Polarity showed up tonight in the small white pill resting in my palm—assurance and biological impedance within the same small shape. My endocrinologist believes taking it will rebuild my bone's density, coaxing my body to better use protein, collagen, and various minerals in places where time and age have thinned my bone's structure. But the pill brings its own polarity: it promises stronger bones even as a wave of morning-sickness nausea steals my comfort. Still, I take it, gratitude and resentment settling side by side in my heart. I’ve come to realize that sometimes polarity isn’t abstract. It’s real as real can be with me coping with two opposing truths coexisting.
white stone of healing~
a tide pulls both ways inside,
moor and undertow
The past is a lesson, not a prison,
The past is a mentor, not a captor.
The past is a tale, not a jail,
The past is a page, not a cage.
The past is a foundation, not a stagnation,
The past is a phase, not a maze.
The past is a guide, not a slide,
The past is a map, not a trap.
The past is a chapter, not the answer,
The past is a teacher, not a tether.
The past is a story, not a worry,
The past is a friend, not an end.
The past is a history, not your destiny.
Last night there was a star stumbling in the sky
Mumbling like an imbecile cuz it was high
Each disrespectful word
Was totally absurd
It makes me wonder... what is wrong with this guy?
He has no clue how to write poems that make sense
Guess I'll chalk it up to his mind being dense
He's a turkey and a pig
or better yet, a prig
For lacking the quality of effulgence
Third density, here now on earth
Human experience
Discernment and joyous bliss mirth
Pure childlike innocence
Born thus, yet we lose it
Head, heart, love, perfect fit
Let’s rise to the summit
Serenity
Third density
06-September-2021
Quietus
I want to speak to you so badly
but I’m just going to sit here hoping
you’ll start the conversation.
Boys are so dense!
I even send an obvious signal:
I didn't pull out my phone and get all busy
the moment we were alone.
Duh.
Humans are supposed to be, Mother Nature’s caretakers
but it seems like, they just want to be undertakers
as all of our breeding, increases human population
that only leads to, Mother Nature’s destruction
Humans have become like, bacteria in a petri dish
forever spreading, with so much, human density
like being in a fishing net, just wanting one wish
to get out of this place, the human rat race
1. In matters of MATTER.
density is a function of SPACE,
and not of matter, or "things."
2. A propeller that's spinning will cut
Yet in a smaller space, the same will act as a wall
- not cut you or me, but push, or bang up against us
3. The earth is opening and closing so fast
Beneath our feet, we don't fall through
4. Think of how RADIO WAVES
come into our houses (we are diaphanous):
Yet, we're rather dense!
({land bound beings take solidity for granted, not birds; nor fish!})
shalom, shalom. E N J O Y because JOY is not isolated either. amen
Cha cha cha
Move to the groove
Feel that heat
Make your feet move
Sha sha sha
Jump in the rump
Let your mind
Be blinded from the jump
No no no
Hold off the cold
Give me away
Won't stay in this hold
Yes yes yes
Rush for the touch
Love that density
Sensibly, I'm in a rush
~Reecie
Rooted in rising aspirations
Left alone in a field of dread
Autumn glimpses of
Winter wind skies
Whither the harvest
of withering drive
Whether twas worth it
To be so alive
Standing silent
beside fruited seeds
Steadfastly set
in his ways
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