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in the rusty tide animating bones
of deluded gods reaching for the lie
etched on eroded steles in dead lisps
licking flames of seers tossing guts
filled with blue and red fascists
infecting the hands of the curious
willing to taste microscopic spiders
gulping their blood pumping poisonous
chants of starlit fevers soaking doubts
in baptismal orgasms growing fingers
measuring spirits down to the remnants
of angels sleeping in cellars drinking
emotions of residents disheveling linen
drenched fear perspiring throughout eye
movements of broken nightmares straining
to be painted in fixed oil imbued with lead
thoughts cracking in corridors hallucinating
dripping madmen sharpening revolts smearing
screeching phrases fed intravenously milking
the life of beasts for ravenous wisdom awaits
cold to the heart thuds of silence defy adages
preaching surrender to the surgeon’s pride
flashing silver pain pooling mercury bulges
of phallic power parading atrocity elements
churning in the metabolic circumference of Gaia
digesting busts of Caesars forgetting Romana
as peace basks in the annihilation of metabolism
directing the jet-streams crossing sunrise
and sunset like catholic rites glossy and gilt
flat personages etched by bright children
bending down to surrender to the priests
speechless in empty piety moaning high-
ways returning in internal engines conbusting
beside Masonic erections adorned with devils
sliding between walls where innocence lived
yellowed pages of periodicals recall fabrications
stitched into the screens of televisions changing
until the entire hymn of Satan rests in every palm
Dwell oh hermit, in the vast, formless void,
seeking nothing, animating the heart,
whence no longer by wispy thoughts decoyed,
invoking grace, feel bliss ignition start.
The first thing we cognise is boundless space,
noticed not since our eye searches for form
but if steps toward heaven we’d retrace,
we must be receptive to love’s touch warm.
Lost in a dream world of our own making,
we no longer know that we’re living light,
so spend most of our life in fear quaking,
blocking God’s grace that ushers bliss delight.
Ceasing to react if we be but still,
easy then becomes soul’s ascent uphill.
Gardens,
like dreams
and other multiculturing complexities,
process
and sometimes progress into becoming ripe,
then unbecoming dormancy,
advent of and for regardening
redreaming seeds
preparing to further process
Perennial primal roots deepening into
new spring's progressive attachment
network of polycultural dream garden nutrition,
aesthetic nurture,
ethical nature,
animating spirit of Earth's co-arising power life.
Eden's original rising
and subsequent falling Garden
surrounds our GreenTribal Tree
of Ego/Eco-centering Life and WinterDeath.
The Creator's forbidden foreshadow Tree
of Good and Evil
is a secondary,
yet divinely co-inspired, Tree
on our LeftBrain monocultural way
toward reducing Life to Good
and seducing Death through Evil--
Dreaming up and down
Win to Lose evolutionary models
and capitalism's mono-atheistic further investments
in secularizing-commodifying Life
while spiritualizing accommodating Death;
praising win-win peace
while raising lose-lose Falls
re-enacting retributive divine greed,
detached disdaining injustice,
childish, perhaps adolescent at best, pettiness.
Evil, like Death,
is no more original
than the Great Fall and Eternal Winter,
whether we see and hear,
taste and touch
as divine Gardeners
or merely regenesis EarthTribal dreamers
of generic Spring uprisings
and Summer sensory climaxes
for Eden's Tree of cooperatively original EcoLife,
and secondarily hibernating shadows of Ego-Death
Waiting
like an original Falling spring
for our ecofeminist deep green learning RightBrain
Rising Up
like a new spring garden,
like a dreaming root-systemic Tree
of GoodLife win-win cooperative processes
and EvilDeath lose-lose competitive climate pathology
of and for further revolutionary
divinely inspired creations,
re-creations,
evolutions and devolutions
in Eden Gardens,
regenerative and degenerative dreams
co-arising good and evil fruit
absorbed by ecofeminists
and devoured by patriarchs
Together
equally interdependent
in good life
through evil death
EarthTribal loyalty,
interdependent global patriotism,
universal solidarity,
compassion,
love,
energy,
Original humane/divine co-arising attachment
and secondary wealth detachment
and tertiary green health reinvestment
in full garden cooperative enchantments.
