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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

YangyYolks with YinYin-Whites

Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising binomial yolk form
with white-transparent regenerative function,
and cosmology, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, or a sitting duck.

So you say. 
I guess these eggs are merely metaphysical.

You might best remove "merely" from "metaphysical"
lest you perpetuate an oxymoron.
Metasystemic physics,
like life, 
at their best, and most permanently encultured, 
have room for religion and spirituality, 
as well as economic science and eco-logical nature.

OK, but I'm not absorbing this metaphysics
of a co-arising incubator,
or an egg,
or whatever.

Eggs are temporary organic incubators.
Therefore, comparatively Closed-Set,
double-boundary individuated.
Only their exterior shells 
remain actively interdependent with their environ-mental 
risk and opportunity.
This double-boundary formating eco-centric development
responds to thermodynamic balance
at both yolk-cellular
and transparent organic/holistic fuel,
compost levels
of 4-RNAchannel co-operatively balancing synergetic organization.
Eggs are sensitive to co-gravitational pressure
and have bilaterally limited tolerance levels for speed of climatic change,
which interact with their relative temperatures,
temporal sense of heat and cold,
breathing in and out,
slower warm and faster cold.

Maybe I am lost in the forest of your analogizing
but sounds more like you are co-arising
well-composted ego in these eggs.
And, this shell sounds like a scientific paradigm,
with some seriously revolutionary boundary issues,
mutually incompatibility building up a defensive perimeter, 
anti-inductive while pro-deductive
of in-formation dissonance
protecting internal design process,
even language and enculturation,
secluding indigenous specialists to research within,
Still not seeing the Tao in this egg, 
or ego,
or co-arising incubator,
or whatever whenever 
and cultivates 
new life.

If Yang is the power of yolked formation,
while Yin is bilateral flow and function
of ecologically positive octave-frequency nutrients,
regeneratively composting embryonic fractal forms
of RNA-rooted teleological function,
then which is this full-colored economic health-yolk
and which is this transparent ecological webbish white,
and is it healthier if they tango gracefully,
or tangle bad karmically?

OK, yes, now I see the taoist, well-timed, egg. This begins to feel like egg-cooking class for a vegan. Now what?

An embryo is a "budh", 
if you are a conscientific Buddha-brain
co-arising embryo,
and a "bud"
in English.
If you imagine your Left brain ego-identification
as your egg's DNA's yolk-center
being fed most eco-nutritiously 
by your RNA-inclusive 
SuperEco Right-Only Bilateral
TransParenting cultural fuel-power 
of yin bilateral light squared = c-squared 
= e-squared Wisdom,
that might be how a post-millennial eco-scientist
would incubate,
and research, 
and nondually bicamerate incarnation,
comprehensively con-scientific 
polyculturally co-operative 
co-arising consciousness
as co-regenerative enlightenment.

So, we are all economic scientists balancing ego-logical 
as eco-normative systems.  
Homo Bicameral Sapiens as EcoNomists.

But, because Yang (+) ego/eco-bodies
are dipolar incarnations 
of Yin's transparently co-arising eco-soul intention,
Yin is Yang equivalent only as squared,
or double-negatived,
or double-bound,
or double-identified,
or both-and
as well as either-or,
or dipolarly frac-taled,
like RNA strings of regenerating in-metaphysic-formation,
coincidentally co-arising
balancing eco-binomial 
[prime root of "polynomial"] 
Right intuitive fractal-octave frequency harmonic
in RNA's spacetime natural co-arising systemic consciousness.

Wow, dude, that's some really esoteric shit you've been smoking!
Left-yolks just bangin' gracefully away
with Right
ransParently flowing evolutionary information
of eco-conscientific revolutions.

but sticking with generic embryonic Left-brain beginnings,
embryonics, genetics, metaphysics,
a bicameral Taoist ego language developer
might re-paradigm "esoteric" as "eco-terra"--
Earth's ecological syntax-normative
autonomic intelligence,
as ubiquitously displayed
in fractal-root tree structures
of healthy temporal-spatial cellular development,
emerging from aptic-universally transparent
perma-cultural awareness
appreciation of a more aptic-thru-synaptically inclusive
bicameral Right-unitarian with Left-universalist eco-consciousness.

