As my days grow shorter
time is seen as an enemy
in these moments of reflection
serenity becomes precious
Tranquility is sought
in the far horizon of each sunset
that leaves a hush in twilight
Where eyes gaze upon a world
with contentment
from the peaceful unwinding of memories
that drip slowly in the mind
to release the shadows of yesterday
So, they may drift away
and leave my soul with an afterglow
of harmony and fulfillment
This exaltation of rhapsody
will heal my heart
from the moss-covered stones
left along the way
Allowing my short days to grow longer
and see time not as an enemy
rather...an empathic sense of euphoria
No Forgiveness for the Cruel
"Look at me! I am what you created! I am exactly what you taught me to be!
No... no. Your unbridled aggression toward me? Your cruelty? It ends here. I have absolutely no sympathy left for you I was empathic toward you. Not a single caring thought remains in my hollow chest.
Do you remember when I cried? When I was broken on the floor, and you just walked right past me? You were supposed to protect me. You were my guardian! Instead, you stripped away my rights and stole my dignity.
So, no. I will not feel sorry for you. I will never, ever forgive you. Let the shadows drag you under, let hell take you away. Don’t come to my door!"
In the velvet ink of a cosmic sea,
Where the stars are stitched by destiny,
A Mantis rises from the garden floor,
To walk through a golden, celestial door.
?She is the Madonna, the chosen prize,
With the weight of the future in her eyes.
Not of Earth, yet born of its loam,
Searching the stars for a spiritual home.
A conqueror comes from a throne of chrome,
Kang seeks to claim what he cannot own.
While Rama-Tut watches the timelines spin,
Waiting for the godhood to begin.
A ghost in the wires, a silver shade,
The Swordsman’s debt is finally paid.
Through the Cotati, life blooms anew,
In a forest of emerald and starlight hue.
?The Prophecy Fulfilled
?She is the bridge between the leaf and the soul,
Making the fractured universe whole.
From the Avengers’ hearth to the Kree-Skrull fire,
She climbs the rungs of a heavenly pyre.
?No longer a pawn in a temporal game,
She whispers a secret, a holy name.
The Celestial Messiah is ready to rise,
Under the gaze of her empathic eyes.
?A myth written in panels, a legend in bold,
The greatest story the galaxy told
This one is not the insect of the garden,
But the Grand mistress of the Priests of Pama,
Raised in the shadow of a Vietnamese temple
To become the pinnacle of a human soul.
She refers to herself as a shadow, a distant third,
"This one" moves with a grace that humbles gods,
Finding the pressure points of the Thunderer,
Felling Thor with a single, practiced strike to the nerve.
Her green skin is the mark of a cosmic union,
A spirit merged with the telepathic Cotati,
The sentient wood and plant-mind of the stars.
She is the bride of a legend’s hollow shell,
Marrying the spirit within the Swordsman’s body
Beneath the watchful eyes of Earth’s Mightiest.
A mother to the Messiah of the leaves,
She is a fragmented consciousness,
Scattered across the universe like seeds,
Representing the freak, the mystic, and the Avenger.
She does not merely feel the wind;
She senses the empathic vibrations of the biosphere.
A predator of fate who saw the coming of Thanos,
Mantis stands as a jagged saint in the cosmic cathedral,
The mother of everything that will one day grow.
Radically erroneous monotheists
have mistakenly substituted
our co-infested
co-operative
co-invested
co-empathic pantheistic HolySpirit's
naturally healthy
resonant EarthTribal bodhisattva powers
of polyculturing communion love and peace
for messianically monoculturing luster
and loneliness
unnaturally unhealthy
irreligiously irritating dissonance
degeneratively devilish
and idolatrous
and disrapturously ecocidal
false-god demonic
anthro-supremacist power
Struggling to survive
against Othered
fundamentally erroneous monotheists.
… my moon in darkest night,
my fiery flame in candlelight
Comforting in the evening twilight
sharing dreamy days that might
bring us into future bright
… my empathic soulmate through tears
my defense against foul fears
Weathering good and bad years
following wherever Fate’s path steers
rejoicing in sweet starry spheres
… my best friend it’s true
my love for you grew
Meeting you once, I knew
loving came easy with you
now always together we two
“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
In the awareness anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the ephemeral principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential dreary desires,
untamed instincts envelope the psychic realm.
As the needle of perception compass breaks down,
the vortex of emotions drags the reflective mind
into the transitory tide of the entrancing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.
The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements,
suffused supremely with heavenly essence of love
within the benevolent sanctum of the harmonic heart.
Beneath the serene surface of fond feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images
on the fleeting screen of empathic mindfulness
that persists untransformed to portray affable emotion.
Under the multi-layered receptive stratum of awareness,
soul resides at the inner meditative depth of feeling,
where godly consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
reflecting enduringly the aura of bliss with divine glow.
Out of a dusty, destitute, monochrome world,
kindness is a technicolor yellow brick road.
Its pavement winds through perilous forests and fields,
leading to a glittering promise of hope and home.
Making the lengthy journey
requires kindness to others,
and being able to truly be kind
requires certain crucial components.
Kindness needs a heart for compassion,
without which no kind acts would happen.
Kindness needs a brain with empathic wisdom
for knowing how to meet needs of another.
Kindness needs courage for the hazardous times
when being kind is risky, even dangerous.
We need not always walk the path alone.
We meet companions along our journey.
With your heart and brain and courage,
will you walk that golden path with us?