Line of inquiry:
"betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
simply present, head-heart linking
dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
awareness became unblinking"
For contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
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In the hush where heartbeats softly blend,
A vibrant hum, where time and space suspend.
Each breath a bubble rose to the skies,
Awareness is sharp as if we’re born to rise.
The world emerges as petals in the light,
Where hermits dwell and drink from nectar’s bite.
On window sills of dreams that dare to soar,
We stand, mere men, yet feel the ancient lore.
With paths that twist as rivers through the earth,
Voices echo wonders whispering our worth.
The pulse between us thrums a sacred tune,
As daylight dances with the waning moon.
Her life is woven with threads of glowing grace,
A tapestry of moments we embrace.
We stretch in blissful peace beneath the shroud—
Of light and shadow mingling in a crowd.
In every flicker lies a call profound;
Our spirits fuse where silence knows no bound.
Yet still we feel—the tender ache of dreams—
That shimmer bright within reality seams.
So let us drink from this eternal stream,
Where head meets heart and minds ignite the beam.
In nature’s arms let every moment swell—
For here resides our truth—a living spell.
My dubiously protagonist Self
outgrows toward a co-invested
cooperative
co-governing center
A core UnWhite House communication center
Tao training for sacred positive
and trauma negation memories
Into ecologically
and economically
Right whole open
PanenTheistic MacroEconomic Intelligence
Amping up
co-relational win/win choices
through unconditional regard
of global
inside/outside co-discernment
voiced human choices
Ego AnthroPrivileged
by secularizing LeftHemisphere
health and safety cooperative wants
evolving old tired competitive addictive needs
to defend revolutionary
evolutionary win/lose theories
that predation is normative
whether in a win/win thrival opportunity
or in a win/lose risk to survival time
Not mentioning
survive together to thrive
communal co-empathic
win/win imaginations
empowering enlightened co-governance
animating long-term resilience histories
My intimately win/win highest and best
co-redemption narratives
feel like a sacred housed cooperative
trauma-free awareness
and copassionate intent
to live together EarthTribe curiously,
yet confidently,
win/win animated
sacredly together
On, but not overpowering,
my cusp of traumatic anxiety triggers
and co-therapeutic anticipated compassions
together deepending mutually co-invested
ownership and co-therapeutic
natural health and spiritual safety
intent
Calls my sacred housing cooperative images
merging projects for
and from
cooperative nondogmatic experiences
comforted by food and energy
nurturing resilience
Appreciating river-front environmental green
and clean
co-relational preservation
not at all bully mean
Historical-multicultural
Right-sacred/Left-secularizing
co-discernment spirit-mind/nature-body skills
of cooperative
co-governing communications
For green compassionate resilience
reproducing inside imaged
EarthPeace therapeutic homes
and panentheistic gardens
in/out-sided
wellness-rounded
competing mortal space
throughout immortal time
for EarthTribe's health-cultural
co-responsive resonance.
Not far, but when in touch I’m with the soul,
Should my inner vision slowly arise,
I see God in souls struggling to rise,
I see the same soul animating all—
In trees forlorn and lost as in desert,
In mother's selfless love do I see him,
In dreams she dreams and struggles to redeem,
I see Him in mind's mirror cleansed of dirt,
And in humanity’s selfless judgment,
In a poor man's precious last piece of bread
That he feeds a hungry dog, heart and head,
In every life from ant to elephant,
In thorns I see Him as much as in rose,
In friends, feel-hearts much as aliens and foes.
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Sonnet |12.05.2015| God, spiritual
Soul Consciousness
Is it the consciousness of the soul we seek?
Or the “conscious” mind in search of its “soul”.
For the soul resides in the eternal unconscious,
is ever present in the eternal – present – moment’s
subtle “animation” of the physical,
stimulation of the mental.
