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“The sea casts a magic spell with the ever- rising breakers and the melody, the clanking of waves produce. It amazes us with the wonders hiding within its caverns. Without drawing any boundary or barrier, it rushes
to touch or submerge everything on its way”--- Quote by the Poet.
What engrossing feel overpowers me,
As I loiter along the sandy strands of the sea.
Waves whisper their goodbye as they recede back,
Girdling the shore with a garland of foamy blooms.
A zephyr comes tickling and tangling my hair
Seaweeds sway back and forth as waters shoot up.
Beneath the sand, when wavelets on my ankles kiss,
Like a child, I long to jump into the wobbling mass.
I let the water braid my hands, to savor its coolness.
Though I don’t like its chaotic depths and crashing tides,
In the music of waves, I enjoy a moment of unalloyed joy.
The sea is indeed a sanctuary of never- ending epiphanies.
Feeling entitled to self-pardoning Grace
Elitist tendencies
within democracy
competitively arise
as cooperative trusting gratitude
fades away
from anti-colonizing
post-traumatic revolutionary space.
Patriarchal problems
seek matriarchal resolutions.
Republic governance structures,
raising up legislative and executive representatives
to judiciously restore healing
where social and economic and environmental wounds
become public cooperative power
to redeem pathologies
by inviting transparently trusted remediations.
Republics must justify control
of too liberally inclusive love,
and have anthro-supremacist issues
deteriorating into bipolar anger
and polycultural fear
of rabidly overpopulated xenophobia
slowly hatching boundary enhancement schemes,
nationalistic entitlement competitions
replacing humane polypathic hope and faith
in international ecological cooperations
for multicultural health-wealth
2020 revolutions
furthering downstream PositivEnergy Democracy.
We are not wrong
to democratically hope
European Union trust
is a more resilient political ecology
and resonant social theology
than pre-millennial wars
and internecine creedal crusades
and building moats
around castle embattled walls
for hoarding up nutritional treasures
against predative invaders
and polyculturing ideas.
Social and
personal and
economic and
ecological and
theological political integrity
invite democratic gratitude
for republic non-violent bilateral communicating leaders,
green legislators speaking and listening,
and deep learning judicious ecotherapeutic executives
facilitating balance between
LeftBrain deductive unity
and RightBrain sacred inductive diversity,
Secular with Sacred Integrity,
in-between universal ego-health resilience
and unitarian eco-wealthy resonance,
Yang breathing in
Yin bleeding gratitude
ego/eco-redemptively out.
" VA PENSIERO, " was one of the most
famous of Verdi's masterpieces:
the Chorus of the Hebrews slaves
lamenting for their Motherland
by the Euphrates' River...as
Nabuchadnezzar II, the tyrant,
decided their sordid fate,
to silence their indisputable faith!
Zucchero has made it widely known,
by changing the lyrics to a modern theme,
it's sumptuous melody is still the same,
connecting the bridges of past and future;
in his uTube video, the misery
of the hungry and destitute children
is clearly evoked and profoundly felt,
as mountains, oceans and cities dazzle in beauty!
The singer had the vividiest imagination,
taking along his son on his memorable jeourney,
to show him what the thought of a dreamer can accomplish,
to go beyond any unreachable boundary,
and find the purpose and motivation:
visualizing how the changes can affect everyone's freedom!
Go there with him with your ultimate wish and dream;
and what seemed impossible can finally become real!
" VA PENSIERO, " is the right and logical song
for our troubled times to persuade Presidents and Kings to do good,
so that they may alliviate, with their kindness, some
of the acute pains and correct the many injustices our world has ever known;
happily sing it with all who believe in peace and brotherhood,
shout it in every street and avenue to declare love!
Hate has reigned supreme for too long in this unfair society;
God's presence and guidance are needed for Mankind's liberty!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
My left-brain dominant challenge
begs for a worldview
of unconditional warm regard
Which sometimes feels uncomfortably warm
through heated confrontations
confused about whose voice is rightfully speaking
respectfully with whom
And who is listening curiously
for
and with whom
to practice universal
uniting compassion,
employing warm organically-fed tools
sometimes slow as molasses
in frosty January
Not cold steel weapons,
icicles aimed for the hearts
and minds of difficult Others.
On our best days
and nights
not too coldly distant
and not too heatedly dissonant
Even on our worst traumatic days
and narcissistic dramatic nights,
silent listening voices
urge unconditionally curious regard
To avoid slippery unsafe
unhealthy slopes
of anger blaming lack of patience
and self-shaming fear
reacting against Others' impatience
Judgment
that I am not important enough
to respect,
to regard,
to notice,
to matter,
to value,
to appreciate,
to love
unconditionally
Outside my left-hemisphere dominant
claustrophobic box
of mere linear
cause-effect
univocal reason
And
Inside limbic right-hemisphere resonance,
dark/light
mindful inside/outside
enlightenment/empowerment
For integral indigenous mind/bodies
peaceful spirit/natures
recreating co-passionate ego/eco-spirals
transforming ***** uniting mirrors
rebalancing yin/yang boundary treasons
reassessing Earth's safe wealth/health seasons
For white male privileged
left-brain dominant challenges
continuing to punish and divide
insufficient time from sufficient sacred space
for unconditional warm regard
Best taught
by curiously relearning
integrity of mindbody
becoming radiantly felt Sunlight
and EarthTribal
internally awesome
co-invested power.
An old man walked along the ocean shore,
The heavy weight of all he’d lost before
Still pressing down upon his tired stride,
An aching rhythm matching with the tide.
He stared out far to where the ocean blue
Dissolved into the sky’s expansive hue,
A solid line where water touched the air,
A distinct boundary cleanly cutting there.
