Best Intuiting Poems

Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit parched cliffs
I receive you

I feel the whispers
Of the past
I hear the moans
Of the lost ones
The forgotten ones

I am here
We are...

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I want you to feed me my only fear,
to make a ritual of the ruddy rain I hear
deluge my dreams with Love's broken mirror,
our inspiration fragmented into faithless drear,
to deliver the division of two hearts once near
on a cutting board of Venu's neurotic nightmare,
take me...

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Over the pond’s lilies’ leaves,
morning dew settles glistening sleeves —
a covering to compliment the green,

a translucent, hint-of-blue ~ from a quivering 
mist hanging, hushing everything, so all the doing
of sunrise dances must in-stasis remain…

~ or transfer by essence to the understanding
intuiting within — to find...

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Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Investing is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.

Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this cooperative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.

CoRelational EcoLogic is like farming,
if...

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Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
weaving functions with frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color fluencies,
soaring summer's Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
sawdust outcomes
without winter's quenching white...

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We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will.
                 ...

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I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.

This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not Right
deducing what could be Left
to permacultural imaginings
balancing economies with ecologic
synaptic...

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On a rural Pequot River,
with steady New England flow
toward Long Island's warming Sound

Then on and out, 
whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis

Slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Native Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine's monolithic altars
worship insanely leviathan 
brooding bruised monoliths

Stately asylums 
crumbling carcasses
sagging with trembling memories
of disability
to remember sacred...

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WHEN THE TIME COMES TAI

Time is timeless as it floats gently in impermanence
pasts presents and futures blend inter-mingle wave
it’s rapture’s melodies and pastel pastures lush and
luscious rhyming contrast complementing contradiction

When you pass on you wish to travel to the sound of
‘I am the Goddess of...

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before we amble
muse upon the preamble
that entity ascension seeking
is encased in mind body matrix limiting

we have for engagement two polarities 
external turbidity internal serenity
former is domain of our ego
latter love osmosis slow

on an as is where is basis 
we begin with our body chassis 
going...

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Bill Plotkin's indigenously wild
adolescent Red South
lies co-arisingly inclusive
with Green WiseElder North.

This speaks to me
of Western responsible adults
who behaved preGreat Transitionally
more Bemused Colonizing Lovers
of extractive deductions
than post-EcoGreat with EgoSmall transitioners
sojourners of and for Beloved Creolizing Muses
whispering deep co-empathic cooperations.

I watch us
dynamically spiral
competitively twist
yet cooperatively turn
from ecocidal...

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Trying To Access Mine Excel Lent...
Pow War Full Pointed Outlook

As I ponder what to write
today august thirtieth
      two thousand eighteen,
     thy ploy doth in vite
a gamut of spontaneous thoughts,
     that loosely cluster
...

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Three wasps or hornets (I'm not clear)
Once stung my brother in his ear.
In memory, I hear his cries
Of shock and pain and pure surprise.

A horde of moms wiped off the blood
And slathered on a coat of mud,
An act my brother did endure,
Intuiting a soothing cure.

My...

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that epicenter

	where the tectonic plates
overlap
 
     a breaking point

         before the shift

     walking the edge

	that wedge between
            ...

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Self confident
I would feel inconvenient
to be dead,

Yet relieved in freedom
from trimming toe
and finger nails
and receding hair
advancing down wrinkling neck
and softing shoulders.

Although not confident
I could grow
satisfied with fictional fame,
self-grandiosing glory,
I remain curious
how timelessly satisfying might emerge
historically famous fictions,
glories of grandly granted otherwise.

Confiding ancient secrets,
I could feel...

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