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Soul-are
Is my soul conscious at this time?
No further question marks in asking
as the query is itself the answer
tentative and playful statement
of intent of letting go solutions
to a problem which is not
The conscious soul
There is an ‘is’ somewhere
out there in there and
where they meet when
is and when they not
No definition and it is
at the point and time
the fleeting flowing moment
ever changing change
‘My’ is longing and belonging
when the meaning wanders
me in fragments wholeness
wonderment and expectation
pondering what’s mine
possessions baggage lightness
entitlements and freedom’s safety
When I am and not am and both
and stand and fall proceed
my journey un-arrested
‘Soul’ my essence source
alone conjoined the Universe
en-lived en-storied
told untold narration from within
without because of why
and how my circles spin
spiral radiate alive and morbid
mortal where the crossing
exit point and destination
questions not what there if now
is after momentary permanent
impermanence for ever lasting
going gone beheld in truth
‘Conscious’ of the contradictions
compliments of contemplation
complementing opposites and syntheses
polar angles sides perspectives
hidden exposed below the surface
and above the tidal mark
of scion’s collaborated offspring
consciousness of consciousness
transcendental comprehension
and awareness of what can
can not be understood
‘At’ where at when at
is lost and found and lost again
no at without the it and as and I
attending context inconsistent
alterations wrapped in time
location in perceptions
‘This’ that there is here
for now and when it is
and gone just when the past
has changed from present
to the future this and
present past and yet again
is what there is appraised
forgotten passed surpassed
uncommented in meditation
upon reflection feeling thought
‘Time’ so much so little just enough
and left beyond the time of time
when time has come will go and stay
forever when my consciousness
which was has gone
20th May 2016-05-16
Contest entered: Is your soul conscious at this time?
I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
The hour of night unfolds before me like an origami shadow
and suddenly the stars outsource their light, the moon her glow
That dark and endless sky before my eyes is holding me in silence
sheltering my quietude with queried thought I ask, who are you ?
Dark shadows moving with paranormal photo lights
every planet in the sky including Mars ignites
Saturnian golden shades of amber filament bright
the hour of night unfolds giving me wish bullions of gold.
Far beyond reach the innocent child of wander that I once was
has left her stationary world of earth, her Alcatraz
that jet black place of deep that knows no boundaries calls
to me, you are who you say you are !
Luminescent angels of beauty and grace they hold the golden cup
belonging to Pharaohs of yesterday, Divine intermediaries
who brush through my soul like the breeze, airflow from heaven
an existential curiosity arises once more, where are we ?
December 29, 2022
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Contest Name This or That, Vol 15 |
I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis. In the beginning there was heaven and earth. Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight. Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden. The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial. It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good. I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation. When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man. But it is mine now. I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say? Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright.
The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world. And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt. And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms? That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms. IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.
March 16 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Joshua 19-21
Key Verse – Joshua 21:2 And they spake unto them at Shiloh in the land of Canaan, saying, The LORD commanded by the hand of Moses to give us cities to dwell in, with the suburbs thereof for our cattle.
HEART THAT THANKS THE LORD FOR LETTING US DWELL IN HIS PLAN
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our Saviour
Whom we should trust in striving for Christ-like behaviour---
He does care for us with His compassionate favour
We are His ransomed saints toward heavenly endeavour.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our Deliverer
Whom we should love forever---
He does besiege us with His great power
We are His grateful recipients, and each of us as praise-filled receiver.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our Shepherd
Whom we should depend on because His life for us He offered---
He does guide us with His cheerful voice, clearly heard
We are His joyful lambs belonging to His divine herd.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our Authority
Whom we should obey with sincere humility---
Who does reign over us with His triumphant eternity
We are His earnest believers appreciating His majesty.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our King
Whom we should bow down to, devoid of faking---
He does rule over us with His supreme making
We are His delighted worshippers, and His fellowship, we are seeking.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our God
Whom we should serve with our everything – along with our submissive nod---
He does own us, granting us life eternal with His redemptive blood
We are His adopted children along His guarding rod.
Our heart thanks the Lord for letting us dwell in His plan since He is our Truth and Way
Whom we should follow with full conviction as to Him we always pray---
He does answer us, radiating to us His light’s ray
We are His redeemed ones, trusting Him everyday.
March 16, 2026
Leaving this old world on earth
what message can I to it leave
after the years I spent upon it
all I now say I do believe
God is your one and only creator
His love is perfect and wholly true
He seeks your soul to be redeemed
by a perfect sacrifice of His son a Jew
This son died a death not His own
for sins belonging to His elect few
His love is so truly wonderfully great
that this sacrifice does save you
Only you that believe upon Christ
this is imperative for you without doubt
so bow before your God in your heart
be ready to meet Him on judgement mount
Have a true holy godly fear
reverent respect for your Lord
seek to obey His inerrant word
praise Him always in sweet accord
This is the most important word
to leave with you on this final day
for in eternity nothing else will matter
that you be on heavens shore to stay
( don't worry this is not for real , just some thoughts if it was my last breath, my thoughts will make the most impact on your loved ones.)
Space guru Oh Saint, inspire my muse, with feelings inexplicable
With lush—blush poetry that I’ll take with me to the ending,
with lovers in mind, be warned of the tragic end-kind
Amber hearts, have awoken! Our Love Saint’s tears
streaking down his face, tears of justification,
suspendings of bitter-sweet’s romance,
upending, frozen in time, their souls.
Space eternity, mirthful keepsake,
snow-kissed blush forevermore.
May winters sun shine upon,
gleam they might their
crimson veins
throbbing.
