Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
A Real Bodhisattva
A bodhisattva is the Buddhist equivalent
Of a warrior for Christ, who is well on their way
To being Christlike themselves.
Of course there are many degrees of bodhisattva
From those who only have the wish to be
To those who actually are.
Literally millions are examples of the former.
The Dalai Lama is a good example of the latter.
Real bodhisattvas are rare.
Their hallmark is infinite love and compassion
For all beings
Combined with deep insight
Into the true nature of reality.
This week the world lost a real bodhisattva
In the form of a young American patriot,
Who at just 31 years old
Had successfully reached a whole generation
Galvanizing many young people
To critically look within
And embrace traditional American values
Of family, honesty, integrity, openness,
Love, tolerance, inclusivity, and faith.
And for this he was martyred.
The world is a better place
For having known Charlie Kirk.
But it is certainly not a better place without him
Unless we take up his mantle
Take the torch, and shield and sword
And become real warriors of Christ
Bodhisattvas in the army of truth.
(9/12/25)
"People of the future
while you are reading
these poems, remember
you didn't write them,
I did"
Ted Berrigan
Everyone must
be Free
for all
to enjoy
the full
fruits and gifts
that freedom
bestows upon
the many
inhabitants of this
illustrious planet.
We must all
be given
the right
to live
our lives
in freedom's glow
with Peace,
prosperity and happiness
for everyone
From the Book of Integral Democratic Change
Straight White ego-patriarchal
colonizing
predative
mountainously universal
SunFather Poles
And unstraight
unwhite
uncapitalized
unmeaningful
secularized
shaded
merely ecofeminist
Yin-valleyed
EarthMother Unitarian Holes
Have become
Patriarchal
LeftBrain dominant
Either/Or Win/Lose risks
And yet also
Matriarchal
RightEarthMind prominent
Both/And Win/Win
warm wombed wet opportunities
Depolarizing bodhisattvas
respectfully
warmly
unconditionally
appreciating Holonic
Open-Systemic
EcoPolitical Integrity
Natural/Spiritual resilience,
body/mind resonance,
secular/sacred co-empathic
win/win Left/Right
Top/Bottom
EarthHealthy organic natural 1 poles
fill wealthy holonic
spiritual not not-0
root co-empathic chakra
for ego-wealth
of eco-health,
Win/Win resilient potential.
The greatest lovers on Earth
never have sufficient time
to invest in competitions
to count how much love returned.
The greatest bodhisattvas
engage EarthTribe muses with co-empathy
soulfully redeeming pronoia purpose.
Great messiahs
do not quiver at death's dividing door,
where ego identity gives way
to more interdependent integrity
reaping how we have been sewn
togather reweaving health-acclimated wealth
of multigenerational memories
Priceless revolutions
of EarthTribe's organic evolution
born under SunGod's profoundly inclusive enlightenment
inviting Earth's most nutritious loving outcomes.
Our greatest lovers,
SunGod co-arising GaiaEarth,
golden ruling and coitally engaging
wisdom's most deeply rooted reborn stories
Without suffering or longing
in great belonging's timeless trust
organic EarthTribe's relentless lust
returns love's eternal peaceful life.
.
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
SATISH VERMA
In the garden of bodhisattvas
The heart sings the rapture of trees,
Of gems from the earth,
Opening in effervescent
splendor and wonder.
A cacophany of suffering
Sings its siren's song
As the ground trembles
With the morning's first light.
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