Now you're saying we are a species of anonymous Buddhists,
and also Unitarian Universalists?
You know,
that "anonymous Christian" conjecture
by Hans Kung
really didn't get great reviews
from many multi-religious exegetes.

but Christianity is a theistically framed view
of our shared eco-consciousness,
our Original Story,
while UUs,
and Buddhists
emerge naturally bilateral co-arising principles of shared consciousness
as self-proclaiming exegetical teleology
incarnating systematic theology;
an ecologic of Fuller's Universal Intelligence,
Yang-Form with Yin-Function, nondually unitarian,
assumes co-gravitational balance as transparent purpose
toward discerning ego-satisfactory meaning (and "meme"ing),
for "Universe",
"Earth", and all DNA/RNA encrypted Earth Tribes
sharing a cooperative vocation
to balance our co-gravitational solidarity
with our thermodynamic eco-DNA/RNA harmonic default preference
for Win-Win mutual Yolk and White subsidiarity,
reverse-hierarchical governance eco-norms,
electromagnetic with elder webbed transparent nutrients
co-mentoring infant yolk.

I think more rainbowed folks
will like these yolks
but I'm not so sure our whites
will appreciate such co-arising/co-falling transparency.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

EcoCitizens CoArise

EcoMinisters of Earth Rights

EcoLogicians of sustainable tribal might

EcoLegislators of bicameral balancing disposition

What is our highest and best Commons Sense
of currently elected policy-choosers?
Where are our optimal outcomes of Commons Sense?
What does this vast emptiness of positive results
suggest about the Commons Sense
of our electorate?

If we consistently choose the best of partisan nominees,
what does this tell us about the Commons Sense
of our political parties' diversity checks
and inclusive balances?

Do we already share a collective Commons Sense
of what and which and wherefore
our family and friends and neighbors would love to support
before, during, and after voting day?

Who does this Common Commons Sense,
commonly held?
And is Conscious Conscienced Sense
always the denizen only of the richly wise,
and therefore unCommon?
and seldom heard 
outside local communications
of mutually subsidiary solidarity
and positively cooperative eco-normics?

Unraveling of superpolitical ego- and anthro-centrism
develops health
by reweaving positive environmental (eco)relationships.

EcoCitizen Primal Relationships
nondually co-arise
without ectosymbiotic revolution
and with endosymbiotic evolution
as does bicameral ecotherapeutic resonance
steer toward Interior/Exterior Health Optimization.

EcoCitizens with fully balanced bicameral consciousness
commonly sense dipolar force of cognitive dissonance
further articulation of bicamerally co-arising consciousness.

Release of nationalistic
and individualistic ego-anthro-centrism,
transitions toward eco-centrism.
Although not a once-then-done co-redemption;
eco-residency is a lifelong pilgrimage
and privilege
unique to human nature's DNA-evolving

Eco-Partisans explore a difference
between BusinessAsUsual's competitive economic "growth" agenda,
and a more cooperative permaculturist's "development" logistics
and regenerative political relationships as developmental process,
and economics.

Permacultural EcoLogists comprehend growth
both endo- and ecto-symbiotically,
both within and without growth,
mutually sustainable bilateral healthy development
follows slow multigenerational regenerative growth
as Win-Win optimization trends
in organic, and gaming, and information systems' 
Group ReGenesis Theory,
steered by TippingPoint QBit-co-arising rudders
of Left/Right
as Yang/YinYin
Zero-Balanced Timeless Universe.

Wise pubic and private sector leaders
might join religious/spiritual seers
to recognize
we do not need money
to meet more and more of our overly commodified needs;
but we do need more co-operative eco-logic
to meet all our less commodified
global and local communication
and Beloved CommonSense Community needs.

Gross domestic product
is the total of both cooperatively and competitively produced
goods and services
each family and ecosystem and nation produces,
and most cooperatively produced goods
and services
and information
and grace
and karma
derive from a permacultural prime-original relationship
between Earth and Human Nature's bilateral syntax,
cooperative good-will,
kindness to and with other mutually confluent beings
and systems
and services
and information
and grace
and karma;
transactional relationships of CommonSense;
less commodified with dollars and cents.

These self-other optimizing exchanges
of eco-normic developmental value,
like love and integrity,
beauty and wisdom,
kindness with just-right contentiousness
when national and individual egos develop out of balance,
these are the economic transactions
sustainably waiting for political and familial eco-consciousness,
for developing healthier and wealthier life.

Wealthiest survivors of competitive Win-Lose
regenerative sub-optimization strategies
become calcified arteries,
no longer able to stretch toward polycultural diversity,
around the heart of our financial flow system.
Stagnant capital tends to plug up bilateral flow,
tends to stick,
and accumulate ever more fatty tissue,
as bicameral heart failure pursues
its hardening of life's natural/functional systemic
blood, fuel, energy, hope, 
faith in any future.

