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Written: September 21, 2023
Immanent yet transcendent Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
God is both fully transcendent and utterly immanent – extensively beyond us but genuinely with us. By Poet.
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In a realm where lucid dreams spring alive.
Where the whispers to the cosmos derive
There lingers a dance—divine and bright.
Of immanent and transcendent eternal flight.
One's essence is intrinsic, or immanent.
It starts with every breath—cease is imminent.
No vitality can be razed, hence being infinite.
Every grass blade or hazard tear is then intimate.
Transcendent, preposterous afar and wide,
Beyond the circumscription of earthly stride,
Soaring through the cosmos, stars in its wake,
A cosmic symphony, a celestial shake
In this sempiternal dance, they entwine,
Immanent and transcendent, a union divine,
Akin to yin and yang, they equipoise and sway.
Prevailing us on our journey, day after day.
A soft breeze carries the imminent susurration of life.
We're fiddling with our souls and frisking our strife.
children's squealing in an accomplice's embrace.
Immanent imbues us with beauty, love, and grace.
Transcendent calls in the depths of a scarlet sky,
Heaving us hovering to the heavens up high,
In the grandeur of nature, in a sunrise hue,
Transcendent shows us there's plenteous anew.
Immanent and transcendent, a cosmic pair,
In the prance of life, are everlastingly there,
In the depths of our animus, they reside.
Wielding us in a woebegone, wondrous ride
Immanent, the divine within our reach,
Transcendent, the infinite beyond our speech,
Together, they weave the tapestry of existence.
In their dance, we find purpose and significance.
immanent and transcendent, a harmonious blend,
In each moment of their presence, we apprehend,
They remind us that we are a crux of kernel grand.
A universal symphony, a seraphic chaste band
So prance with immanent and transcendent,
Embrace the blithe and beguilement; be besant.
On the wisdom they offer, the love they bestow,
In their gyre and gambol, our souls shall grow.
Don (ta) Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
written September 19th, 2018, and following words still ring (more true) today – exactly six years later.
The then forty fifth prez
of United States of America
best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breeches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker punching leeches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a blue's clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scooby Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos (er...
rather Inuits) in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu,
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q"
before Wharton peer review.
Don Ask Me 'Bout Exacerbation Of Trumpeted "FAKE" News
The prez best get sent packing
to Lake woebegone
forced to coexist amidst University
of Pennsylvania Dutch
men in breaches
(May Apple lie)
swampy netherlands awash
with bipedal hominid
sucker pun ching leaches
where within every
whirled wide webbed
nook and cranny
Nietzscheism reaches,
and survival of fittest
iz basic credo,
and dogmatic ethos,
analogous to an apprentice teaches
a most frightful distortion of facts,
and make up mistruths
indiscriminately bandied about
said alarmist blatant LIES
blithely stated with dangerous clout
appearing oblivious and totally
clueless without a doubt
punctuating with doubt Thomas
pettifogging questionable details
FALSE exclamations
generating fear with mindless
ignorance exaggerating protocols
as he doth emphatically flout
begetting, engendering,
and inflicting emotional gout
nothing accomplished by
hash tagging him a "LOUT"
and more opprobrious affect
would ensue anew
undeservedly praising him,
whose animus toward
Democrats would brew
but no matter what (tick)
tack toe taken,
he got nary a clue
about vital issues,
which lack of insight
even Scoobie Doo
would agree, heck the Americans
may as well install an emu
with more positive
forthcoming results,
cuz dis dope head like hellacious,
ludicrous, pernicious evils
in Pandora's box flew
his every actions
destroying essential glue
that sets this country apart
approximating Democracy, where hue
mans comprise melting pot,
whether Eskimos in their
(fast melting) igloo
gentile, heathen, or Jew
experience limitless
pasta billet teas
applying their new
dill (aptitude) reaching
titular status of parvenu
especially trumping proper, "P's"
and most every "Q."
Who we pray to,
what we worship,
these are less important
than what we worship with,
whom we pray with,
and never against.