(See also my poems “A Kindness Creed,” “Quantum Acts of Kindness,” and “Get Well Card to Kindness.”)
Falling down to my splintering knees,
Heaven or Hell, the stone will be cast.
Like whiplash, the ground beneath me begins to crack open
As my truth is played out against an apocalyptic backdrop.
Sins weighed against my empathic
compassion,
Caught in riptides of my darkness; will light save me?
Flames lick against my flesh as the vultures circle around.
Pleading to the heavens, I swear my truths are sincere.
I pushed back against those incessant inner
demons
As they flirted with the devil.
But my sanity assimilated, and I plunged down that pit.
Sins took hold, infecting, infesting; the damage that
was already done.
I plead for your unconditional mercy:
Don’t let the razor teeth tear me apart.
Tell them we are working hard
They will soon afford to buy rice
Show them our graphic evidence
Of rice pyramids. We are self-sufficient.
When they complain of hardship
Give them rice!
When there is rising unemployment
Add some more rice, I say
There's plenty of cassava too to eat.
If they plan to protest
And the workers want to strike
Pacify them with mudus of rice, right away
I know my people, they will shelve it.
All subsidies are gone forever
Taxes all around have come to stay
And when those rabble begin to grumble
Let the Custom open their stores
Of foreign rice to them. It tastes good!
My people are understanding
I have instructed them to tighten their belts
But if they questioned my extravagance
Give them state-sponsored rice
Sold at a subsidized rate.
Let them know we are truly empathic.
Not our fault about climate change
God knows why! We inherited banditry
Herders-farmers' clash, from our predecessors
But be assured when disaster strikes
Our response shall be swift
To distribute rice in camps of the IDPs!
Maria, your voice, a gentle guide,
In the darkest of hours, you're by my side.
With every word, a soothing balm,
You ease my storm, restore my calm.
Your kindness flows like a healing stream,
In your care, I dare to dream.
Compassionate heart, always near,
You listen close, you truly hear.
Through every struggle, every fight,
You bring me back into the light.
Empathy wrapped in warm embrace,
In your presence, I find my place.
One of a kind, you're heaven-sent,
Maria, my guide, my firmament.
My opinion is an option
Their preferences a mandate
Our midpoint an ambiguity
The victory tastes bitter
Only the failure feels better
I then call it an intriguing skin
They name it an awkward scene
The softer tissues on touch
An awful sensation in view
Hearing the rooster roaring
We all deserve no contempt
By integral effort attainable
For every purpose one intends
On the prowess one and all have
Leading all of us complacent
Afterwards evolves serial concerns
The triumph is like a strong poison
What this conquest by me?
The defeat is a solid medicine
Why should I surrender?
I ultimately subdue their sensations
As they intimately soothe my tissues
We share the devotion, not hostility
We act empathic without negligence
And the rooster keeps roaring
What did I take away
from summer camp?
Not COVID
this year,
nor the clap
of one hand ringing.
But, instead
a more resilient health
of authentic sacred wealth
TransFormative dance
singing integrity's great
synergetic
bromance.
Polyphonic men
mind and body embracing
polypathic gods
re-imaging polytheistic goddesses
engaging all us in-between
communal transubstantiations.
My own spirited mind
and strong natured body
transition
has not been solely limited by Others'
lack of win/win imagination
But also,
perhaps primarily
and primally,
by my own
win straight mind
lose ***** body
trauma story,
His-poled v Her-holed history
Mind blaming
and body shaming
Left hemisphere's lack
of co-passioned pleasuring
Right-now transcendent
peak co-empathic mystery
More resiliently inquiring--
What transformative longing
does bromance take away
from summer's sacred belonging
mind and body camp?
When he speaks
transparently
he feels co-passionate
as long as s/he appears
to vulnerably listen
Without Me v We risks
of retributive judgment,
body shaming
and mind blaming,
when he aims
to restore healthy cultures
and wealthy climates of peace
through win/win reassessment
Which may be why
music feels safer to sing
resonantly
when compassionate audiences dance
engaging pleasure's peak resilience
Co-empathic brilliance
of CommonSensed communion rituals
Wealth-enlightened minds
empowering health-embodied love stories
NaturalRoot/SpiritualCrown
wisdom recirculations
as old as
universal salvation
Anthro-passion cultures
unfolding/refolding
unitarian co-redemptive
Earth-pleasured body climates,
wealthy mindful singing
performance Now
within healthy bodies dancing
co-engagement Here
Receiving in
light's notations
while thrusting out
power's most sacred
invocations.
Written: May 03, 2024
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I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike,
I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike.
The colors shimmered in the first light glow,
Cleansed by nature's tears of the night flow.
The cracks and scratches of each passing day,
Rest below the morning mist, silky display.
Tattered torn edge of an aging landscape,
Blessed and healed by the kiss of dawn escape.
These scenes have opened my eyes before,
However, their insight remains in explore.
A truth, now revealed, from within my heart,
After haze, the sun's limber rays impart.
After sorting amid the dust life's sand,
An array of the exceptional grew at hand.
A solitary grain amid circular void space,
Never did I predict leaping ways in a trace.
I cast my heart aside into the ocean,
An indigo scope of a replica of devotion.
Brimming with tremendous vision,
A shimmering journey toward emotion.
I let out a sigh and gave in to its might,
The glowing streams of sacred insight.
Permeate me with an empathic fervor,
Gaze is off rays of a sempiternal usurper.
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