EcoCitizens CoArise
within political parties
and beloved faith community developers
(is there a difference?)
(should there be such a difference?)
If your goal is to develop
the most inclusively diverse policies,
plans for living optimally together
as your beloved community,
and you want to learn how to get better
at becoming this inclusively diverse beloved community,
do you think you will learn more
about your current state of sub-optimization,
by talking only amongst yourselves,
as currently incarnated,
or do you think you might learn more
from those who have tried to darken your door and failed,
and from those who would never think to darken your door
of influence and inclusion,
why and how this absence of YouNow 
has and has not worked out for them
in their familial,
and vocational,
and cultural lives?

What would those outside your information fold and field
need from you
to share with you
every grace they could contain?

EcoCitizens declare your Win-Win bioethics!
The most inclusively diverse-with-confluent harmonic blend
develops biculturally universal-prime-transparent-relationship;
to sustain uniting integrity
where a BusinessAsUsual monoculture
with hardening competitive-reductive arteries
will fail to optimally thrive.

EcoCitizens CoArise
this Beloved Community's
optimally perpetual-climaxing Eco-normically forming,
DNA/RNA EarthTribally regenerative, 
CommonSense Party!

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6

Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 6

Brahmari Pranayama or Humming Bee Breath

IMP. NOTE: Temporarily I am stopping new episodes 
of Yoga in Poem due to personal reasons and will try 
to restart Yoga in Poem at a later date…

How to do Brahmari Humming Bee Pranayama

Sit in Sukhasana (Step 1) or in Padmasana in the morning hours, if you have achieved easiness to sit in Padmasana or else sit in Sukhasana. It is important that while performing Brahmari your stomach should be empty and bowls clear. Sit erect while practicing Brahmari in a neat and clean, quiet and calm place preferably an open place.
Raise your both arms and bring your all four fingers as a screen on your eyes. Now close your ears by the tips of your thumbs in such a way that your index fingers are touching your eyebrows and the middle finger the inner corner of your both eyes and other two fingers rests on the slopes of your nose and face joints gradually.
Take a deep breath and fill your lungs with the fresh air and then exhale slowly from both the nostrils while creating a humming sound. At the time of doing this do not open your ears and keep pressing it gently so that your humming sound gets more clear and it create vibrations in your mouth, throat, ears, eyes and even other parts of your body ( this stage would come when you  practice this exercise regularly ) 
Try to creat the humming sound continuously as loud and  clear as possible for you. 


IN PRAISE OF BRAHMARI PRANAYAMA We all know and accepts The miracles of Sound On everything which Surrounds us. We live, we love, and we work We play and we laugh With one or the other kind of sounds Often We become harsh or soft Even we weep and sometimes We hate with some or the other kind of sounds only These are all the effects of Different Sounds Which make us What we are and what We become as a man or woman in life Kind hatred or benevolent A lover or a hater A teacher or a Poet, a writer or an artist or a Musician A leader or a preacher Or even A dictator or a Don. When sound comes From a serene source It binds the hearts Of millions And we began to love and adore That sound and even that source And keep it as a source of energy and joy. But when it comes from A biased mind and selfish source and Tries to destroy our peace And began to dictate us We feel fed-up To bear that sound And then we try To get rid of that source or sound. Brahmari or the humming Sound Is one such elegant self-music Which opens our heart and mind With its vibrations To fill life in those dead or sluggish Nerves and spine To restore The Melody not only In your voice but also in your heart and mind. Brahmari would Restore your love and even your confidence Thus Bringing your beloved more close to you And you to your beloved Which often Becomes a soft target of differences Because of Age effected unnoticed deeds and actions. Brahmari gives you the boon of Music and melody Even when age has taken you On the withering heights of life And You often find yourself standing alone Looking for someone to Restore your energy and mind. The miracles of Humming bee sounds Brings an instant coolness To your otherwise Anguished mind and heart Which began to enjoy The colors and moods Of Love and Life As A peaceful mind Is the dwelling place of heavenly gestures And even of God. The regular practice of Brahmari Balances your hormonal secretions Invigorating the thyroid gland And thus increasing your metabolism. Even Brahmari balances Your blood sugar and helps Oxidizes fats In our body and It completely removes the causes which Leads to the curse of human body The Migraine By giving you the joys and comforts of Relaxation which ultimately Soothes your Heart to pump more actively The fresh flow of blood To your nerves and mind Thus making your pressures To work happily Without crossing the limits Unless you have done some extreme wrongs. It’s a boon for those Who suffers from Diabetes and heart problems And a real gift of God For those who are in pregnancy As its wonderful effects on Human nervous system Effects the pituitary gland To balance the growth and control Of hormones in our body Thus the practice of this wonderful Pranayama Pave way for easy and trouble free Child birth or delivery. I often ponder What a treasure of blessings Yoga has given to the world and Has exposed In these simple and wonderful Breathing exercises To make every human being More befitting and joyous To enjoy the blessings of Nature And Thus elevating the human body to absorb The Beams of the Light and Love of God. Ravindra Kanpur 4th Aug. 2013
Duration: Not more than 3 to 5 times in a day in the beginning. Maximum 10 to 12 times only in a day without any force beathing or straining yourself. Precautions: 01. Never perform this Prayanama while you are lying down 02. If you are having any ear infection do not perform Brahmati till your ears get rid of all infections. 03. Do not hold your breath while doing Brahmari and Heart problem persons should do it under a trained instructor only. 04. Do not perform it when you are not empty stomach and try to perform it preferably in the morning/evening hours only. 05. If for any reasons you do not feel comfortable stop it and take few normal deep breaths IMP. NOTE: Temporarily I am stopping new episodes of Yoga in Poem due to personal reasons and will try to restart Yoga in Poem at a later date… My Gratitude Brahmari Pranayama is a boon for human being brought mainly in the lime light of the world by Swami Ram Deoji about 20 years back. Ravindra

