Best Parallelismus Membrorum Poems
One Small Tear
One small tear was seen to fall from the beautiful eye
of that most beautiful Queen Sharalee Lorelei
This tear slowly fell from her cheek & as it did so it became
a perfectly perfect & most shimmering white pearl
This pearl slowly fell into the outsretched hand of SailorGirl
who quickly placed it into the velvet pouch which she protected
that Bracelet of the Sun within
Thus preserving it for all time to come
.
It is said in these legends that this beautiful pearl became the first
of all the pearls of the seas... & that SailorGirl had removed it from
her velvet pouch one day & placed it gently into the sea
That from that day forward any tear from any Princess became yet another pearl
& another & another filling the seas with such beauty that no sort of sadness
could ever harm anyone ever again.
SeaWolf
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I remember, back before puberty,
and all concomitant complexities,
visiting the pond behind our barn,
to watch water spiders.
I wondered what we would like living on thin transparent skin
between two equally visible universes,
one below, and one above.
Below,
life would be somewhat darker
but unlike soil.
I would look down into flowing water space,
watching other little pond insects and amoebas, and lichen,
and occasional predator fish or water snake,
or frog.
Above,
I could look up to see flying insects,
and grass forests,
rocks above, as below,
but dry, lighter, easier to maneuver,
to stick to,
to remember.
Again, the occasional predator,
like birds and again those pesky frogs
who also tend to live near life's bicameral surface.
Yet, in a way, this surface,
Boundary skin between two universes,
Prime Relationship limned barrier
between air and water universes
has its own specific unitarian traits,
responding to both air and water flow,
sometimes confluently,
sometimes dissonantly.
My own spidery journey along that surface,
looking in and looking up,
is quite different than looking out,
forward,
with confusion as I lose capacity to integrate down and up
while staring toward my independent
rooted past and crowning future.
So, my water spider grows three eyes.
Only supereco eye looks directly toward my future,
interpreting Prime Relationship between my right eye,
sensing water within below,
and inside
While my left eye,
looking up and out,
seeks to understand
what this huge mammal,
a red headed kid,
is doing with our fresh-aired day.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
The enemy's already trampled on
And triumphantly doomed to destruction.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Fully paid are our debts and transgressions
To us is complete justification.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
Our wounds are already healed by the Son
And in His name, our sicknesses are gone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy Oe
All our chains He has broken and brought down
And our bondages He has made undone.
Tetelestai! For it's already done
Praise and glory be to the Holy One
For eternity in heaven's been won
And granted for us is the salvation!
Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry
Did our Age of Aquarius evaporate,
fail to regenerate,
to resonate,
fall too far short of what our parents
knew we should anticipate?
Free love could not sustain
weak non-violent resolutions against
whatever busyness was for.
Yet, if love invites synergy,
mutual gravity,
and creation evokes compassion's transregeneration,
how could love cost more than free?
How could co-redemption not invest everything
in learning how to cooperatively Be,
free of enslaving supremacist becoming,
free to come together
as ecological We?
Those who stop to count these costs of love,
look for ways to divest of co-investment,
ignoring Earth's mentoring economy
of light's photosynthetic comprehension,
of neutral's dark unconsciousness,
a fog bank evaporating
doubly unbinding timeless spaciousnest
patterned mystery
absent of color
flowing free love intention.
If Time's eternal unfolding presence is 0-dimensional,
and AnthroNature's bicameral perception i
s 2-dimensional line
and 4-dimensioned time
recreating bicameral form with function,
ego emerging from eco,
yang incarnating binomial yintegrity
reiterating communicating neuro-processors
borrow RNA's decomposing 3-space with 1-time prime bilateral dimensions,
equivalent seasons;
Shy winterish Uracil of Universal freely decomposing love
greets Cytosine's full summer-formed regeneration,
as objectives greet their past and future subjects;
while Adenine painlessly springs
for Guanine's lavishly com-posted integrative harvest,
as verbs form fractal-recycling nouns,
verbal con-science revolutions,
relearning Earth's organic language,
by echoing universal polypathic syntax.
Universal Anthro-cultural
verbal power of co-governance
becomes a Left-brained dominant and reductive tyrant,
an Emperor reified of clothes
to cool His naked Ego-thirst.
However,
when power remains integral within co-passionate
climatic health,
co-gravitational integrity of wealth,
synergetic uniting cooperatism,
then naked 1-power conjoins dark yin-time 0-rations,
shy bigendering romantic convex/concave camouflage,
re-birthing this post-millennial
gift-it-forward
Age of co-binary Aquarius.
People say my anxiety is cute.
The way I wring my hands, stutter over my words, jump at loud noises, and blush easily.
The way I wring my hands, because if they weren't holding each other they'd be shaking, or even sub-consciously digging into my skin on a bad day.
The way I stutter over my words, and stutter myself into a panic attack because I have no idea what the person on the opposite end thinks of me.
The way I jump at loud noises, instantaneously filling with anxiety and the unshakable need to hide, survive.
The way I blush easily, the redness of my cheeks signifying the onslaught of tears that wish to come, but never are allowed.
How anxiety has overcome me to the point that even my own shame at my weakness can not coerce me into coming out.
The way I'm so afraid of living.
...Adorable.
In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all
And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can
So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared
Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating
To receive a little lift
When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads
"Women are traps
that lay for men
everywhere"
said Franz Kafka,
"in order to drag them into the infinite."
Maybe.
But why not,
Women are incense
that invites men and other women
and all genders everywhere
into the in-between infinite
EarthMother incense
invites
omnisciently enlightened
AnthroMind,
omnipotently empowered
EarthBody
CoPassioning
FatherSun
MotherEarth
integrity
Lighting fragrant dawn
powering fertile dusk.
