The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
Within soil's silent phrases
love would love to find flesh
hearing what Earth repeated
timelessly amused again
with pregnant pauses
You know how touching feels
yet can't articulate sacred Mother's mantra
resonating octaves
of radiantly colored energy
empowering pitch
scale
shape
Sighted sounds
resounding sacred calculations,
masculine 1-sums
sniffing feminist 0-souls
with erect respect
Sacred views
unvoiced full spectral choice
profound
elegant
exquisite
intimately intricate
imaginations
Wise as ancient integrity
absorbs what hypocrisy divides
from Earth's well-timed warming powers
to inhale Sun's silent,
yet full sighted, light
rediscovering sounds
for soulful silenced
power
In between
silent phases
phrases
of Earth's moon
and tidal seas
and seasons
passion needs to feel us
deeply listening
Widely learning
what and why and when
Earth repeats Her fractal
timeless fractures
fusing sensory beats
Repeating
musing wisdom circles,
dancing spirals
fusing echoing silence
musing one timeless rest
not not noted
pregnantly again.
Eagles fly
Minds soar
While Eagle flies
soaring off ahead
echoing upriver cries
to where s/he became
back before
Egged on
Eagles fly
Fertile minds soar...
Integrity
pursues a sacred polytheistic journey
conjoining interdependent life
While integrity's sacred potential
remains a still emergent re-memory
health-wealth salvific optimizing
transcendent engoddessing
EarthTribal progressive
nonpaternal process
Of wombs incubating
co-passionate
eternally timeless
momentary being
becoming united
through humble-theistic
multi-regenerational co-relationship,
Both sacred We divine
co-passioning secular Me humane.
Minds can draw dividing lines
in different natural spaces
sacred special uniting places
for secular powering chases.
Nature makes poles
and power polarity,
holes
and light circularity,
bright yangs
and dualdark yintegrity
Which spirited minds refine
and natural bodies define
but integrity is not image confined
by these cooperatively determined lines
back through universally wealthy loves
uniting healthy interweaving lives.
We make cognitive distinctions
between quiet emotive attractions
and loudly ejaculative extinctions,
where feelings find
finely balanced tipping points
between what whole has been
and who will yet consecutively
consequentially become
spaciously reappointed
As we undivided are
whom we have been
and much
much potentially more
Beyond our favorite
bottom line integrity
privileged score,
healing Earth sacred weal
Wealthing wikitheistic wellness
when we stop drawing only straight
unwavering lines,
monotheistic bipolarities
to addictively adore.
While Truth listens in
passionate loving wonder
on the climax edge of raw sufficiency
Growing enough passion
to accept everyone
and every relationship as we are spatially here
and deep listening now
To perpetuate healthy striving
at the wealthiest edge
of compassion
sufficient for a peaceful EarthLife,
for unconditional regard
of whole
multiculturing
Beautiful Earth.
But, whether or not edgy
yet deep stretching BeautyTruths
fully extend compassion,
Beauty exists out in Earth-sided nature
as Truth does and does not
in Anthro-Enlightened/Indarkened spirits
Choosing me to feel this attachment
to Here/Now Beauty sufficiency
conjoining relationship with integrity,
solitude with solidarity,
As if I could not be healthier me
in some other place,
some other time
Nor as joyful,
communing with Truth's deep dark and light passions,
dispassions and compassions
For a trinity of honesty
transparency
vulnerability
emerging as a fractal
with restoring eco-just integrity
Relentless courage of curiosity
about both Beauty
and Ugly choices, ecological,
and Truth
and FakeIntegrity voices, theological.
Yawns and germs
are both contagious.
So are smiles and frowns,
happy and sad,
joy and mad,
right side ups
and left side downs.
As are
good news and angry stews
health and pathology
anxious and ease
wealth and poverty
investment and divestment
compassion and violence,
positive theological experience
and negative competitive ecology.
Punishment and healing
are both contagious.
So are
injustice and peace
retribution and restoration
clean and grease
degeneration and regeneration
dying and living,
hating and loving.
Sociology and Psychology
What I had majored in college was sociology,
And followed up with a minor in psychology;
Wife went ballistics;
Also took statistics;
Now am extremely interested in epidemiology.
Public health appears to be a central issue
and tendency now. What causes chaos and
terrorism is also astounding. Terrorism is
not a religious but a cult movement. What
other cults exist in America that you can
think of?
Jim Horn
Over 10 again.
Arm Bilateral Amputation
What he did was result of premeditation;
Several killed and others need sedation;
Major surgery,
With urgency;
One experienced arm bilateral amputation.
Trump has been naughty and not very nice,
And now the rest of us must pay the price;
Orange hair,
That at stare;
When you are looking will find much lice.
Jim Horn
Still over 10. Shooting for 4,600 mow
and on to 5,000 and number 3. You
must set goals.
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
climbing along the water's surface,
body turning on a skewer,
breathing bubbles,
exhaling fully,
metronomic to a viewer
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
fingertips, wrist and elbow angled
each below the other in turn
break the surface
then pushing forward
spinning the torso in return
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
catch before the full arm extension
pulling along the "railway track"
feel the water
hard on the forearm
and spinning the body right back
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
continue the stroke under the 'pit
pulling the elbow high and clear
uncock the wrist
pull with the triceps
whilst pushing the hand to the rear
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
lips breaking the top of the water
eye spying the rope of the lane
one sharp breath in
the wrist leads the way
to start it it all over again
stroke, roll,
stroke, roll,
breath
There's a mole in the middle of my belly
That gives me bilateral symmetry
For a belly dancer it might prove entertaining
Though that’s not my thing, I’m not complaining
Not a “new age” mole, this one’s a lifer
And it’s purpose I’ve tried to decipher
You see, mom had one too, in the same spot
And dad used to tease her about it a lot
He called it a “beauty mark” on her shapely figure
And he boasted she made it work sensually with rigor
So when I view this mark, I sense a connection
Genetically endowed by mom from inception
And though there’s no man in my life for a workout
Its strategic placement makes me refrain from growing stout
It’s the first thing men notice when I don a bikini
So I strive to keep the surrounding tummy teeny
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