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Family Therapy

Multisystemic feminist ecotherapists,
deeply immersed in permacultural eco-logic,
a systematic teleology of cooperative economics,
remain rarely flushed out from their camouflage.

A self-isolating,
often eremetical,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate mentors often wander off
to pray for,
breathe and suffer and dance and sing
with Earth and all Her polyculturing species and seasons,
spaces and times,
avoiding glaring spotlights of media networks
and shallow soundbites.

That said,
perhaps I can share lessons from my children
about internal and external landscapes of justice
and passion,
passion for justice.

Spencer is my cooperative networking
post-millennial polypath.
At 18, he remains with me,
has not yet wandered off into his camouflage,
in part because I am a slow learner
in comparison to his lightning networked intuitive consciousness.

I am a more thorough and systematic teleologist,
but also ponderously detailed,
like Thomas Aquinas and Buckminster Fuller,
unwilling to leave any paradigm untouched,
producing a cooperative ecosystemic thesis
and antithesis of cognitive dissonance,
that remains undecipherable
except to those few who already speak
and hear
and feel
and see,
absorb polypathic nutritional polycultures.

What does justice look like for my 20 year old African American son
who graduated from special support services 
at Entitled Upper Middle Class High School
with a fourth grade cognitive and affective functionality,
no marketable skills other than his physical strength
which shows decreasing likelihood of endurance
due in part to horrid nutrition
lack of self-care
his preference to self-medicate
away from his internal dissonance.

He prefers THC,
although he is angrily aware this means state and federal employment protection laws
form a moat around his buzz,
with all opportunities on the outside
and far too many long-term risks on the inside of his bleary silo of despair.

My loyal handsome young adult son,
recognizes discrimination,
in comparison to outcomes for self-medicating with alcohol.
It's a cultural thing that old people do to his Transmillennial Generation,
like declaring wars so they can learn to fight each other,
while elders suck our fat wealth deposits into
sport cars of shifty ludicrosity.

His skills do not include multiplication,
much less division,
but he knows when justice divides his population of young adults
looking for their first jobs,
so they don't have to live under tyrannical oppressors
Self-medicating with alcohol can easily pass a drug screen test
with one day notice from Human Resources,
while my son watches from the other side
of this divide.

Can he get through at least eight weeks without medication
that does seem to help him feel and think better
of and with himself,
given any doubt that any of this makes any sense,
how long before he stops bothering to apply for any hope of a full life?

Eldest son understands the justice and injustice of attending a horribly designed State contracted job training program,
to sit for eight unpaid training hours,
for at least four weeks,
probably six or even more,
in a summer classroom with no windows,
with 29 other ADD and ADHD medicated trainees,
to face the dismissive derision of their trainer
for being who they are,
losers who will never actually be sent through to the paid employment stage of this card-shark process,
violating perhaps every justice principle intended by the Americans with Disabilities Act,
while the trainer draws his pay at my tax dollar expense.

