Best Taproot Poems

Wild Indigo...
Color of my third eye
Elevates my soul
To universal realms 
Of blissful peace.

July 3, 2017

Baptisia Australis or Wild Indigo:
Has a mild toxin that makes them...

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By Dawne Zacharias

The sexual roles have been reversed, woman now lead the home, men follow.

Men, Can you return and become in all righteousness, the leader...

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Let's say I am an anthropocentric terrorist.

What would we be saying? 
And isn't that redundant somehow?
If terrorists are ethnocentric,
does that not also require you to...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this...

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Gratitude
A co-empathic sense of trust,
awe,
appreciation of echo-resonant
deep-listening resolving life.

Gratitude 
Autumnal taproot harvesting spring-hope,
just as summer's nutritional maturation
unfolds Origin of fertile decomposing mindfulness.

Gratitude
Why Thich Nhat Hanh...

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Father solar systemic Sun Time
and Mother Earth's Space
regenerated RNA 4D spacetime, 
reiteratively sensed
echoing through our dipolar DNA fueled
omniscientific
omnisciently empowering
Right hemispheric temporal memory
of Information's Harmonic String...

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'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst...

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Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life

For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's...

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monsoon’s end
patches of emptiness
on the evening moon
 
sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon
 
harvest moon
a path of lantern traffic
to the farm hill
 
harvest moon
taproot of...

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64 YEARS
~~~*~~~

64 years,
from puberty to the present.
64 years,
I have witnessed mans ignorance!
64 years,
of each other, cultures, colour, and creeds.
64 years,
of no respect for nature, man...

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Chorus X 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment...

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Where are my richest arteries
for struggling with
as, in, through
fertile flowing 
cooperative co-mentoring 
light?

Where is that  taproot
going in to deepest routed
Christic song eco-balancing dance
crossing Tao's...

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I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat
          So pregnant with the surge of life, anew
 ...

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I am just a tree
So be my taproot
Not leaves that fall
When seasons shoot
Their bullets of fall

I am just a man
So be my life
Not a wife...

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How the seasons change, my friend!
I found myself today,
admitting what I might have done,
had fate not clogged the way. 

And, truly, I have always thought,
that...

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