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Watching this new sabbath begin,
darkness born of dusk,
dawn birthed by night,
I wonder about comparisons
between everyday logic
and systems restoring thinking,
feeling primal relationship
between verbal analogic
and nonverbal spacetime metaphor,
4D revolving EarthMaps,
seasonal/fractal missions
all designed for deep healing
Sabbath therapy
between linear cause-effect sequential history
and resonant/dissonant
resilient/unstable loops of regenerative/degenerative
solar systemic recycling causes
with Her antecedent birthing effects
becoming future's further causes.
Logic collapses past and future health dynamics
into static unchanging inside v outside
and non-temporal non-contextualized either/or relationships
of verbal thought
about smaller and larger sets
growing and shrinking,
removed from nonverbal feelings,
health/diseased sensations,
notice,
appreciation/depreciation,
Awareness
of win/win analogical ecological metaphor
of active hope
for healthy inside-outside climate resonance,
both ego-
and eco-therapeutic
Resilience for all Earth's ego-smaller
and eco-larger systems,
left and right
west and east
north and south
interdependently dipolar hemispheric.
This ecosystemic health context
intuitively feels
and rationally believes
our larger ego-harmonic sabbath narrative,
sunny day of non-tragic history,
positive energy enculturation
remains sadly untouched
by autonomous left-hemisphere verbal logic,
either cause
or effect,
disembodied linear analogic,
metrically decontextualized absence of warm/cold ecologic
without polypathic/polyphonic metaphors
reborn of sabbath theologic,
Everyday left-hemisphere verbal language
without right-hemisphere curious and courageously felt listening
CoPassion
toward healthy
ecotherapeutic
systemic memories
restoring wealthy egologic
more polyculturally regenerative
during days and nights of rest,
WinYin cooperative
strategically thought and organically felt
resilient and resonant
Future Integral HealthSabbath Systems,
Restoring cloudless blue-sky sabbath mornings,
predicting yet another day
of leisurely here is now,
space is bilaterally measured time
is distance from sabbath zero-zone bliss
dipolar co-arising.
"Let him who is without sin cast the first stone", said The Master. Her accusers walked away, leaving the offender alone with The Master. Like our own, the sins of David are more than meets the eye, and I suspect if walls could talk, all the universe would cry. But God has been known to highlight certain sins for the record of man. We are then left without excuse, and all the world can clearly understand. David's sin of adultery with Bathsheba reveals the problem of LUST, and adultery follows lust like hunger pains before a forbidden meal. David's sin of murder against Uriah reveals the problem of FEAR, and fear is often the antecedent and driving force of murder.
David's sin of numbering his people reveals the problem of PRIDE. The sin was not about the census, but the 'Big I' and the 'Big Me' inside. And pride is one of the seven deadly sins and most destructible. Attitudes of 'Look at me and my accomplishments' are never acceptable. Such pride is one sin inherited by Adam's seed which includes all of us. Moreover, a humility that says, "Look at what the Lord is doing", is a must. David's sin of moving the Ark of the Covenant reveals the problem IGNORANCE. In all endeavors of life, without regards to motive, God is to be consulted before acting.
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Imagine that someone wants to argue against the existence of air
All the while breathing in air
The Catholics have the Mitered Buffoon
They say Protestants have the “Paper Pope” too
Immanuel Kant said you can’t bring the noumenal and phenomenal together
And it was for duty’s sake that we honor God, or whether
Rene Descartes says I doubt therefore I must exist to do the doubting
Akin to intellectual touting
Friedrich Nietzsche said we can’t give up God because we believe in
laws of grammar
God’s anvil has exhausted many a hammer
David Hume came to skepticism over the induction principle
Bertrand Russell said the same thing
Only Cornelius Van Til could say that the unbeliever is like a child
sitting on his father’s lap
Can reach up and slap his father’s face
It is by God’s common grace that the unbeliever
can sit on God’s lap reach up and infantilely slap His face
The intellectual picture and metaphor
Is in Christ who died for a Whore
Heraclitus and Zeno can consider points in a stream not the same in time
Or arrows that have antecedent range each and every time
Copernicus and Kepler (even Aristarchus) are skewing heliocentricity
Why wasn’t Ptolemy or Lucretius given verticity
All today’s G.O.A.T.’s can buy their fame
They won’t walk with the sheep on the last day
John Lennon said it out loud imagine there’s no heaven
We can equally posit imagine there is no Lennon
The Auburn Affirmation could only deny Christ’s deity
Jean Paul Sartre could only collar the Holy Spirit and throw Him out
Wittgenstein could only show disgust in the ubiquity of God’s judgment
on him
Unless they were breathing God’s air
And it’s the battling against the Holy Spirit’s work that is the unforgivable sin
Matthew asked this author
“How can you hate someone you don’t believe in?”