My son was not outraged that the State had no record of contractual oversight,
no evidence that anyone who did eventually get paid could not have done so with one week's unpaid training,
no evidence that there were no other training contractors with the capacity to avoid violating the civil rights 
of those supposedly receiving a service with positive outcomes,
rather than rejection and dispossession and dismissal and further hopelessness outcomes.

He was not alarmed that the Commissioner,
his own State Senator,
his US Senator,
the ACLU,
did not seem to raise so much as one eyebrow
to a misuse of public dollars and trust
with outcomes that could not even perform at the thinnest level of justice:
If you cannot do any good,
at least be sure you cause no harm.

He has become used 
within an economic and cultural ecology
that does not include him,
and others who look and act and perform and breathe and beat their hearts,
and try to balance their bicameral hemispheres as best they can
in a "Business-As-Usual-Means-You-Do-Not Matter" environment.

So, he reminds me of what I recognized long ago,
growing up gay male in a homophobic
I am reminded of what it means to have no economic right to employment
and no ecologically supported right to love,
to be valueless human nature
intrinsically mendacious
negatively deviant from all that is universally orthodox goodness,
that justice could not include any honest relationship within a Beloved Community,
could not include acceptance as a healthy soul
or body
or identity,
as the appropriate offspring of socially acceptable justice.

My son's bottom line,
"If they wanted to abuse us,
then I wouldn't have minded so much
if they were at least going to pay me.
I'll be The Man's whore if I have to,
but I won't be his bitch."

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Allah and Buddha were Talking

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanatured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
and honestly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."

Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along fairly confluently,
most folks act professionally
and politically
and socially
and economically
and ecologically
and healthily correct.

Yet, notice
next time
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
prattling happily
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
or hear
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practised life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance.

We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."

We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."

Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."

Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
and wiser
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.

And, for that matter,
Allah adds
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.

Rather than
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
what about,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and supported
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
for me
and all Earth's Tribes,
for life,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded exclusive future."

Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious and cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.

Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.

It                   We
IS                  ISn't
crazy              sane
to                   not to
kill                 communicate
against            with
those               you
"Allah              "Allah creation
has                  has not
created"           destroyed"
without             with
first                 terminally
sharing             killing
Allah                Allah creation's
beauty and joy  ugly and sorrow
hospitality         ballistics
generosity        competitive selfishness
integrity.          mendacity.

When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in eco-healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.

How could we incarnate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
or "climax"
wealthy-health nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
Permacultural Standards
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting Development?

And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Vee Bdosa | Details |


There did they go into the cyberspace
where none but the great of heart
have ever gone before
and they did find great pleasure unto the night
for it was a time of love and understanding
and she did say it is good.
And when they did awake unto the dawn
then he did see a mass onto his shoulder
that had not ever been there before
and he was sore afraid.
Then he did say unto his mate, whose name is Mae,
what is it that has aflicted me in the night
and bonded itself onto the very body of me?
And she did reply unto her husband,
I know not.
And so they did consider the mass
and it was firm and round as a gooses egg,
yet it was of the mass that was thrice the size.
So she did lay her hands onto the mass
and did say,
is it now with pain, for I have given it a great charge?
But he did reply, nae, I feel it not.
And so they did go with the coming day,
even as the sun was high, unto his physician,
who counseled with some of his own, as to the matter.
And they did touch, and poke, and wonder
at the mass, and then they did say
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
But one of physicians did ask
of what great need do you have of this arm,
and the man did reply, it is not the one
with which I write my name.
And the husband, whose name is Fred, did inquire
as to how this mass ever came to be
and so has attached itself onto me?
And there it sits, as if bad things to come.
Then his physicians did reply and say
nae, it is naught to worry about
but we can remove it if you have the desire.
And the wife did say unto the physicians,
who were with great skill in the matter,
this he does have,
so the husband did say, it is so my desire,
I have great needs that it be gone.
But the physicians did reply
it shall be taken away in twelve days,
for that is the only time
that is not already spoken for.
And so they did agree.
Now when the night came and he did lay again with his wife,
there came a great trembling from deep within
his body, and he did shake to his very toes.
And she did say, husband, why is it that you shake?
And what is it that maketh your body wet all over,
as if a rain has fallen on the very place you lay?
And he did reply, I know not.
But he was with great fear and did wonder
as to what the mass could be.
And his wife did then say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
But he did think on the matter and then did say,
this must surely be as unto a sign from the maker
that my time is at hand.
Surely my life has been filled with goodness
but has brought me unto this very day.
And she did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
And as the day grew near,
but was even the second day unto the removal,
the husband did worry and say some more,
my life is at an end
for the very inside of me does now quake
and my hands tremble at the sight of the mass.
Yea, mine eyes cannot bear to gaze upon it
and it has become an abomination unto my sight.
But his wife did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
Then there came onto the tube, as if an omen
and a sign unto its own,
that a man had a mass and surely it had taken him away,
as if a robber had come in the night.
And he did grieve, for the day was almost at hand,
but did go unto his physicians and did say,
see how my body is wet and trembles at its' sight?
How is it that this thing has come unto me?
And what are the tingles unto my skin
is it what cometh from a lipoma?
But the physicians did shake their heads
and then they did say
you have the stress.
And so he did wonder at what they did tell him,
and when he looked, the mass was still there.
But the physicians did say,
it is a lipoma, and it is nothing more.
And one of the physicians said
if it is not a lipoma, the betting is off.
And then the man did return to his home
but trembled in the night.
Now when the morning did come
and the woman reached for her husband,
she found his space to be empty
and wet where he had layed.
and she did say, husband,
where is it you have gone?
But she heard not a reply.
And so she did go into the bottom of the house
where she did see him hanging from a beam
and then she did cry.
And so the constable did come, along with the scribes,
but the wife was with great grief
and did say o! that my life has such dismay
because of the lump that has taken him away.
What manner of thing has fallen to me?
And the scribe, who was to tell of the matter,
asked of her, what is it that has made you grieve?
And then the constable did say
is it the mass, that has made your husband
to end his life?
And she did say, it was a lipoma,
and it was nothing more.
....© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

