Poem: Lisa D Barnes
Photo:http://spiral.gallery.sytes.org/
Something I’ve noticed about helixes is that they can be wide, open, and spacious; or they can be narrow, tight, and close; or they can be at some point in between. There is loveliness in all. Whether open or closed or somewhere in between, all attract my attention and invite reflection.
My present state of being tends toward the narrow and close type of helixes. But I find in this pulled-in place a kind of quiet introspection and a sort of tight reflection taking place. It is a turning inward like a right-handed helix. It is a closing in on oneself in order to nurture and refresh the soul. This is my introverted way of being.
Other times, my extroverted self spins outward. I come out from inside like a left-handed helix. I am wide and open. There is noise and chatter. It is a stretched-out place where I find a kind of loud and loose reflection. It is a turning outward to express the soul and to participate with others in this soul sharing. It is a generous giving and receiving place.
In the Trinitarian Matrix, there is space for my close helical being and for my open helical being and for all my helical points in between. Whatever helical shape I find myself showing, there is room for it in the Matrix of the Trinity.
Photo: http://spiral.gallery.sytes.org/
Today’s word for my helical thoughts is variety. As I have been looking at different kinds of helices, I am amazed at the infinite number of ways the helix is represented. Those that are man-made consist of wood, metal, concrete, rods, plastic, paper, fibers, paint, ad infinitum. Then, there are those in nature—in twigs, in tendrils, in flowers, in seeds, in hair, in DNA, ad infinitum. 
Dynamic describes the helix. Its very stillness moves. It is an invitation to explore, to discover, to be entranced. It is a dance of lines and curves and parts and pieces. My helical desire moves me. My helical stillness invites me. I turn. I twirl to the rhythms of the helical dance.
My movements invite me to explore and discover the Trinitarian Matrix. The helical music captures me and carries me away, into the Three. Together we sway and swirl in the motion of the Matrix. The Trinitarian Song keeps time and measures the dance, the helical dance in the Trinitarian Matrix.
Photo: http://spiral.gallery.sytes.org/
At this moment, I am thinking about edges and boundaries. Edges and boundaries exist in the helix. They describe the helix. They make the helix. They beautify the helix. Without them, the helix would not be.
So too, my helical edges and boundaries describe me, make me, and beautify me. When I am bold enough to peer over my edges, I get sight of what lies at the center. I get a glimpse of the God who is present within me. I begin to see that my soul and my God are complex. Not easily described. Mysterious persons of wordless imagination and beauty.
These same edges establish my boundaries. They hold me in place and prevent me from drifting too far over my edges. They permit me to see what beauty there is in the lower regions. And they allow me to descend slowly into those places. And the mystery of the Trinitarian Matrix is maintained.
My fascination with the helix is increasing. Its magic mesmerizes. It summons me to the center—to my centered place. And although it is a spacious place and one of free movement, my helical center bids me to focus.
It draws my inner eye to see the minute and particular details of my soul. It invites me to walk forward into that focused center, to explore the depths of my helical self, and to discover what makes me a helix in the Trinitarian Matrix.
Today’s helical thought spirals into beauty. The helix is absolutely exquisite. It is excellent. It is pleasing. It is altogether lovely. I can think of nothing other than superb design.
I am that helix, superbly designed: a small helix in the helicoidal matrix of the Trinity. I am a small reflection of the Beautiful One, a petite detail of the Exquisite One, a minor swirl of the Excellent One, a diminutive piece of the Pleasing One, a wee wisp of The Lovely.
Such Excellence honors me. I am a helical replica in the Trinitarian Matrix of Helices. Exquisite Loveliness intertwines us. The Designer beautifies the designee.
Stretching comes to mind today. A flexible helix stretches to infinity with the proper configuration. As a helix in the Trinitarian Matrix, there are moments of stretching, of pulling, of rearranging my shape. These stretching moments reveal the stuff of which I am made.
How flexible am I? How far can I be stretched before my rigidity cracks my composition?
Sometimes, I prefer all of my edges to be settled comfortably in a pile. But a pile of edges is stationary. I need the Trinitarian nudge that stretches my edges, rearranges my configuration, and moves me forward into a new place. There my edges can wait for the next matrical-stretching moment.