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Siddharta worked hard for the middle way to appear in silent meditation
Above him a lotus flower shone pure radiance from an indigo moon
Ebb and flow levitated cast in nothingness and droplets of wild motion
Antecedent prologues merged with moments of reflection and hindsight
Waters had risen and he sat cross legged on a fig leaf of sunken Atlantis
Ruins of the belligerent future chanted a story of unconditional forgiveness
The river swelled and delivered a choice between waterfalls and cascades
His ragged loincloth drenched in tears submerged in rapids of colourful Karma
His let go of his begging bowl for he seemed alone with himself and the World
It bobbed up and down before it joined an underworld of reclusive sorrow
Maybe rice grains would find a shallow paddy somewhere in kindness
And seed in the knowledge that the Universe holds hunger and passion
He found an ocean of love so powerful it brought him back to the Source
Of all beginnings and ends of surrender and suffering of Four Noble Truths
Empty Coke bottles plastic bags hindered Nirvana but sealed the path
And with his last worldly touch he freed an octopus onto his Eightfold Path
Praise honour and devotion resurfaced as a dolphin clinging on to a sign post
In the wilderness of destruction greed devious currents and harmony drowned
Circled around a polar bear lost on one last ice floe like a prophet of doom
The Buddha never lost hope though and offered his emaciated body to extinction
08th June 2019
The mystic Prince
In a city, known for its pilgrimage and great antiquity,
there was a call for someone with integrity.
This metropolitan place is too much in control by criminal creeds,
while visitors struggle with impossible fees to stay and offering deeds.
A place which means a lot for spiritual liberation and speaking,
turned into a full of nothing, by self love and self seeking.
Rendering the false truth leading to the elected temple,
windows of perceptions turn into convenient antecedent.
Cathedrals and churches turn into museums,
coffee shops and cheap malls beating the drums.
The council of the city wants that we must go toward,
the prestige, its status and the financial reward.
A young man of talents with words and intuition,
speaks of timeless aspect, like the ocean mind condition.
Then one can change the aspect in time like waves,
by composing words that contain the sacred to embrace.
Traders, dealers and hoarders claiming in vain,
creating only poor effect on the ocean brain.
The salt of the sea in sustaining motion,
have the purpose of fresh water promotion.
The human soul by enduring task,
needs new inspiration to inquire and ask.
Give your people a free education by human right,
then those expensive universities are only good for the vain appetite.
The waters of knowledge are troubled by a stale ideal,
which has a unnatural providence as appeal.
The city council is not impressed by such thoughts,
dismissing the mystic prince with its amusing talks.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your fame.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your name.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot about the inauspicious and piteous moths that were attracted to your irresistible flame.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot to abrogate your lovers game.
In a small stretch of tempo, in the delay of my deliberated falseness, in my delay of barefacedness, infused by fierce streams of atrocious schemes, and baleful dreams.
In a small stretch of tempo, I was captured by you.
In a small stretch of tempo, the old had no power to cut into the new, from a small sum of time you sieged my body, permeating it, filling up spaces, touching barren places, erupting bridled desires, causing seismic waves of pleasure with; intense and faultless measure. In your arms and while my head rested against the swell of your chest, I inhale voraciously the sweet smell of your beautiful sculpted body.