Copyright © Vee Bdosa

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Healthy Full-Time Investment

I was interviewing ecotherapeutic health workers
and ran into one from the Conceptualist School
of Positive Psychology.

While this sounded quite abstractly wonderful,
I asked her for the elevator version.

"Ceptual" derives from "septum",
a (0)-centric bilateral boundary platform
for "conceptual" as "co-ceptual"
binomial and/or binary syntax field
and flow of language through cultural chronic waves
of evolution
and critical climatic events of revolution.

Conceptualists cognize
"exceptional" as Left-brain ego-centric
and "inceptual" as Right-brain negentropic-autonomic
cellularly ubiquitous intelligence
regenerative ceptual self/other eco-centric therapeutic organic logic.

Behaviors are the forms
of Conceptually Bilateral functions.

like Permaculture Design's "decomposition",
is like breathing through cognitive dissonance
with an enthymematic positive clue
from your Elder intuitive con-septum.

Conceptual bicameral consciousness
co-arises binomial cultural/linguistic memory,
exegetical/eisegetical values for truth
and economic balanced optimization trends,
and political justice.

Conceptual ecoconsciousness
co-arises coincidental forms with dual-boundary functions,
natural flows and octave frequencies
of informational strings
in reformational rings
we reiteratively call "life"
as "ego"/eco-consciousness.

Inceptual pre-consciousness
revolves incidental-only septic function,
reverse "ego"-dominatrix
decommodifying flow
toward full eco-bright (0)-centric abundance,
twilightenment co-consciousness,
TransParent Thinker becomes co-passionate co-arising
thought as positive-functional form.

That felt like a really long elevator ride,
but I somehow resonated with where we landed,
it seemed to fit my view of self as Dad
doing the best I can
to retain Zero-Time's quintessential
bilateral Placeholder-role
in Basic Attendance,
prehending binomial language's analogical universe
as prime-binary boundary syntax,
dividing posi-nomial vertexial form
from double-negentropic vortexial dipolar functions,
my metric logic equates +P Universe
with -(-P),
with Neg-.50 contraction
as 50% Midway Tipping Point
as Bucky Fuller + Teilhard de Chardin's
(0)Mega Point.

So, I gave Professor Glory my permaculturalist survey
for ecotherapeutic Continuous Quality Improvement
meeting regenerative outcome
Assurance Standards,

1. When you see and hear and feel this word "crazy"
or "mad"
or "sick"
or "ill"
or "negative trending lack-of-normative organic communication"
do you associate each of these more with

Are you more likely to agree or to disagree with each of the following statements?

2. "Wild" seems more hopeful for the possibility of genius
than does the word "pathology."

3. I would be surprised if a mental health professional
described herself as a "pathologist"
or "sociopathologist"
rather than a
or even a
"wild ecotherapist."

