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Walking in falls leaves, with the cool, crisp air blowing through you like a wild wind,
Walking in falls leaves, the sound of the leaves acrunching beneath your feet,
You hear nothing, nothing but the wind blowing in your hair, you close your eyes, as you wrap your coat around your chest falls beauty is really at its best.
Walking in falls leaves, the colors are bursting, red, yellow, brown, their bright, catching your eye, you see the trees, their bare branches, as they have shed their leaves, now left bare, soon to be covered in winters cold snow, how they too had to let go of their own belongings, their leaves, so must I learn to let go, and be at rest?
The strong, tall, oak trees, the smell of autumn, as I walk around oak hill park, suddenly I'm at peace, I sit down in a pile of fallen leaves, their beauty surrounds me, inhale deeply, breathing out, my breath catches a leaf, and it flys away, walking in falls leaves, Minnesota at its best..
When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.
These two, living fully and dying co-redemptively for future regeneration,
always balance within each Eternal Prime CoArising Moment,
at least potentially, with implications, enthymematic,
as Yang+Yin Incarnating-Form = Polynomial+Not-Not-Binomial In/Out-Formation.
Summing and adding,
proportioning and Golden Ruling,
Natural Lawing and Ordering all these universal Tao variables,
Zero-Balancing Life-Fractal Prime Relationship
and Economically Deep Ecological TransIssual TransActions,
regenerate full ++/(-)(-) naturally dialectic fractals
of harmonic trust restoring justice,
Prime Principle of Universal Life/Death systemic apposition
through (-)(-) double-binding,
double-negative bicamerally balancing hemispheres
noticing RNA's Dark Logos Soul;
PreGenesis of Tao.
This Form of Great Chi-Atman Explication (Bohm),
Incarnation
Primally follows from our regenerative speciating path of evolution;
Tao.
SpaceTime languaged as Tao,
Great Harmonic Way,
evolves elusively, evasively,
ubiquitously, coincidentally,
Yet latent (Implicate--D Bohm) within are objects
subjects of dense ergodic Energy, ionically balancing bionic,
co-intelligent in-formating,
Dark and dim,
blinding Primal Vortex,
implied, implicating, Synergy-Love Order,
Latent with life-force,
regenerational (0)-sum systemic.
Life-force being very true,
positive as double-negative,
rational numeric,
just systemic,
Laytext evidence,
content-ing Golden Rule riches within
this (0)-soul Theorem's (G. Perelman)
human natured deductive dipolar Proof.
From the days of old till now
Taos' Logos for manifest Forms,
Beloved Green Commons enculturing,
has never ceased formating,
permaculturing,
By which we may view this Progeneration of Universal Intelligence (Fuller).
How do I know the shape of DNA,
double-bound smooth-structured elliptical Co-Memory?
Through Polyculturing Natural Systemic
Ecological
and Economic Optimization Function!
Breathing out serenely mortal breath’s end
Dad faced death, courageously triumphant
Leaving us faith’s legacy to ascend…
Midst infirmity, staying jubilant
Exposing countenance so radiant.
In our struggle to conquer grievous pain
God’s grace gripped us with life’s marvelous gain
Assuring victory* over grave’s might;
Thus, we trust His love of eternal reign
‘Til we meet Dad in forever delight.
1Corinthians 15:55 O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
December 23, 2019
2nd place, "How Death Has Affected Me" Dizain Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Lu Loo; judged on 1/11/2020.
When Summer starts her transitory reign,
King Sun, her beau, has steadily ascended,
brightening a sky that, for a time,
shall be his lovely mistress’ domain.
He reaches out his welcoming warm rays
across the span of Summer’s first official day,
lengthening them just as far as he is allowed
so he may well receive his paramour,
enveloping her in the fullest of his golden grand embraces.
But when night descends, Sun’s power wanes.
His wife, a goddess, the fair and steadfast Luna,
arrives to spell her king,
along with her attendants, a host of radiant stars.
Meanwhile, Mistress Summer softly slumbers,
faintly breathing out the warmth that Sun has wrapped her in.
So even in the dark’s coolness, she prevails.
In the dewy dawn, when she awakes,
Summer sees the beauty of her lover’s light and eagerly,
she spurs her King Sun on.
No two were ever so well-matched as these,
for both heat up the days with their consuming ardor
till the time of the equinox
when Summer is exiled for nine months,
to have her rebirth in the following year.
And year after year, for what could be eternity,
Sun bides his time, for he has many lovers. . .
But as lovers go,
it’s Summer who’s most expert at inciting the passion in his soul.
by andrea dietrich/ Motif is nature. Also romance
For the Impress Me Contest III of Giorgio V.