•°•°•°•°•
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Rid Mother Earth’s
pining pains—love’s tragedy.
Madly in love He’d chosen Her, Dawn,
and to beautify her more, Venus consents
Ruby lips, sultry hips, cherry polished fingertips.
Sadly Kai, His light within should dim. Emaciated,
Her unkempt tassels and darkened eye circles listless.
She’d follow Him in nihilistic abandon. Death brings two
to shed their mortal coils, spirits unbound may be alas entwined.
Her sweet taste belonging to Him shall never sour upon his tongue.
His poetry ‘ll never unwhisper in Her waitful ears, Kai & Dawn-immortals
Both amber hearts in starry, starry space, glow gracefully as eternal Valentines
Valentine's Day
2/14/26
Preface:
Earlier today May 28th, 2021,
the 12-member jury unanimously
found Cristhian Bahena Rivera guilty
of first-degree murder in brutal stabbing death
sentenced to life in prison
without the possibility of parole
of Mollie Tibbetts remembered as then friendly
20-year-old who was studying
to become a child psychologist.
IOWA CITY, Iowa
(killingly, jarringly inexplicable,
horribly, gruesomely, and forlornly),
the body found July 18, 2018,
an exhumed decayed corpse
belonging to young
vibrant coed twenty year old
college student Mollie Tibbetts.
Impossible mission to deduce
senseless killing of innocent babe
wild speculation perchance
spurned, snubbed,or scorned
love seriously gone wrong,
she who disappeared
from her small hometown
in central Iowa sad swan song
now plays, where every
last drop of sorrow rung,
now weeping family, friends,
relatives, et cetera subjected wrack
with lifelong emotional pain,
which searing inescapable
grief twill unrelentingly track
ferociously, fiercely, and figuratively,
doth disallow recourse
to duck away
from heart wrenching quack
king unbearably, terribly, and scathingly
will fully bill leave ably
beak homing a folly,
mockery, and travesty,
sans time heals
all wounds (truly "FAKE"),
nonetheless psyche riving tragic
(irrevocable loss) doth pack.
Grievous punch greater then any
all star olympic pugilist
straight to the ab
domain of opponent, where
rumor mongers mill and blab
how this, that, or
another potential suspect,...
whence tissues dab
corners of crying eyes,
an endless stream
of tears merge with gab
bullying utter disbelief.
Family/friends question
the supposed almighty
at devastating loss
to do nothing but bawl (at Baal)
into the fox sized rabbit hole
trying with futility
to block (even crawl
ling into every
rabbit hole) no bastion
against implacable
maddening crowded
house alive with murderous frenzy,
and a dialect (non
tickling) gentle Iowan drawl.
Third anniversary regarding
asper the impossibly steep toll
the purposelessness killing,
aforementioned deceased
affected sodden wet soul
cannot process any (defying) logic,
a foregone lovely gal (same age
as my youngest daughter),
whose missed presence,
(albeit said slain lass
Mollie Tibbetts – permanent absence),
now created an expansive
infinite black sink hole.
You sparked a solemn sentimentality in me.
You showed me I can find passion while free.
You stood by me after I revealed I'm not always pretty.
You showed me sympathy when I was unworthy.
You set me afire with a sincere desire.
Your persistent kindness makes me want to aspire
To do my best to try to be better
Towards you and your heart in every letter.
You had set me free from a desperate longing
By telling me I shouldn't be so self-sacrificing.
And yet, I will forever continue hoping
Someday I can be of your belonging.
You made me feel something from the beginning.
You made me feel lost in the sudden ending.
But I am finding myself forgiving,
Because it is simply you I will always be loving.
A significant line might be drawn
between long-term permaculture design
and agribusiness,
improved this year production
through better and more expansive chemistry,
soil and water and air and light pollution.
We might draw a parallel contrast
between inclusive Earth-nurturing politics
and elitist anthropocentrism
Between human natural purpose
and Earth-nature's felt wealth
of healthy co-passionate meaning
Between divine cooperation
inducing continuous Yin-flow
belonging in joy
and human competition
deducing discontinuous Yang-strength
of longing to restore Earth Justice
Between cooperative stewardship
and anti-ecological autonomy of human nature's
competitive capital-dominant rulership.
From a LeftBrain deductive dominant perspective
this line looks like Old School preservation,
of mutual antipathy.
Yet, from a cooperative Left-Right mindbody perspective
this same line
looks and feels
like a dipolar appositional space
for incubating heuristic co-empathic trust
For significant deep learning Both-And co-empathy,
rather than necessarily always and only Either-Or antipathy,
appositionally benign rather than always
and everywhere bipolar toxic
A nonviolently co-passionate practice
of egoMe/ecoWe
+1/-(-0) cobinary
peace-making perspective.
Just as Either-Us/Or-Them cognition
follows Win v Lose
not health-effective outcomes,
while Both-Us/And-Them follows Win+Win
bipartisan transactional resilience outcomes
for EarthGame Day and Night
compassionate Earth-wealth continuance.
So, suppose,
both UpperCaste and LowerCaste positions,
at the risk of oversimplifying a multiculturally caste situation
Republican nationalistic agri-vating business
merely an appositional uncreative distraction
from Democratic polyculture delighting designs
and multicultural power planning
For CoOperative Earth Ownership
and ReGenerative TransForming Governance,
still including some degenerative-decomposing functions,
yet without recreating a runaway waste stream
nor a runaway personal, family, community,
or national nutritional, financial, or health-assurance deficit.
That's what's been up-caste
and down-caste
within my bicameral Yang/Yin mind.
What's been co-evolving with you
and your unconditional love-extending family?