At rest in an intoxicated mindset, I felt abundantly content; a perfect segment from my antecedent shameless intent.
In a small stretch of tempo, like the break of day and a timely resurgence of a nimble mind I realized that through the dull substance of flesh and encephalon, I did not adequately measure the art of your scope. With newfound hope, and like the hands of a clock swiftly pasting the minutes across its face, I put my plans back into place
Looking At The Light From The Bottom Of The Lake, copyrighted 2017
Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands,
Too late did our vaticinators previse deluded by knowledge's eldritch doors,
Of Lemuria and Mu, once reigning over the eastern climes,
As the deceitful dancers sway to notes execrable,
For their perspicacious chanters mumbling over antediluvian rhymes,
The Brobdingnagian power untethered to
crystalline pyramids, prodigious and incredible,
As these inimical dreams descend upon me under a Carib sky,
My fevered mind stalwart to this time begins its empyrean dance,
Into the measureless currents of sleep I fly,
A boundary broken limitless by words unspoken beyond time's cyclopean expanse,
How could a sole entity depict the wafting citadels of eternal electrum, titanium and
true gold,
Of the pellucid towers commanding the salient aether,
Antecedent portals from a vanished race bending time
traversing beyond spaces cold,
Tamers of the bestial winds, riders upon Gaea's gifts we savor,
Too late, did we realize our epoch was at a cataclysmic end,
Further and farther did our dreamers seek the surreptitious places,
A astral vibration inside to the diamond chamber I ascend,
In this ageless sepulcher Neath Atlantis dreaming for the fall
borne Wormwood beyond cosmic spaces.
by Michaelw1two
What colour, does one think a soul,
its fire our lives do need;
purpose of it questionable,
perhaps flesh, is shell for it's seed;
determines in scope our natures',
upon it human bodies feed;
wisdom, bleeds to each through it;
for most, its heaven's mead.
Question raised, brings one to pause,
soul is colourless of course;
everyone who thinks different,
is head deep, up the rear of a horse;
concerning constants crudely plied,
through media pundits source;
soul’s diss, it’s colourless,
tween blacks vs. whites, its overly coarse.
Mind's blindness, caused by obscurities,
defeating common thought;
weakness spread continually,
through edict, racial bias taught;
life’s short ride is cheapened,
humane relationships are fraught;
ruin made by idea insane,
wake up, all souls are heaven wrought!
Clay and water is body physical,
skin tone is providence blessed;
source of living, heaven's manna,
each feeds from Father's breast;
antecedent is identified,
you, are of earth, and Africa is your crest;
marker, flesh makes no one special,
souls roost in the same nest!
Colours purpose is to shower,
eyes view from heaven's throne;
provide us as flowers,
remember, from his hand all seed is sown;
beautifying day’s horizon,
for ‘Him’ as child’s knowledge is known;
distinction, all a separate shade,
for thought less we must atone.
Jan 2010
The forgiveness fix
It was about time I made that decision to voluntarily change in feelings
I eagerly wanted to fix my attitude regarding common offenses o these negative emotions I gave towards others
I uttered these words hoping for a fix, but little did I know I would begin by saying
“Please forgive me for my actions and what I have done to you”
Saying these words increased my ability to wish well to those I have offended
Psychologically my concept and virtue had no benefits in the beginning, but I had to explore my religious thoughts while aligning them with medication I was drinking
I had no expectation of restorative justice and no response from my offender
Social and political dimensions had me letting go of anger and the hurt I was feeling
This resentment was strictly private and religiously spared to help myself forgive first
I had this faculty of forgiveness which had its place in the public affairs
I was a philosopher believing that forgiveness liberates resources both individual and collection in the face of the irreparable
My forgiveness was used interchangeably interpreted in many ways with my culture
My forgiveness was a key component in communication and progression with my offender maintaining an antecedent of forgiveness in understanding
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Masego Nkuna