Yet, who we pray with
feels less important
for global peace
restoring Earth's great
timeless justice,
than whom we refuse
to pray with,
and sometimes,
on our worst days,
insist on judging against
And whom we have
crossed a highway
or mine field
to pray with
is more important
to personal health
and Earth's wealth
than whom we are willing to pray for
only from a safe distance,
and only on our most charitable days,
generously impassioned nights.
How we pray
with mouth
mind
heart
sensory body
hungry gut
passionately rooted soul,
psalms and chakras
of deliberating
dialogical sound,
This primally matters
in reproductive relationship
co-arising animus mundi
in spacious
unspecious anima prayers
with and from indigenous
wisdom for and above
below deep
and wide humanity's
best divine prayers
Passion stories
of how active prayer
embraces intimate narratives
of speciated
sacred
solidarity
Rooted in remembering
who we pray to
remains eternally less important
than whom we cooperatively
compassionately play with,
and never ugly against.
I remember all my houses.
I relive all my homes.
I conjure, cottage conscious,
my dreamscape flickering poems.
I easily abide the dream doctrine.
I rub grainy textures,
the memory of my earliest cabin.
I summon my first adventures.
I begin impetuous, scribbling every wall.
I explore sensation with little heed.
My dwelling becomes a stew of scrawl.
My touching tapping tests often bleed.
Later, I occupy the Winchester Mansion.
Edifice under construction, I feel safe here
until I find my wraiths doing the expansion.
Their treacherous handiwork stokes my fear.
My being so unsettled, so unstable, I must flee.
Adrift on the River Styx, I espy a twinkling domain.
“Love Ranch” reads the neon sign beckoning me.
Will this love sate a soul? Is it sacred or profane?
Carnal candy in dank chambers feeds a moment.
These hetaeras thrill me at the prompt of an algorithm.
Not at fault, their commodified love can’t end my torment.
My swirling turmoil phantoms take over this asylum.
Deep somnambulism now carries me to the house of mirrors.
Here, I behold my container, my proprium from every angle.
Curved and twisted glass reflects my contorted terrors.
While smooth, flat surfaces repeat my animus anima tangle.
After all these trials, I accept my multiform essence.
Accumulated psychic scrap, I reimage it in every dream.
This doctrine reveals we are never a single presence.
We impart mental habitats, our revised collections in an
endless stream.
Future Searching:
Why do YangBrain domination problems
recognize YangYin bilateral WinWin
resonant health resolutions?
We can deductively search
back in our own life-lines
to when we last felt we lived
within Ego/Eco peace
and restorative justice
healing times,
space,
organically connected place,
holy absence of Win/Lose retributive race.
We each,
alone,
as couples,
extending families,
neighbors,
community residents,
can engage deep PositivEnergy Democracy,
Ego/Eco sacred logical learning.
We can each
imagine ecology
historically rolling time backward,
seasonally spiraling multigenerational
multicultural
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic life-lines
in multi-regenerational reverse
of most resilient 4D RealTime.
Trees cannot do this.
Nor birds.
Or maybe they ElderRight-Left collateral can.
I cannot remember a co-invested time
when I could have doubted such well-seasoned solidarity.
But, for each innocent Us,
our last WinWin memory
of childhood
or beloved adolescence,
or mature healthy mentoring adulthood,
or WiseElder cooperative
creolizing moments
deep knowing LeftBrain ecology
as also Sacred RightBrain organic developmental theology,
rooted in Gaia as EarthParadise
solar and lunar
multi-regenerational experience,
feels inductively seductive,
non-reductively together wanted
longed for most
to become to-gathering
a unique and cherished enlightening sweetspot,
a sit-spot
of active contemplation
walked Ego and talked Eco
PreBeginning our WinWin
more than WinLose
joining toward Earth's Yang-Yin WuWei
BiLaterally BiCameral BiLancing
Ego/Eco
Therapeutic ZeroZone time ourselves
Within re-imaged Space
secular/sacred EarthParadise Place
polycultural-polynomial-polyphonic
WinWin Revolutionary Race
Toward equity of EgoHealth,
patriotic western animus,
and EcoLove,
MatrioticEastern AnimaMundi
grace,
love,
positive karma,
Gaian Hypothesis Ecology,
GoodNews ZeroZone CoRedemptive Theology.