4. I would be concerned
if a health professional
did not consider themselves
capable of distinguishing
between "crazy-wild"
as in
not-fully domesticated/commodified/appreciated/valued
as in
pathologically trending toward absence of eco-normative
bio-neural systemic
co-arising organic communication capacity.

5. If my child's,
my own,
my elderly dependent's,
cognitive-health physician
were also my financial adviser,
I would hope she would
advise investing in the genius potential
of "wild"ness
wilderness medicinal power and wisdom
emerging from DNA/RNA Left-Right hemispheric
bi-ceptual conceptual consciousness
as dissonance clarification and therapy
through redundant analogicalism as ecologicalism
advise disinvesting in Left-brain contractive-contentious-competitive-dominant
deductive-reductive informating,
Win-Lose ego-centric bias
in gaming and logistic and strategic assumptions
about normative balance;
thereby suboptimizing their eco-centric
self-other optimization
of healthy wealth trends,
accessible thru Left-Right bicameral
dipolar (0)-centered eco-consciousness
of Bilateral SpaceTime
as Binomial Yang/YinYin Tao
wu wei permaculturally climax-oriented balance,
timeless co-arising eternity
as Beloved Community."

To which she responded
with plethora of double-negative redundancy
and kindness karma
and gracious gift-it-forward eco-normics.

And so EcoTherapeutic Earth and I
co-habitate each day.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

When We Need Health

Insufficient knowledge for fully comprehensive consciousness
is also
more than sufficient ignorance
of our individual and collective participation
in comprehensive disease, weakness, loss, decay,
wilting climatic change
in both Interior and Exterior Landscapes.

So which do we continue intending to invest in,
insufficiency of deductive, reductive, Win-Lose knowledge?
or climatically intuitive
gathering and steering evolving formating
ignorance of Win-Win emergent possibilities?
Or, cooperatively co-arising both, somehow?

Neither knowledge nor consciousness is optimally measured
in deductive-only information;
optimal-outcome-producing knowledge
is measured with health-as-wealth outcomes
of Best Practices--
which are permaculturally influenced.

If competing for attention to be heard
is too tiring,
wilting your patience outside and in,
try cooperating within your own family
and guild
and workplace
and corporation
and neighborhood
in new ways not yet tried
for retention of solidarity
through mutually subsidiary,
co-redeeming your investment
in co-emergence of healthy outcomes.

If we want Warriors of and for PeaceMaking good,
then we need to mentor each other
in cooperative network gaming strategies
to achieve globally self-optimizing healthy wealth
as Home,
in our neighborhoods,
at home in our towns,
in our home's ecosystem,
on Earth--
all in this together,
for better or worse,
co-arising as co-falling eco-consciousness.

I we want to avoid nightmares
then we end each day embracing
our daytime health/wealth horse-powered stories
of heroes and heroines,
masculine as eco-balancing feminist,
Yang with YinYin Zero-Taoism,
counting our best cooperative
and well-permanently-encultured,
assets as sustaining families,
households, EcoTribe,
all positive relationships,
sustaining life through another night
of collectively transitional decomposition.

If we want to optimize our wealth
of mental health
then we decompose nondual co-arising/falling bicameral intuition
toward regenerative multisystemic therapeutic comprehension.

Too much heated war,
too much P v NNP = YangDominance,
then what are all sides saying
causes their shared anger about today?
Cooperative fear and anger
is high risk opportunity
to discover P=NNP Win-Win balance = Yin-squared Timeless Balance.

Too much fear and anger,
disproportionate to stimuli,
then perhaps all sides
might cooperatively discern
universally-held fear
about death as lack of fully conscious
eternal life
for our polyculturing future generations,
and ourselves,
here and now,
timelessly surfing our karmic grace-wave.

Too much disabling
and unhealthy
and paranoid shouting,
and riotous marketing to competitive investor markets,
depression and suppression and economic repression,
and rather ignorant impressions
about health as life's intrinsic value,
about what is a health-wealth optimizing life,
and economy,

[My answer?
Permacultured Design,
both Interior and Exterior Landscapes
is one of many natural evolutionary progeny
of Taoism as Zero-Balanced Cooperative Economics
of Positive, yet sometimes too clinical, Psychology.]

What opportunities for cooperatively active love
form the opposite side of your current investment spectrum,
bias toward competing
for scarce resources,
including recognition
and collaboratively co-arising communication?

