Overlapping occasions
Of experience
My past
Exists
Outside
Of time and space
My future
Exists
Outside too
Of time and space
Most of me
Exists
Outside
Of time
Of space
I am
Just
A reflection
Of past events
I try
To define
My identity
But than
I have to stop
The flow
And I
Will slip
Wholly
Out of
Space and time
As all things
Material
Need to continue
To flow
To flux
Human becomings
Not
Human beings
Categories:
becomings, psychological, roses are red,
Form: Free verse
White Out!
'Tis Parashas Yisro,
Consummate Ger,
Outside snow,
Inside aware,
Of everything's glow,
He, I "Gerim" (Converts) & today's weather dare,
To Overturn the "Status Quo",
Questioning bares each layer!
Yisro's denial of Pharoah,
My hesitant beliefs came bare,
Nature's kneed of ghost dough,
Share they all Rare...
Becomings, "Being in the Now",
Breathing fresh air,
Showering snows endow,
Smiles and feelings fair,
A greeting of "Ciao!"
Yisro saw & heard with care,
Refusing to blindly march in tow,
Brave to square,
Brazen Hot Air blow,
Yearning to repair,
A Human soul cry of "Oh No!"
Categories:
becomings, courage, identity, jewish, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Do you sense a difference
between ecstasy
and enchantment?
Ecstasy draws me out of my ego,
my body
my mind
my autonomous autumnal consciousness,
winter isolated awareness.
And enchantment?
Enchantment draws me in.
More of a seduction,
maybe even curious
invitation.
Ecstasy sounds louder,
bolder,
short-term climatic
and requires loss of ego-centered monopoly games
While enchantment may include promise
of all that bluster
and outsidedness
yet adds the longer sunlight summer
before and after relationship
of seduced out
fascinated
hypnotically co-empathic internal root induction,
promising integrity's path of quieter seduction,
restoring internal becomings with external belongings
Yet to magically
climatically
mythically appear
on life's Yang ecstatic
Yin enchanting
horizon of newborn
politically green
spring.
There's political disengagement
Then personal wedding
Then ego/ecopolitical re-engagement
of every spring through winter nutritional rites of passage.
Categories:
becomings, earth, engagement, environment, health,
Form: Political Verse
Life like snow is fleeting and beautiful.
Fragile and light to touch, breakable and unforgettable.
Careful when approaching the winter season, biting cold like heartless people.
Gnawing and taking pieces from your soul if you let them.
Everything needs an invite inside.
The pyche is strong, until shattered by insane becomings.
Bound are we to survive unless choose otherwise.
Discordant weather is harsh to the soul if you let it.
Soften your ways and the day isn't hard enough.
Cling to old habits and harden like the frozen morn of winter cold.
Endless choices abound if only have knowledge of unconditional God.
Living God has loving you to help and guide.
Mercy is great and calming to the savage beast.
Jungling and bungling the day is well, knowing that love solves the fight and wins out is the design.
Heather Turner
Categories:
becomings, caregiving, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
"God punishes us for what we can't imagine."
Stephen King
What we can't imagine
is what we won't imagine
for lack of polypathic priority,
for too much fullness of rotting exegetical Promise.
What I won't imagine
becomes what I would never choose to invest in,
to nurture,
both filled with fear
of self-emptying prophecy
and overflowing with love
for Earth's other-fulfilling potentiality;
robust
resilient with or without us
regenerate
opposite of delineating pathology
through superego's anthro-absence.
We evolve healthy wealth becomings
truncated by static nonverbal then verbal ...isms,
unimaginably ebbing and flowing
what we have not yet hypostatically imagined dynamic,
ergodically patterned,
bionically rhythmed
creolically rocked
and matriarchal understory schism-rolled
rewards of and for Earth's echo imagining bicamerality,
sacred nondual ecology.
God's punishment
is for what we won't imagine,
multiculturally polypathic together.
Categories:
becomings, culture, destiny, environment, god,
Form: Political Verse
Saw your picture the other day
And I realize that I have forgotten... you
Memories flooding back like when fading away
Much so like a stranger I once knew
How it all came to be no more...
I wish I could be someone else but no
The unbecoming feelings that was hard to ignore
The becomings to be over with no one left to hold
I wonder now... how long have I held on
Am I more than glad to have pass the phase?
Ever so in love I once remember to have belong
The oh so many scenarios to impossibly chase
Lives moving on to be the perfect excuse
Memories only become easier to forget
Have we the lives forced to choose?
Perhaps this one thing is the choice I'll most regret
It needs to be over to feel just like so
When seen was your picture the other day
I wish I could be someone else but no
When memories come flooding back before fading away
Categories:
becomings, love,
Form: Rhyme
There are times when the body
is as numinous as words – Robert Hass
Others, however, when it declares forcefully
its sheer bodiness;
your stomach tightens the waistband
of jeans you bought just last month
in the style of a ‘boyfriend’ you don’t have,
and no jumper’s baggy enough.
Physicality forces outwards, running.
Hills are the quickest route to redemption.
You recall Gethsemane as muscles flame,
fuelled by guilty glycogen from last night’s binge.
The world contracts corporeally.
Each stride increases the laxative effect
of emotions you don’t pretend to understand.
And yet there’s no catharsis
and escape from the self is absurd.
It’s the process of translation,
ritual purging through corporeal philosophy,
pounding the Will with rhythmic strides.
Forget those cloud-dwelling thinkers,
living in dualist minds of ascetic detachment.
Ask any runner: there is no destination.
It’s the shift, the constant becoming.
We’re all just atoms and stardust.
Categories:
becomings, body, emotions, identity, loneliness,
Form: Free verse