When Post-modernists say race or gender
Is a social construct,
They’re not really saying anything
Other than we don’t like your definitions.
Since race and gender are words
Based on conceptual classifications
They are no different than any other words.
In this way everything is a social construct
Depending on the world view of the society.
The difference in animate and inanimate?
Just a social construct.
The difference in plant and animal?
Just a social construct.
The difference in positive and negative,
Black and white, good and evil, up and down
Me and you? Just a social construct.
We live in a world of such constructs,
They allow us to function
And manipulate this world.
And yes, that includes manipulating others
If you are so inclined.
Who doesn’t live in such a distinct
And discriminating world?
The new born infant at the portal of life,
And the mentally dementiaed at the edge of death.
The rest of us, are thank goodness,
Somewhere in between.
(9/19/26)
The sun rose this morning,
Some extra red --
I attribute that to atmospheric dust -- man a manic
Bulk-polluter – taking some personal blame
Last evening’s carousing did not serve A Higher Purpose.
Blank nights prone to bleed into equally unremarkable days –
Since your abrupt departure each dawn has
Become a perverse mirror of profound absence --
Bath and shave, check for new wrinkles, and missing parts
If poor maintenance an occasional inventory of animate sensibilities
Is a wise unscheduled meditation --
Cycles of nameless risings and numberless sets --
Beloved day-launches and warmth of after dusk glitters we shared
Till your guardian Angel took a vacation...or her jealous nature tragically revealed.
Fate and Faith, Worship Therapy mean little to a suffering human heart….
Is there a thrill in her fingers
in their touch, an enchanted spark
Is it imagination
or do they animate the dark...
One night 'pon removing her glove
streaks of lightning burst forth above
This heart of stone—
crystallized rage, fractured, shimmering to the surface.
Love languished,
longing to embrace the dead.
Hands digging into the flesh of the earth,
reaching in desperation for the corpses beneath.
The seasons turn—
grinding the fragments of life to dust,
until he sets fire to the things he loves
just to dance with the ashes,
to animate what’s been lost
with one last burning.
A hopeless romantic,
clinging to his lover as she seeps like smoke through his fingers.
He inhales in desperation,
wishing for her to fill the void once more—
and with the wind, she fades,
drawn to a place beyond the reach
of hands that still remember how to hold.
A Body—kept its Custom still—
Though Tenant fled the Room—
It rose at Dawn—performed the Will—
Yet carried not the Bloom—
The Eyes—retained their vacant Watch—
As Windows—shut to Light—
No Guest arrived—no inward Touch—
To animate the Sight—
The Heart—continued—faithful Drum—
Its Duty—to persist—
But beat upon a Hollow Home—
Where Spirit was not missed—
The Lips—rehearsed remembered Words—
By Habit—not by Fire—
As if some distant Echo stirred—
A long-forgot Desire—
O curious Fraud—this Living Form—
That mimics what has fled—
A Clock—still wound—defies the Storm—
Yet knows itself as Dead—
And who shall mark the Subtle Hour—
The Soul—untied its Thread?
No Thunder cleaves—no sudden Power—
Just Silence—thee Undead—
"To pause, if just once, with just
Enough time to spend
With God, through a tree, tree frog
Already a friend;
With life moving in a sprint?"
(A wildfire's footprint!).
Now older, and slower now
Your excuse is, man?
To not so, nor that briefly
Doing other than
Whose love, for to contemplate
Your's did animate?
Upon realising we are the Self,
in as the one appearing as many,
life continues to flow on by itself
but this knowing has now dropped the penny.
As to why we are here is a moot point,
which signals the rabbit hole goes in deep,
so until clear wisdom God does anoint,
we must await the next consciousness leap.
With each knowing that in our heart does dawn,
new peaks seem to appear for us to climb,
wherein our past dies and we are reborn,
even after we’ve transcended space-time.
Oh worthy hermit, rest not in applause ~
Animate attention, dwell in the pause
Staid
silence
cajoles us
to animate
the undercurrents
of ever present bliss,
by invoking pure intent,
that by softening attention,
ego fades and magnetism pulsates,
reuniting our presence with the source.
The truth of God is for heart to reclaim,
here and now without applying force,
simply by slowing speed of thought,
that befriending the dark void,
our soul is touched by grace,
which then so transforms
our consciousness
from within
with His
love.
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
twinkling on a hunter’s wall this year.
Bulbs and ornaments animate his rack.
Day after Christmas, Santa’s getting feedback.
(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Have you ever been taken in by the story
Delivered some place foreign and strange
Yet familiar and true?
Of course you have, as all humans do.
Vocalized, visualized, subliminally dreamed
That is our lot.
From bedtime stories to books and movies
Our lives leap gladly into the novel.
And oh what awaits us there!
Portals and corridors
Into what transcends the individual
And so transcends even our humanity.
I dreamt once of being a bridge
Literally not figuratively
And I’m sure I’ve also dreamt of being
More animate nonhuman things
The dream after all
In all its animate and inanimate forms
Is simply a creation of our mind
Our mind made illusively flesh and fiber
Fueled with all the tinder of waking experience
But brought to a frothing boil
By something more
Something that only comes alive
Taking form and shape
In the telling.
(11/15/25)
ceasing striving
slowing down mind
shifting to heart
poised in stillness
we animate silence
as humming intent
before its release
as burning yearning
to merge with God
Who is all love
this breathless invocation
renewed in the timeless now
invokes bliss magnetism
as the effervescence of God
enlivening our toroidal heart
Oh Death, thou art a cruel and fickle foe,
Whose shadow looms o'er mortal life below.
Thy grasp, a cold and unforgiving hand,
Doth lead us to the undiscovered land.
Thou comest swiftly in the dead of night,
And steal'st away our loved ones out of sight.
Thy scythe, a deadly tool of final fate,
Doth sever souls from bodies animate.
Yet in thy grim and somber countenance,
There lies a certain air of elegance.
For Death, thou art the great equalizer,
And all must bow before thy stern visor.
So let us not fear thy approach, but know
That thou art but a gateway to the show
That lies beyond this earthly plane we see,
Where we shall live for all eternity.
As energy accumulates,
It also creates,
Operates,
In different states.
Obtaining traits,
Learning to propagate,
Designing a substrate,
Continuing to circulate.
It starts to vibrate,
Concentrate,
Learning to duplicate,
A code to translate.
A way to activate,
And begin to animate,
As the air mutates,
Into shapes that fascinate.
Molecules starts to migrate,
As they rotate and calibrate,
Delegate and designate,
Into something great.
One able to captivate,
Encapsulate,
A being to dictate,
How its energy will create.
As a deaf person who hears with heart
I view sea sounds with emerald eyes
The crashing waves seem to charge
And sea gulls wings animate their cries
I smell blue water and it seems to me
It’d be a shame not to “hear” with feet
As I splash with delight sinking in ecstasy
Like tan sand I give into power of healing
I listen to the white wind with my tan skin
It sends my hair sailing like black boat
The scent of seashell makes me grin
I imagine the sound is a lot like hope
Echoes of the silent shore
Ricochet off rainbows and candy clouds
I know the deaf hear more
For the sounds of nature are so loud
potent silent hum
of bliss magnetism
pulsates deep within
our toroidal heart
collaborating
with enlivened spine
and the head ovoid
as a seamless whole
we dwell in deep peace
wherein mood and mode
radiates love’s glow
celebratory
we thus animate
each electron in space
entwined with our soul
as a seamless whole
presence bilocates
between form and void
betwixt God’s heartbeats
wherefrom life breath flows
as both this and that
centred everywhere
we become the all
as a seamless whole
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