Resonantly mythic mystery
lies within each ZeroZone cusp
of nature seeking spirit,
secular finding sacred,
ecologos transubstantiating theomythos.
Morning brews sunrise colors-
yolk yellow seeping over
edges; light sterling silver
strung; rubbed linens ironed
across the rim. The creatural
world-a lime olive, sea blue
cup- has a view from space:
mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep.
Sienna red flames bedewed.
Aged worn cotton tinctures-
the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles
are mountains, hills, cliffs ingrained.
Threads netted- the indigenous
lives captive-evolution.
They tat the stretched skies, royal.
From beats the animus- birth;
sprouting; feathery gardens
open to the sun. Roots plow.
Volcanic lands thrust- beryl
hues are the telluric gloss
of... diamonds. Hope. Pearl flushes-
scents of the wash of Summers.
Peach -brown malts- inebriation
of puissance. Grains reaped, ablaze
in Autumn afternoons. Stoked,
ground into mealy givings.
Marl nectare, fertility.
Corollas of heaven- O'Keefe.
Secularization of nature
begets secular demotion of sex
rewinds reminds reversing time
before Western therapists
of ego issues beget eco-healing medication
including secularizing meditation
into mind full of LeftBrain dominant
patriarchal capitalization,
commercially marketed commodification
of what were once more private worship services.
Reducing sexual cooperative co-investments
to merely natural reproductive lust
or untouched genital bust
is a LeftBrain reductive Nature v Spirit sin
against Holonic Animus Mundi,
EcoWomanist Yintegral Flow
of open nonverbal
bilateral ego/ecosystemic
co-empathic
co-binary Holonic Nature/Spirit
ego/eco-binding attachment feelings
Divine climaxing integrity
and humane humbling memories
of fully engaged authenticity
mirrored in our Yang/Yintegral reconnecting
remembering
re-imaging sexual activity
of sacred Muses
embodied music and rhythmic dance,
fractal
frictive
flowing sexuality.
Sexy
jazzy
gospel good authenticating news
could reduce secularizing
traumatic
reductive
estranged stress disorders,
negative pathology,
unhealthy lack of democratic synergy
spiritually re-natured energy
mindful sacred/secular
inductive/deductive integrity.
Bazookas In The Bed
We have a mosquito problem
It’s in our house. It never ends
There’s nothing we can do but shoot them
Then shoot them over and over again
You see…You understand…They’re not our friends
Potions, tonics, sprays all make them happy
It gives them strength to multiply
We’re looking to make their lives less comfy
Less pleasant less satisfied
It’s not from animus or hate
Shells and ammo is the case. It’s simply fate
And to that end
I stay up late at night and wait
7 bazookas by my side and sights are ready
And from my bed in the deepest dark
I fire at will! I fire straight!
The idea is not to simply kill them
Though that would be so very great
But to make them really really dead
With bazooka fire power from my bed
Femininity - Anima
Sweet femininity was formed in Eve,
before thrown from the Garden for her sin;
engrained in souls by God, I do believe...
the essence of true womanhood within.
These female traits present themselves in me
through love, emotions, tenderness, and sense
of being led by creativity
in ways that show compassion deep, intense.
Imagination and perception stir
beyond the realm of mere creative art:
sense of aesthetics in all things occur;
a yin and yang of balance must take part.
Maternal instinct lodged within my soul,
the need to comfort with devoted care
my family, as well as to extol
with love, God's earthly creatures everywhere.
Romantic love of sweet and gentle kind
that speaks commitment and fidelity,
with friendship and relatedness combined;
these are the gifts of female traits in me.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: Any Poem Written In April 2016
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Judged: 07/15/2016
Sandra M. Haight
~8th Place~
Premiere Contest: Animus/Anima--Part 1: Anima
Sponsor: Tom Quigley
Judged: 05/17/2016