For years, he’d lived within a rigid space,
Dividing life by what he had to face.
The grief was here, the happiness was there,
A clean divide he guarded with despair.
He thought the sting of all his darkest years
Was separate from the wisdom of the seers,
A permanent wall of unforgotten pain,
Like desert sand divided from the rain.
But as he walked, he noticed with a start,
The line out far was playing with his heart.
With every forward pace upon the sand,
The boundary shifted o'er the fluid land.
The sky and water didn't truly fight,
They bled together in a single light—
An elegant illusion of the eye,
Where earth was softly melting into sky.
He smiled and let the old divisions go,
And watched the fading shoreline soft and slow.
The line where pain and wisdom choose to meet
Is just a boundary shifting at our feet;
The hardest years we carry in our prime
Become our greatest lessons over time.
This year, you walked into my life,
Brought me music and sunshine,
Triggered my brain's artistic side.
I loved all those time we were together,
Messaged one another via Conversation Apps,
Carried out the "Put lipstick on the pig" projects.
Repaired the rear boundary fence,
Assembled the coffee table,
Went shopping and preparing food,
Shared simple healthy meals of veggies and fruits
Listened to music and watched videos.
It was my pleasure to share with you,
My daily music adventures stories,
Traveled from MCC, MC to MUni,
The heavy weight on my shoulders,
Carried those fruits of your favor,
Delivery to you at the front door,
Patiently waited till your second home closed,
How happy I was to see you,
The moment you washed and munched those fruits.
Now, all that lives only in my memories.
Turning pieces face up we begin
picking out the straight edges.
Working to establish the margin
we fix the boundary, the outer edge
from where we follow patterns and lines
gradually revealing a picture,
framed to capture a scene that outlines
an observation frozen in time.
In life I begin from the centre
discovering what will fit with me,
interlocking, exploring outwards,
growing patterns that become my life.
I will find without need for margins
how I'm formed with you in a design
beyond the limits of a boundary.
I do not see the world through square eyes.
Our horizons are not limited,
together with others we connect
and exchange, joined to an adventure
that reveals what it means to belong
to be held by the Other – embraced.
But the puzzle is never complete:
later in life if I'm losing it,
puzzling over faces and places,
finding memories no longer fit,
I shall need that boundary, edge pieces
containing me among those I love.
Then when all is done and I am gone
it will be time to gather my pieces
in a box, archived yet unbounded –
unbounded that I may live as part
of God's eternal jigsaw of life.
Blank page syndrome
feels like full page longing
to be done with some work project
that will not slowly grow worthy
of my time
and certainly no captivated reader.
I feel victimized,
tortured, actually,
by blank page syndrome
Where I want to feel some opening
and rewarding opportunity
and not dull risk
of further unnoticed failure
to richly
and wisely communicate
warm and wild communion.
My blank pages
demand content
spilled across blue horizontal lines
with a red left side vertical
boundary demarcation
Remarking where orderly thought correctly begins
to unfold top left
unfurling cause effectively
sequentially
toward right bottom
Yet Left dominance
overpowers Right feelings prominent
circling and recycling
whirling and spinning
spiraling out of win/win control
re-membering risks
of nontransparent failure
falling brawly short
of both peaceful Truth
and vulnerable Beauty.
Yet a bleakly black blank canvas
with no red
or blue bicameral communion rules
or tools
feels most frightening
intimidating of all
unbalanced
anthro-privileged
vaporous calls
My
"I can't draw,
or sketch,
or paint,
or write,
or sing,
or dance,
or speak out woke"
Can't preach
or teach inside voices
ignoring outside echoing choices
to evoke
childish dreams,
daydream schemes
to become Earth's greatest love
of blank paged warm regard
for how we flew
and walked
and swam
and grew to Here embodied
meets Now compassioned mind
Greatest
deepest
widest
trusted EarthBeauty
dipolar co-arising
all scared yet sacred Time's unfolding
Win/Win regenerative
peaks and valley sand
defining ecstatic
aesthetic lines
refining intimate circling spaces
etched throughout
neuro-systemic elegant
regenerational potential
for healthier lands
Not not synergetic journeys
deeply and widely
back and forth
out and inside
polyculturing communion
While staring at this straight lined
and otherwise white privileged
square-cut manufactured page
Holding my green health hope
and content contented circling pen
praying for worthy expiring
inspiration.
God
You gave me a revelation God
That I cannot control you
And that everything I do is your control
I can wish for things
But ultimately it is You who decides
Just knowing that is a lesson learned God
Because a lot of times I want this way and that
But you are saying You want it this way
Okay God You win
Your way is always best God
I may not know what is best for me
I can think that I do
But it is so far from the truth
You know better
And you are letting me know
Shedding light on me
God, I don’t know how many times I discovered
That your ways are always perfect
But will I ever learn God?
You truly are a good teacher
Because You show me what your ways look like
And You just keep guiding me
Your mercy has no boundary Lord
I still can’t believe that you are still putting up with me
I have put You through a lot
But You are still here
Saying “I am here”
What do I ever do without You?
I'm invisible now
A victim of my own deliberate efforts, of my own success
I'm invisible now
I hold space for others so that they may feel seen, feel heard
I'm invisible now
Emotional space for everyone else but me
I'm invisible now
Always calm, always OK, always consistent
I'm invisible now
No opinions to be shared
For I have been deemed too extreme, too unorthodox
So no point, no purpose, no end game to be had
I'm invisible now
I will talk with them, laugh with them, listening to every word they utter
But yet they will never know me, truly know me
For there remains a distance, a boundary, a limit
I'm invisible now
There is a wish to be seen, and to be loved for who is seen
But it's not possible
They can't see, so I will not be seen, and will not be loved
Invisible people rarely are