Why does stepping into another's well-told story
fade away my own?
Until I glance away from screen
or page
or exterior speaking voice?
What if my unmediated life,
unwritten and unplayed
with untold anonymity,
were the entirety of my actual spiritual journey?
While all I have read
and watched on screen
of others' creation and destruction stories
are sacred scripture,
divinely inspired
as humanely perspired,
alternative paths and ways
of speaking to and for my own shared resonant voices,
light and more darkly fearsome.
What if biography
were ecological history
of natural,
yet also spiritual,
sacred development?
Written scripturally small,
speaking in still small eisegetical voices
of inspired natural resonance,
fire with water,
ExegetingEarth with revolving,
absorbing,
creolizing enlightenment.
Why does stepping into another species' creation and destruction story
fade away our sacred ownership?
Categories:
eisegetical, art, environment, health, integrity,
Form: Prose Poetry
This ancient apposition
between fear and love,
distrust and trust,
where fear reigns, love has already faded into too-distant hope;
where love co-redeems,
fear can naught but evaporate.
Such dipolar oppositions wear newer wings
of healthy permaculturing wealth
and impoverishing WinLose anti-systemic pathology.
These speak in transliterating dialects
of trusting regenerate truths
and distrusting degenerating dissonance,
arrogance,
confusion,
apathy,
absence of sustaining interdependent curiosity,
dipolar co-gravity.
Those who dance through bilateral designs
of permacultural influence
for polyculturing love's integrative outcomes,
extinguish LeftBrain's angry mono-political fears
of disintegrative eisegetical outgo.
Categories:
eisegetical, destiny, earth day, fear,
Form: Prose Poetry
Said Harvard to Bucky
we feel quite so lucky
your genius on campus
has caused quite a ruckus
but this time we're sure you're less mucky;
And yet we're not sure
which department could endure
your thesis exegetical
your wisdom eisegetical
of what is and is not we're less sure.
Perhaps you're a poet
and the last ego to know it,
you thought this was science
mixed up with con-science,
poetically versed to think and show it.
When Bucky writes meta-physical science
we read him as physical conscience
and that could be fine
it fits with his rhyme
of teleopathic resonance.
There once was a Fuller who prehended
a Special Case universe co-prehensile
Earth fractal embrace
wears polymathic face
as synergetic wisdom's eco-tensile.
Categories:
eisegetical, humor, math, nature, philosophy,
Form: Limerick