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Improvising Existence

Improv is an unscripted comedy form.
Starting with an idea for a sketch,
actors interact with each other,
making up things as they go.

As one person responds to another,
“No, but…” squashes spontaneity,
while “Yes, and…” builds the banter,
propelling witty action forward.

Quick and clever dialogue
promises even more to come.
Then, after finding an apt ending,
a brand-new sketch can begin.

Our lives are also unscripted.
Improvising our existence,
we react to evolving situations
with “Yes, and” for guidance.

Whenever feasible and appropriate,
say “Yes, and” to others and to life,
for enhancing enjoyment
while building community.

And even in our final moments,
we can still say “Yes, and” to death
since there is much more to come
when the new sketch begins.


(First published in Spirit Whispers: Eclectic Writings on Spirituality on Substack, 17 May 2025.)   

(Image by Monica Silvestre on Pexels.com.)

Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul

Igneous rocks moltened, crystallized, solidified 
rising towards the surface like a hot furnace 
Volcanic activity of the soul, conundrum of the heart 
rule out the mind and the body facilitates, erupts ! 

One transformative honest experience and we 
arrive at a gestalt moment of truth, we are  
both energies, ... "explosive and implosive"  
filled with adroitness and clumsiness alike 

Profound changes in ones individual essence 
can be an awakening of great disturbance 
Within the ring of fire, boundaries co-exist 
illumination is feasible if it is undeniable ! 

Magnetic moments in the soul reinforced 
through our dreams, hopes, and fears....
Owning both destructive and creative powers 
our souls do make choices each and every day 

Both volcanoes and souls contain openings 
and when the day of reckoning is near 
we either choose to lay dormant or explode 
it all depends upon our soul's barcode...

Elegant Simplicity of Klein Design

A vase,
simple, elegant
smooth symmetrical,
with only one side, surface
no inside nor outside, only in between
a narrow neck extends up from the bulb
twists back on itself to meld back into the vessel
with no perceptible seam, join or mark at the intersection 
moving over its surface tracing, seemingly left and right, is not feasible
the vase, no flower bears, it holds no air, no water, only nothingness
no rim divides the in from out, no wall circles roundabout
a trace becomes an endless loop circling back on itself
with no start nor end, no curve, swerve or bend
the design is for eyes-only to perceive
for hands and touch get lost
slip off and drift away
in the vacuous
hollowness
of Klein 
design

Zen mode

no mind games
we remain as we are
in our natural, blissful state

of course from time to time
we employ use of mind
just like any limb

our consciousness 
is not limited by thought 
or by function of senses five

fears and desires yet arise
as impulses always felt 
by organic form

we celebrate
all transient offerings
feasible because of earth life

yet at all times we are aware
that we are living light
here for a sojourn

Our dilemma

We’ve donned this form to feel love warm,
caged in space and hemmed in by time,
memory of heaven wiped clean,
so we feel helpless in life’s storm,
deadened to pulse of bliss beat’s chime,
light of soul remaining unseen.

To have the cake and eat it too
requires us to remain awake,
recognising life is a dream
but how then will rapture renew,
if awareness applies the brake,
on flow of love’s dancing moonbeam?

This is the quiz we need to ace,
feasible only with God’s grace.

Witch's heart

Nimbus sheathes, laden heart's dark swamps.
Gush the insides out, a hollow, eerie remain.
Crimson cascade moat round, forbid ramps.
Notions of brick and steel, power's sweet regain.
A firm cage hedges all woes of time's sharp pain.
Blithe strides bridge the cracks, prove feasible still.
No doors, no windows, locked in impossible will.

Impending

Moments become wet steppingstone
over a stream of consciousness.
At breakfast, a TV delivers omens
with a perky disposition.
Buttering grilled bread, distracted by normality,
slipping through the well-greased gears
of a self-made reality,
then a singing hint of burnt toast
ripples through suddenly aware
nostril hair.

What should you do today -
walk the mood off
or pray brother pray?

Will the monstrous appear,
its likeness --- cute and kittenish,
though even now
new velvet satanic horns
are already budding.
Will the fuzz and fur turn quickly
to scabs and scales?

Sinister left-handed slaps of hysteria
swipe the sweat from wrinkled foreheads.

In a room bereft of natural illumination,
a light on an open laptop is blinking,
imagination types a nightmare
on the underside of its blank screen.
Brains unchecked by reason,
swivel inside their bony portholes,
they search this way and that
for a more feasible fantasy

before this amorphous apprehension
emerges fully clothed
as an all too familiar
mirror image.

abrupt adjournment

I stay stationary, collapsed, in a room unlike mine
I stay bare, as I wait for my thoughts to align
the bloodied hand continues it's repetitive round
soon the dust in this chamber will have me drowned

my scaffolding will be unveiled before I accept
this isn't a hallucination because I overslept
I cry, I kick, I bite, I scream
I weep, I hit, my eye's they stream

my feet move my carcass for the very first time
so back to my predecessor's cradle, I can climb
the circle of life I complete at one and seven
and I hope to have again before I witness heaven

my consciousness a station that's only channel is you
I theorised us as true, not our love debut
the favourable and dreadful constantly contending
no speculation was given to our feasible mending 

I crave to be livid and despise your existence
instead I sympathise and empathise and acknowledge our distance
your presence and aroma was a familiar setting
with your forthcoming absence it's you I'll be forgetting

formerly I was craving your presence and touch
now praying to avoid your glance and clutch
dreading to glimpse dreamy eyes turned devil
as our look will never again be that special

Trojanesque

After nearly a year
Hamas released four October 7th hostages. 
Unfortunately, they're all deceased
tossed away, like ballast, from a sinking beast.

