Health care begins when we listen to internal signals.
Oxygen in air we inhale gives energy for body functions,
Living is then set to a rhythm by routine exercise.
Ingredients of the food we eat chosen with care,
Self-temperance is then the key to good physical shape.
Tasting with liking each wholesome bite for nutrition,
Intuitive awareness helps choose the healthy options,
Comprehended sensibly these silently nurture the whole.
Hydration in ample measure washes the body inside out.
Enthusing vigor revives through rest after tiring times,
As the inner clock aligns with the advent of the dawn,
Languishing nerves are lavishly suffused by the sunshine.
Turning worry into prayer time offers the divine care,
Hopeful mind rests calmly poised with the trust in God.
A problem’s never just one face,
it lives in people, time, and place.
So POPIT shows a clearer view,
of what is old, of what is new.
The People side is their needs, their say,
the Process shows the steps, the way.
Information, tools, the streams,
together make the system’s schemes.
Technology may shine or fail,
its edges sharp, its pathways frail.
But when you map them side by side,
the hidden gaps can’t ever hide.
It looks so simple, box and square,
yet clarity is living there.
For every change, both small and fit,
begins by asking through POPIT.
A house will stand when pillars five
Are cared for so it can survive.
People – hearts that build the way,
Their trust decides if dreams will stay.
Organisation - bones and frame,
Without clear roles, all falls to blame.
Processes - the hidden streams,
That carry work, that shape our dreams.
Information - truth in hand,
The compass strong in shifting sand.
Technology - the tools we wield,
To plant the seeds in future’s field.
Leave one behind, the walls will shake,
The floor will bend, the beams may break.
Hold all as one, the home will grow,
Through storm and sun, through rain and snow.
Your garden beckons holistically,
Dig more holes please!
Deep, hollowed out, cavities
For springtime debunk, revival.
Your life is a lake
for you to walk around it,
always in the same direction -
never reversing course,
watching others swim
sometimes drown,
as the path will take you,
almost certainly,
to where you’ve started.
I was a Holistic Therapist
with oils and creams galore.
most clients were lovely
but some you had to ignore.
One came asking for 'extras'
which i answered with a threat
I said I'd throw his clothes outside
which I'm sure he would regret.
The thing that really bothered me
made me want to beat him down,
wasn't just the suggestion,
but he only offered me ten pounds!
Leery, scintilla, wrap me in this enormousness.
We've already undergone a mutual metamorphosis.
A Holocene, a drum, and an endlessly greening.
Ding, magnetic fields, the universe's blessing.
Smoke streams out of my smoldering core.
Dragonflies erupt from a hole in my sore.
Your eyes hue made me opine of the Atlantic.
Lepidolite composes my silvery muse in traffic.
Strands that were torn and a burning ember.
Hue metamorphosis is called color distemper.
Captivating exuberance pervades my body.
Your glow reminds me of the moon's embody.
Mutually magnify ourselves in each other.
We do, in fact, trust and respect one another.
Seen a sturdy string since a baseline level.
We have mapped a task for the post-rebel.
Written: December 19, 2022
today i tried reiki
and a woman with warm hands
washed energy from my head to my feet
with arms moving in figure eights.
i lay on the table like a woman about to be cut in half
and she ran up my spine in vertical lines
no one ever cured someone by pushing air around
but she seems so serious i can’t help but respect her.
i close my eyes and feel still
i can hear dogs–or are they coyotes?
i want to be the breath behind their teeth
i want to be the stone she holds between her palms.
she tells me to sleep with amethyst under my pillow
i tell her thank you
she knew my knees were bothering me
they hurt when they are straight.
i wanted her to tell me what was wrong with my mind
but i guess my knees are a start
and amethyst can’t hurt, anyway
what else can you do when you’re this desperate?
Churning of holistic sunrise,
churched by God above.
Preaching of vivid truth.
Gleaming eyes see it.
No words — baby crawls
into Father’s lap.
In passing of years
fiery reds, tangerines —
lost in translation;
the tongue lies.
At death’s incline,
impending groom
holds up the globe of the sky.
Like a newborn baby
with no teeth,
an innocent smile
resumes.
12/29/2020
What lies waiting
at the end of a self-made
independently empowered
self-invested
"pulled my own economic-political bootstraps"
life?
A unilateral
linear life,
like any persistent journey,
requires a destination
for returning in the opposite direction
In this lifeline
ego traversing eco-systemic destiny,
from regenerative forward
autonomous brighting light
to degenerating backward
interdependent dissembling
lack of remaining fight.
What happens
at the end of an emergent spiral,
rainbow,
expanding circle,
oval,
deepening square
and swelling out reverse-triangular power frame,
irregular and mysterious polygon,
other than a renewed beginning
into further rooted integrity,
shadowing memory of where we have been
together before
Another potential re-cycling
possible re-purposing
probable re-connecting
re-ligioning spiritual dusk
reaccumulating natural dawn.
Sacred EarthMother and Child,
bearer and born
to win together,
to not sin apart
No less true for elephants
and dolphins
and humans
and undemocratic sycophants
than owls
and solvent wolves.
Child rightbrain nonverbally born
to hear before seeing,
to internally feel
before externally touching,
to smell before tasting
sometimes win together,
sometimes sin apart.
For what purpose
MotherEarth and EarthMothers
but to deeply learn bilateral Winner,
prime composting compassionate health
equally codefining
ego/eco co-refining
co-acclimation,
Earth's perpetually regenerative celebration...
Green cultural opposite
of red fascist nihilistic
wealthy multicultural life denying
Sin/Sin
Lose/Lose nihilism,
climate change cynicism,
unhealthy womb denialism.
Angels within their delicate disguise,
Beckoning flights of the butterflies…
Mystical mosaics with enticing eyes,
Dreamscapes of ambiance will arise…
Kissing their lavender soulful skies,
In endless motions they harmonize…
In magical movements they hypnotize,
Flapping of their wings will mesmerize…
Frolicking upon fields they formalize,
Majestic Monarchs as they colonize…
Reflecting rainbows as they symbolize,
Secreting beauty to the early sunrise.
Oct.02.2019
Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
Music by...Frenmad
"Butterfly Kisses"
Placed 1'st...Thank You
Not all on earth has great allure:
Roaches, lice, bad eggs, manure.
On dung hills, yet, spring forth sweet flowers.
Therefore, ye wise, employ your powers
to see the world as one great whole,
its fairest face, its warts, an' all.
HOLISTIC
To learn tolerance and with it abide,
To select in whom to confide,
To share, to protect and to love,
And to pray, for strength from above.
To mellow with time as a treasured wine,
To forget and accept, and never regret,
To try to forgive and never to hate,
And to learn about life before it’s too late.
The matter between my eyes and my soul is for the materiali$tic
The depths of my soul only reachable by the idealistic
My journey thus far can only be described as realistic
Sometimes I wish my life was more simplistic
I have an aura that makes me spiritualistic
But the L in my name argues I'm more Logicalistic
I'm certainly not evangelistic
In truth I'm just moralistic
When it comes to being verbalistic
I like to think I'm intellectualistic
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