Taking a head stand in a stand-off position
coarse necklace of boulders draped around her neck
Well balanced through bronze ankle shackles
from a heavy weight anchor ground into ground
Rosary too endless for desperate prayers to settle
suspended from lonely helpless unlimited chains
Nails oozing blood with razor-sharp thorns
inscribed into what was a fine cutting mind
Wreaths laid to rest crowned in salvation
confining time and space of remote aspirations
Bracelets jingles and bangles from unburdened prime
underpinned by primal desire and from Munch’s scream
Dangling ropes braided from heart sunken feelings
a traveller’s skilful reminder of knots holding firm
Life is a wheel and a circle and impermanent loop
and a coffin draped in flowers with nobody at home
02nd May 2019
Categories:
attachments, angst,
Form: Free verse
Wisdom of ancient Eastern teachers
and Western mystics
ubiquitously observes
We both are and do our healthy best
while actively reducing attachments
to illusory fearful Futures
of Loser death and dying,
And grow detachment from suffering
of angry Loser pasts.
Which, to this Taoist,
sounds like a long negative Yangish repressive way
Of yin-inviting robust HereNow commitment
passion
love
integrity
to and in and of and for
Earth's DNA positive-regenerative
healthiest possible resilience
Despite ego-depression
ecotherapeutic suppression
EarthTribe repressions
patriarchal conquering oppression
Grace invites resonant commitment,
cooperative ownership
of interdependent intuitive synergy revolutions,
HereNow
NatureSpirit
synaptic memory revelations,
SecularLeft with SacredRight Voiced elevations.
We are and do our healthy best
actively feeding and watering commitments
to spacetime cooperative CoPresence
of Win-nature/spirit-Winner life persistence
through timeless
yet passionate
Earth-desired attachment.
Categories:
attachments, beautiful, health, love, mystery,
Form: Political Verse
There is only attachments
The hunger of the soul for soul
I do not see love
The candle extinguishing itself
To light the world
I see my children grown away from me
Fondled with maternal lies
The bonds broken in pieces
Like a china on the floor
And my chest still heaving
Where they were lain
Cradled in the pulse of my breathing
All through the ritual
Of bottled caressed lips
It was I who changed the diapers that drips
And from blocked nostril sipped
The secretion hard as dried meat
Choking off air
Mother was too squeamish, too innocent
About life and death to see the dwindling breath
And too unfair to tell
How all my money went to her pet desires
Or what relentless hostility
Pulled her from the home
And how after her long time gone
I just packed up and moved on
As for the rope would let me go
The attachment tugging at my heart
For where I thought I left love
I only came back again and again
To find it empty
And the new attachment buillt on words
That was like a barbed fence
On which I kept scratching my face
Only silence was left
That I could communicate with after that.
Categories:
attachments, caregiving, children,
Form: Free verse
.
Attached by small stem
Sustainability...free
Floating on wind land
Categories:
attachments, death, family, food, imagination,
Form: Haiku
Marionettes dance
Strings command prefomances
At their masters whims
By Robb A. Kopp
Categories:
attachments, allegory
Form: Senryu