What refuses to feed our shared fears
by relentlessly watering our interdependent health?
I'm working on leading with kindness
where it has not yet been earned,
giving a gift
where it's light is least expected to appear,
much less thrive,
positive-positive bionic-nomial QBit
(0)Concave/Convex as Ego/Eco-BiDominant
as LeftDeductive/RightInductive co-arising balance;
hopefully our cooperative definition of co-redemption
co-regenerative in-formation systemic outcome development.

When we are exhausted
with knowing we shall never find room for agreement,
We can also rest comfortably
in sure knowledge
we will best begin finding the vast shared room
of what nobody wants or needs.
Then just work in reverse temporal order from there.
Call it diapraxis,
call it reverse-temporal decomposition
toward regenerativity
call it whatever you wish
just please don't call me before noon
or after five.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Pink Pink Pink

Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor

Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor

Long poem by Rob Tierney | Details |



I sit here now back on my bed
Bandaged and still quite sore
I think back to my Mum and Dad
And all they both endured

My Dad he died of cancer
My Mum of MND
Both were unpleasant ways to go
Distressing all and me

My Dad he said the whole way through
That such things were quite shit
“It's not the hand that you get dealt”
“But how you play with it”

He played his days, diagnosis on
With courage and true grit
He even kept his old jumper
Into which he once had fit

In his last days his breath grew weak
He just slept more and more
No longer looked like my dear Dad
Not like he'd looked before

I wasn't with him in the end
When he drew his last breath
I wished I'd been to hold his hand
And hold him as he left

My Mum was strong for all of us
Who were then left behind
We tried to not upset her heart
She's say she didn't mind

We spoke of Dad and often laughed
But sometimes we just cried
It cuts us all when we all thought
Of just the way he died

Bereft of hope, robbed of his strength
Left just an empty shell
Locked up tight inside his frame
He must have gone through hell

Then comes my Mum, my guiding light
She strode right to the fore
She grasped the lead and stood up tall
And led us all once more

For 10 years plus she moved right on
Taking all in her stride
You could tell she missed my Dad
Some things you cannot hide

She too grew ill, and felt real weak
They couldn't find out why
When told that she was terminal
I just sat down and cried

“Why was this all happening now?”
“This all seems so unfair!”
My Mum just smiled, said “C'est la vie”
And sat back in her chair

We visited Mum alternate nights
Myself and partner Lynn
Some days we did a double shift
Although it did us in

I too got ill, not bad of course
But I could not visit
Aware of just how ill Mum was
But I could not risk it

Xmas '11 was an awful time
It really was so sad
Advancing days, time growing short
Not knowing how long we had

My Mum was now in her last days
She knew it too as well
It was just like a crap repeat
Of my Dads sheer hell

Her last day came, I got the call
As I put down the phone
I realised now straight away
I felt now so alone

An old orphan, a silly thought
No Dad and now no Mum
I waited for it all to stop
But no release would come

My world just stopped, the sun still shone
The world just turned each day
My heart was black, devoid of love
“I want to run away”

But that is not the man I am
I buckle but I do not fall
I'm bruised, and bashed and bloodied
But I am walking tall

I feel I am my fathers son
Much more now than before
For those having a real nightmare
I really do implore

Do not give up, do not back down
Stand up for what you feel
Don't be part of the machine
Do all that makes you real

Break down and cry and shout and swear
If its what gets you through
Who gives a damn what others think
Just be true to you

I didn't think I'd get over
Losing my dear old Mum
But now it's over 2 years on
And rarely I am glum

All I do is sit right down
And shut my eyes real tight
And I am back with Mum and Dad
And everything feels right

Whoever said the age old phrase
“Out of sight is out of mind”
Please send this silly sod to me
I'll boot their big behind

My Mum and Dad, live evermore
In cells and blood and mind
And through their kids and legacy
They both have left behind

Still here on earth not visible
Most of the time it's true
But I still sit and talk to them
As I would talk to you

I talk to them, you'll think I'm mad
I simply do not care
It just makes me feel really safe
To know that they're still there

So now I sit down in my room
Upon my empty bed
They both reside down here with me
Even though both are long dead

There's more to life than physical
Of this you can be sure
There's spirits, aura's genetics too
And feelings too are pure

So when I think of Dad and Mum
I sit down with a smile
And shut my eyes to be with them
For just a little while

I feel their warmth, deep in my soul
Just like a summers day
It brightens up my darkest times
And chases them away

I'll leave you now to close my eyes
And see them both again
I'll tell them that I spoke of them
With love and peace my friends

Copyright © Rob Tierney

Long Poems