I think that I shall never see
a poem lovely as a tree-
with branches lifted, prayerfully
toward the sky so artfully,
braced by a trunk, which faithfully
brings forth the vital energy
from root's unending synergy-
sustaining life, praiseworthily.
Soft breezes start a symphony;
limbs conducting musically
with green leaves rustling joyfully
to whispers of wind's rhapsody.
An ode to nature's pageantry
presenting rhythm flowingly-
a poem, lovely as a tree-
I think that I shall never see.
February 7, 2020
Theme: "I think that I shall never see/
A poem lovely as a tree." - Joyce Kilmer
Atheism,
without patriarchal narcissism
but more matriarchally cooperative,
polyculturally impassioned,
is not necessarily multiculturally anti-theistic.
Theistic
need not be an abbreviation for monotheistic rootedness,
but could remain androgynously agnostic
to include more widely pan-theistic
and more deeply suggest poly-theistic healthy wealth
nondualistic his/her-storied outcomes
strongly felt
and more flowingly thought
transparently and vulnerably outside
our own repressed RightMinds.
Theistic and A-Theistic
Truth and Beauty
Ethical and Aesthetic
process theologies
are co-relational ecological wisdom
Transposed into Ego/EcoSystemic Therapeutic CoArising Theory language
which speaks up and down
perpetually rooting for Resilient Game Theory
In this WinWin cooperatively regular game
of living Earth-restoring justice,
our goal strongly and flowingly favors resilient health
robust ego-flavors and multi-ecolors
over reiterating Win/Lose violent monocultural gaming business
as unfortunately and suboptimally far too toxic usual
due to deductively disassociating LeftBrain wealth of elitist words.
Standing upon it without thought passing each day,
Our terrain serves our continuity, preserving sway.
Preparing spectacular topography to which display.
Characteristics of different hue, glorious and gray,
Whispering air flows throughout the world in peace.
Silently it moves at times, often seeming to cease.
Constantly circulating in every aspect of its lease,
Violent it may become with a destructive release.
Spontaneous combustion, never proven to be,
Powers of the flame, necessity for you and me,
Discovery of fire was easy, produced heavenly.
Captivity, tricky of this beast, fire was born free.
So much abundantly occupying our spaces so near,
Producing different cultural life, to enjoy and fear.
Securing borders for explorers to travel our sphere.
Our closest boundary, but not, our final frontier,
One irrigates land, one separates flowingly diverse.
One feeds the source, only as fuel to burn, intersperse.
Talent bubbling up from ghi
Forming a sensual column of curling
fluting to wings in fast hug of rising
A smoke ring to shape in high moment of pleasure
Not yet a burden fast turning to work
Following grain of a life time of reaching
out of cold earth into shimmering sunlight
Like rippling watery history flickering
Into sensations far beyond feeling
Fingering flowingly timelessly reeling
In breath holding thrall of instant creation
stand back and look at what need has resulted
wonder where when this surrender occurred
A try at speaking the joy and torture of creation
telling where it comes from and how it slips
from experimentation to addiction
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