Will they be mentioned at the DNC
will they be remembered by anybody.
Does any still remember October 7th 
September 11th
the ghettos of Warsaw
or the ovens of Eichman

We have forgotten!

Trojanesque horses have entered through the globalist gate
purely in the name of a new world disorder of calamity. 
The elitist ribbon and perfume it as tolerance and diversity.
{Diversity only works when hate is taken out of the equation.
tolerance is feasible but only in the wake of a common vision.}
However, a large number of participants are cross-eyed or blinded.

There is an unhealthy growing tolerance for terror
but little empathy for the innocent and the common man.
The people have turned into sheep too frightened to speak
Herded by their master's into endless shadows
from which they'll not reemerge from their sleep.

We have forgotten but we'll soon be reminded...
by a maelstrom of mayhem and violence.

Brusa Crom

She discovered why he smiles
so pleasantly towards her.
But she couldn't allow him to
think anything permanent or 
futuristic. simply due to her lack of
not being anywhere attracted to him.
His freind told her to let him hear how
she cursed and smoke in front of
him: this would surely turn him off.
This would put any feelings towards 
her to rest. Yet neither to inspire or
encourage him she did so.
His stomach soured towards her without
any regrets or furthering. In fact he began
avoiding her. Compare the dlow or
transference of: to either counter or clockwise.
The nuclei comes together
as the perfect absorber Her words the linear
line equal to. Musicality related verbs in genre.
The Flow. he walz the Flow. 

The Quonset could be used. If Digging and Berming it
would be feasible and suitable for the task. The flat area
is unique enough for a house.

by: Dr. Moun Anion Ampere
Ensign Dynamic Inc.
A Company Electron Entity
of Brusa Crom Music LLC
Bundle and Game Matrix
of Blackbody Physics
and Subwoofers
Brusa and Kantanka
" Bassa De Tremble"!

A Gaze Into Space

Written: November 21, 2023
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Amid the shooting stars, there is a lot of zeal
While satellites start spinning in various ordeals
Even blinking lights on the aircraft while in flight
Boost the vibe and thrill stargazers with delight.

Over the day, the sun swings from east to west
The stars in the sky seem to be taking a rest
But at dusk, when the earth appears to sleep
I eagerly await the night to uncover its awe-deep.

Their light cuts so deeply into the abyss.
Lifting our tired minds out of a deep remiss
They whisper wisdom that only sages can hear
Leading us on an adventure without fear.

Winds whispering, a breath, a soft kiss
Grasping leaves in serene nature bliss
Each zephyr conveys secrets across the air
Unbearable layers of love are beyond compare.

Stars dance unfettered amid the vastness
Often pondering sitting with skeptic madness
Is that a star or a satellite? Am I seeing beauty?
It's feasible for love, as a torn face, to seem sooty.

Defying Translation

a gentle breeze
arises from within
time for bliss beats
dance divine to begin

our ever present meditation 
made feasible by rapture
is an ethereal romance
mind cannot capture 

pulse of our being
mirrors a mindful eye
there remains no seeking
but still our heart does sigh

emerging from the chrysalis 
completion as yet awaits
soundless bliss thunder
within form pulsates

transmutation of form
slow, lingering bliss burn 
in staid stillness we so feel
magnetised nodes within churn

it is futile to attempt to delineate
bliss mist that makes us sway
it is a surreal magnetism 
divine romance at play

Hypothesis Worth Testing

One day I sat silently thinking, 
"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion,"
and realized that old adage is completely all wrong.
Opinions produce nothing of value,
and can be potentially dangerous too,
so no one is entitled to their own opinion in truth,
if only the above an opinion will produce.
If your opinion is in regard to a particular problem,
then follow up your opinion with a feasible solution.
Now it's no longer your opinion.
Now it's your hypothesis worth testing,
which could very possibly lead towards a proven solution,
but an opinion alone, on its own produces absolutely nothing.
"Keep your opinions to yourself,"
unless you have a hypothesis worth testing to back it as well.

It All Happened Forever

Scholars say that it rained for a thousand years
(forty day and nights being a poetic way of saying same),
it is feasible that the oceans began as puddles and pools
then the world turned wet.

Thomas put his finger in the wound of the crucified Jesus
thousands of years later
a Roman soldier stands upright bewildered
the tip of his spear glowing
like a morning star. A body was spirited away
when they caught him napping.

Men have been to Mars already, just not us,
different time zones crash into infinity.
We are still building spaceships to explore who we once were.

I write crazy poetry in a history book
that has no date nor time lines.
Poems happen in 'out of the body' moments.
History is our future being recorded. A poem
is a time traveler in a steam punk movie the mind
invents.

It all matters and nothing matters. Visions emerge
as our truth.

A Glance

It is much feasible that
         when you look at me
       unstudied, and from exterior...
     never perceive  real me from within...

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