Transformation: how transformation, this translation and terraforming of flesh – the flash of flesh and flesh of flame, furnacing a fiery flamenco, and the chord change conjures transformation. How transformation: I dream about John Coltrane. I pick up the soprano saxophone and struggle through My Favorite Things. Coltrane always struggled and strived for that sound – never home until he was home, and I am not yet home. Transformation thrashes and theshes the testing, reoccurring desert and wilderness / wandering and exodus. I exalt my exodus, Mount Sinai and Mount Horeb superimposed in the harness testament and testimony, terror Taryn in two witnesses, and I worship at the wheel of Word. I work Word transformation cycling changes, coming and to come, the push power of Parousia. I wheel the Word worshipping at the sacred wells, each a deposit of faith of Abraham and Isaac, relatives in repetition.
Transformation finds unity in fragments: the fragrance of fragments and the fragments fatten to full flesh: incarnation. Kenosis and incarnation, kenosis in incarnation, kenosis made full through incarnation. Incarnation transforms me.
I suffer through fragments and shattering, shattering upon stone and serpent, snake and savior. Unify me, Yahweh! Gather up my fragments and broken pieces / break bread and multiply for thousands. The Word wheels around rock and rose, the recurring desert blooms and drought but delight sprouts through my spouse, joined to the Godhead.