My soul…..the essence of my being
has existed for all of time,
is but a particle of the whole
an aspect of the “deity”,
a facet of creations desire for fulfillment
seeking union with its purpose.
My soul is consciously aware
of creations incompletion,
of the need for men and women
to acknowledge themselves
as the envoys of creation,
unite in bringing the state
of heaven – on earth.
For the extrapolation of the words
“and they were in one place with one accord”
would bring into effect a
vibratory validation of the belief
that “we souls” have a responsibility
to sound a conscious tone
in word, in action, in living
not bound by the strictures of a credo
but of a soul consciousness
vibrantly animating our being.
John G. Lawless
5/22/2016
Animating attention in thought rested stillness
Beauteous bliss beats ushers elixir of wellness
Cajoling head and heart to entwine as lovers
Decoyed not by deluded desire that hovers
Emerging from darkness emitting soul’s light
Forging a pact with heaven heightening delight
Garnering hitherto hidden wisdom by God’s grace
Hosting life flow with nonchalance, empty like space
Illuminating our core, holding truth in close embrace
Judiciously and mindfully treading softly on earth
Kiss of bliss renewing rapture in bubbling mirth
Luminescence of presence our quintessence
Magically manifesting love’s effervescence
Nameless, blameless soul, here for a sojourn
Osmotically draws magnetism, a benign bliss burn
Presence witnessing how our false self falls away
Quelling cravings of ego that causes us to sway
Recognising the truth of our Self in singularity
Sconce of love held firm in head-heart parity
Taming duality to get to crystal clear clarity
Understands that life is but a lucid dream
Venting emotes that our heart does stream
Waxing and waning as does the beauteous moon
Xenial vibrations assimilated that we joyously swoon
Yearning without desiring and seeking without craving
Zestful at all times, vibrance of bliss on heart engraving
What lies between the ticks of time?
The pause between heart beats pulse?
The eye sight missed when you blink?
The still moments when you are breathing neither in nor out?
Our body's attempt to keep pace is flawed
by the mechanics we deploy to defeat entropy's cost
to defray the inevitable decay
of the material universe
to maximum disorder, randomness and uncertainty.
To keep up, to stay alive,
to build and maintain
structure and order is costly,
as it defeats for a faction of time,
the universe's purpose
which is inevitable continuous decay to disorder
without pause,
without hesitation
without disruption or interruption.
It is within the momentary pauses
that we, the incessant, get our way,
animating an innate vibrancy
to resist the decay all living things face,
and struggle against,
to a totally disordered state,
lifeless and decayed, on doomsday.
We go through waking, dreaming and deep sleep,
imbibing impressions in accordance with our awareness,
strangely making peace with our self-evident ignorance,
living by instinct, investigating not the truth of our being,
content in nurturing aspirations of decaying body-mind.
Even though we intuitively recognise heart as our centre,
for that is where glimmers of love and light as yet sparkles,
we negate soul’s truth impulse and wallow in the shallows,
in bondage to the incessant cravings of wayward ego,
which offers neither joy in permanence nor wisdom we seek.
Are we an ephemeral entity hanging like a puppet on a string,
an organism seemingly sentient to relay impressions garnered,
a plaything of a loftier consciousness controlling our destiny,
including the way we think, feel, respond and enact our role,
as we flounder about oscillating between fears and desires?
We feel like an object within a dream conjured by a dreamer,
in that we are hemmed in by limitations and have no free will,
for as long as our mind is unconscious and heart unawakened,
we are simply drifting through life like a dead man walking,
full of deluded self-importance whilst knowing not who we are.
Now, if the character in the dream chooses to become detached,
nonchalant to outcomes and becomes a witness to its existence,
this silent rebellion by thought cessation ends the dream sequence,
whereupon the dreamer, the subject and the dreamed object merge,
that both as one awake together within the drama being so enacted.
Extrapolating from this line of intuitive introspective contemplation,
we opt to meld our head with the heart in resonation with love,
animating our attention in agendaless vibrance innate to our being,
bilocating between this here duality manifest and singularity unmanifest,
thus transcending by becoming both immanent and transcendent.