The wind whistles in the cold dark night,
The wind sights through the boughs of old trees,
The wind whispers through the tall river reeds,
The wind ripples the field of high grasses,
The wind brushes my face and plays with my hair,
The wind is something no one can see,
The wind is something no one can touch,
Yet the Wind can see and touch us all.
THE ROAD TO GREATNESS
The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way
Complaining and arguing make no sense at all
Controlling our anger we stumble and fall
Strive to become blameless and pure
Shining stars in the universe obeying God’s call
The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way
Inspired by Philippians 2:14-15<>
Listen up and learn deep,
said our non-existential Zen Math teacher.
I'm only saying this once
and it will be on tomorrow's test
now nearly finished
in today's final rest.
1. All nomials form a universal network
of synergetic polynomials,
just as all information memes
are part of a communication memory system
or there would be neither independent variables
nor interdependent memes.
2. All nomials are also binomials
for the same reason we call half
a two dimensional flat moon
a full
four-dimensional round revolving moon
and refer to a quartile of moon
as a bilateral half moon;
just the light side
excludes shadowed night side.
3. Which is also why digital information
is always potential cobinary bilateral communionation,
like bright independent thoughts
and their foreshadowing codependent feelings;
and why double-binds are also double negative equivalent
co-arising not this and not that unknotted paradox
dividing and diversifying not positive
and not negative
appositionally bilateral co-incidents.
4. And why,
on a Zero Zen-centered Earth,
all polynomials are equivalent to double-negative polynomials,
dualdark shadow Yin square root prenomial
ecologically co-relational feelings
equivocating Yang not not fully postnomial
logical bicameral thoughts
re-membering
re-connecting
re-ligioning
re-vitalizing 1-mind/(0)-soul bilateral regenerativity
co-arising polymathic multisensory
4D 1-trilateral space/(0)-bilaterally balanced time.
Those are my
not not rational questions.
Now, could we become a more resiliently comprehensive
resonantly transformative
+P = -(-P) cobinary response?
For Christ my Savior, I will be waiting
And be still for my Most Beloved King;
I shall hope for His glorious coming
And I'll be steadfast, for He's returning!
All the day, all my thoughts are my Dearest
By night, in mind's the One in Highest
All that I've dreamed for is the Holiest
And all I longed for's my Love, the Might'yest.
Then I remember His love that saved me
And His loving-kindness that's set me free
I remember His mercy that cleansed me
And His charge-less grace that made me holy.
One day shall be filled my heart's longing
And fulfillment, in thirst, God will bring
My joy shall be whole in everlasting
For in that day, I shall see my Dear King.
How my heart longs for You, my Beloved
And how I thirst after You, O our Head!
How my soul pants for You, Most Exalted
And how I want You here, O Most Blessed!
So come, O Jesus Christ, my King - quickly -
For I am longing after You so deeply;
Come, Almighty my Beloved - quickly -
For after You, my Master, I'm thirsty!
I said to my prodigal son
who stole from me,
it is not competitive economic strategies
that dominantly empower life;
Competitive ecologies and economies
are dominantly decomposing monocultures,
just the opposite of regenerative synergetic praxis
and regenerative intent toward polycultures.
Monopolistic internal consumer-culture
develops into decomposing organic systems
dissonant cognitive
and emotive
and neural
and digestive systems
diseased health and well-being
Socio-economic
and politically dissociated systems,
all negatively trending toward closed-entropic,
swollen monolithic sad dismay
replacing former therapeutic system
glad array.
We need cooperatively dominant economies and ecologies
to reintegrate positive revolutions
that endo- and ecto-symbiotically evolve
dipolar co-arising life regenerating
holistic healthy systems.
Competitive critical events,
like stealing from and stolen from,
struggling between painful suffering of ego-self consciousness
and "positive deviant" stress,
self co-arising right-brained redactive eco-precociousness
Contention
seeking bicamerally balancing contentment,
joint cooperative ego-eco echoing
incoming/outgoing waves
of double-binding comprehensive co-passioness.
Primal
and yet stealthy
nonverbal structures
of cosmo-neuro-logical information
evolves bilateral-analogical exflowation,
cobinary
bicameral information co-redeems
transparently co-arising
EgoSelf+EcoOther resonant co-discernment.
"All money is a matter of belief"
said Adam Smith,
As all embodied wealth value
is synergy
for relief from self-isolating mind sorrow,
said Now MindTime to Here BodySpace.
Transparent matters
of historic linear human progress belief
square-rooted in herstoric matriculture's transparent
vulnerable co-communing energy
invites co-gravitational trauma relief
from eco-political dissonating stress.
I love my prodigal self-infested son,
perhaps somewhat more than he yet has capacity
to love his wounded womb progenitor
speaking up and out
for restoring and restorying healthy
wealth of peace.
In macroeconomic wealth
we express mutual namaste
for robust ecotherapeutic global climate resilience
co-arising
microeconomic bio-ego-logical WinWin cooperative
health-care resonance
Restoring macro-global cooperative wealth
without retributive individual micro-egological loss
of resiliently wealthy Yang/Yin
bilaterally co-intelligent
eco/neuro-logical resonant health.
I am the color that stands for love.
I am the hearts that fill up your box.
I am the rose that sits on your table.
I am the dress you wear on a date.
I am the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped package.
I am the stripes on the American flag.
I am the sign that warns you to turn back.
I am the anger on your face.
I am the pen on your test, “F”.
I am the horns on your biggest fear.
I am the color that stands for love,
But I am also the blood that drips off your knife.