The first movie they watched with each other was Across The Universe
Ten finger tips reaching out sweaty palms and pounding heartbeats
Synchronous
Wholesome
Tangential
Parallel
Concentric circles
Overlapping passion
Evolving ellipse
Sizzling harmony
They don’t take a back row now but dance on an interwoven screen
Colour outside the boxes from a packet of life’s crayon and memories
Tentative Ying and Yang carry the lightness of an orange harvest moon
Heat of moments melt their curves together into virtuous embrace
While the sun slowly retreats from an ageing palette on circles of life
Coalescence
Reflections
Compassion
Shooting stars
The Universe knows no limits whereas joined at hips body mind they move
On a canvass of shadow play within the pigments of dreams aspiration desire
Charon’s ultimate voyage may it be far in the distance oozes impermanence
Wouldn't hurt a tree but the two lovers engrave a heart on the bark of their skin
Infinite endearment and sensual play brings kindness and furthers the cause
Breathing in
Breathing out still
Holding hands as
The Universe cheers
02nd July 2019
The automatic inward breath a divine blessing
Followed by a pause in the void of contentment
Gently breathing out gratitude & loving healing
Dying graciously returning to our native element
The pranic force thus by divine love transmuted
Pure loving intent enlivening all lifetrons within
The constant factor being in ecstatic bliss elated
As ignition in renewal each moment does begin
Breathing without thinking and likewise blinking
Even a momentary shadow an aberration in purity
Cognising without judging each nuance appearing
In & within the flow as a mist of bliss in continuity
08-August-2020
While November pleads with the heart, a sense of pure praise stills the light, comforting the rising rhythms of trembling beats, the cadence of autumn seeping into winter… by poet
In the doorway of November, still and quiet
Listening for the first flakes – silent
Soft and feathery snow, motionless on the night
While the bursts of stars peak and wink,
Beneath an enchantment, so startlingly white…
In the entrance to November, healing
Each heart wrenching burden,
Urging the freedom, blazing with eloquence,
Pouring out hope on the purpose of a winter’s
Knowing, bursting with frosty whispers,
Melancholic and remembering…
At the start of sweet November, softly
Breathing out the poetry, the psalms the praise
Arising in the fiery moments before words
Know the promises, the promptings, the pieces
Of a heart, a soul, a spirit…
Arising on the starlit moments, wishing
On stars, glistening in the skies, heavens alive
Like the alabaster sighs, rising, rising…
In the heady grace of a November day,
Blazing like the pangs of grief,
Stifling the wings of a poet’s need – starving
For the way to say what needs to be said…
Pouring out feelings, blessings, regrets
Meanings that remember where we were,
What we said…
Before November started to bring her rest,
Before she cried, before she begged
From the music of a teardrop, startling
The easy flakes, blowing in
Winds of light, wings of faith, on slivers
Light, wispy as crumpled patches of snow,
Falling, blowing, blessing away the drifting
Griefs, the seething, burning
Echoes of moments before November spun
Out of control and startled the heart,
The feelings, the belief….
That fated moment when November sees
Light falling, blessing, erasing
The gray and soundless echoes
So we can see… the still, cool grace
In November’s presence,
November’s p r a i s e … praising the Creator
Of all those November days!
Broken words, syllables in tortured hearts, need
breathing out nouns and verbs, memories
of moments when life was more certain, time’s greed
breaking away the adjectives, the sentences
still as light, falling soft on the spirit who can read
love into the clinging vines, roses who tremble
in the rustling winds, beside the sea, heart’s bleed
wiping away the tears of yesterday’s distress
the stories become poetry in colors who’ve agreed…
broken words, broken dreams, broken hearts
they remember the faith – grace who saved,
inklings of faded memories know that love starts
blessing the stories, the silent dreams, the poetry
who falls into the sea of yesterday, in still parts
feelings blown by winds who see that our God
He brought us through the lonely seas, as He imparts
Music that reveals the history of a soul who’ll rejoice
giving love that comes alive, certain it never departs.
Broken words – broken words – Can you hear?
beneath the nouns and the verbs, the sound so clear
broken wings who never soar beyond the fear
where He goes, I’ll ever follow – His love is so sincere!
Attraction free verse
I see you there, across the aisle, in the second carriage on the train.
Perched on the edge of your seat, as if in eager anticipation, crushingly not for me.
Your eyes, like emeralds, a stark contrast to your jettison orange hair that melts a sunset.
Though our eyes don't meet and you sift through pages of a book with boundless charisma, I deeply urge you to look so intently, so warmly, into my face with the same zeal.
Your brow is creased but with intrigue not doubt.
Your ears pricked sharply as though you can hear my very breath, so I find myself gasping in and slowing breathing out through pursed lips.
How quaint or how ackward if he were to glance at me now.
But no, he is intent from his defined jawline to his broad forehead solely indebted to one thing, and that is not me.
His cheeks are dabbed in red as though the cold had kissed them.
Maybe he's a country boy with the hills in his veins.
But the way he dresses may hold some conclusions.
A tweed jacket and a tartan scarf, Scottish, no he can't be.
His lips are too refined, his stubble too tame.
Maybe he is from the south with a country estate.
Playing polo on an evening and riding horseback into the rolling sunset of the English hills.
Nigh I can not tell, but he is a man wrapped in mystery.
He brings wells of butterflies from the pits of my stomach and traps my voice in the furthest depths of my chest.
He makes my mind limp, overcome with an avalanche of emotion, only capable to think solely of one thing, him.
I am miss marple though ready for the challenge.
But first I need to let his eyes meet mine so that sweet sympthony can begin.
Oh, what am I thinking?
I, with my messy bun drawn to one side and my dress arching up my right leg and bags from a long day's work sunken under my eyes.
But I do have a smile, a friendly gesture to meet this intrigue that is male.
And hope, most likely in vain but still hope, that he looks past my meager appearance and sees a soul as deeply in twined in mystery that he would seek to be my sherlock.
Attraction
13.01.2020
I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit through co-arising windows
of wombed opportunity
and wounded risk.
Yet, I wonder,
as I converse with bicamerally horizontal trees
and bipartisan
heart-trunk
refueling bushes
Each breathing in productive fuel
and breathing out consumer satisfaction,
or not so much
each regenerating and decomposing season
How far more winter dormant alike
our summer summoned season reasons
than neuro-diversely different
are RNA's DNA younger crowning branches
of sacred Earth's polypathic
root systemic treasons
LoveLife framed
resiliently entering and exiting
through co-arising windows
of wombed win/win
cooperative opportunity
springtime roots
and wounded win/lose
competitively risky
autumnal leaving crowns.