Long Communion Poems
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May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless my life
May Your guidance
Lead away from every evil fief
May Your Body bless my body
May Your Blood bless our lives
May we fear God
As did the Exodus midwives
May Your Body bless our body
May Your Blood bless kirke life
May we gather in Your Midst
In every war and strife
May Your Body bless this body
May Your Blood give life on and on
Luther said "Das ist dein blut"
Upon apheresis syphon
May Your Body bless somebody
May Your Blood bless this life
Let us not put asunder
What You bind in man and wife
May Your Body bless anybody
May Your Blood incite new life
And point us to the Missionary
Keeping cadence with drum and fife
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRPpyZaZd6Y
May you be illuminated by your intellect and lead along the path of righteousness
may you be lifted up, a lantern onto the heavens with spherical love and compassion
Light, shall be cast upon your path as you walk towards life with heart wide open...
Energy rays of warm will reach your solitary state of mind and infuse you with joy
creating in you the diamond halo of eternal life...
Come journey through your thoughts and quiet the still of your voice. Inside of you
chains are being loosed. You are being freed from every illusion and pre-concept.
May the Universal Mother embrace you and bless you her waters of anoint
and bring you to the font of healing, as you shine and live.
Only you own the key to your inner Kingdom, only you can open the
time belt of knowledge. Allow your sacral energy and color to vibrate and change
until its a lovely shade of sapphire blue. Pierce the veil of confusion, enter into communion with your clear self. A world of magic awaits, reconstruct the
way you perceive things. Do not be afraid of change, you have the effulgent
beams of stars and moon at your side. They will show you how light your travel
can be, allow them to take you gently home.
May the benefactor of your body, mind and soul, infuse you with Hope, as you
walk through this valley called earth. You have been given the knowledge of
true self, so drop your false illusions and climb up the ladder of contentment.
Thank you for listening , this is Mystic Rose , until we meet again, Be Well.
WiseElder Circles,
planning family social,
and political,
and economic,
and environmental services,
rant on and on,
back and forth,
about feeding homeless people fast food fishy dinners
when we could, instead,
teach how to plan, then harvest and prepare,
a healthy sustainable diet
through all four wealthy nutrition integrity seasons.
These same WiseElder Circles speak more peacefully,
and effectively,
remembering best Win/Win affective practices
for teaching/learning anything
with anyone
primarily commit to trusted co-mentoring relationships,
walking our interdependent meal planning talk
while sharing our healthiest snacks immediately available,
tidbits of walking/talking integrity,
through all four childhood,
adolescent,
adulthood,
WiseElder seasons
of growing nutritionally nurturing co-opportunity.
Multiculturally interdependent WiseMentors
recall all past ego mentors
were born of cooperative bilateral ecosystems,
warm wombed transparent nature
and intimately wet nutritional nurture
of and for mutually positive passions
entrusting future interdependent healthy nature/nurture planners
outside/inside communal.
Who, indeed, might womblessly appreciate
the occasional spontaneous multigenerational fish banquet, communion
delivered to our unlocked hopeful doors?
Permeable boundaries to mutual health planning trust
cooperative mentoring experience
compassionate behavior
communal beliefs in positive
nature/nurture co-management
focused on growing WiseElder future wealth,
social
and political
and economic
and environmentally interdependent co-opportunities
past through future non-fishy resilient
ego/eco
nature/nurture
inside/outside
long-term nutritional organic social meal planning
fit for even the most prestigious multi-enculturing WiseElder Circle.
We need not accept
we shall never truly overcome
Another name for
PatriCapitalist
fake religious apartheid
monotheistic justified
ecofeminist punishing
Fascism
Is violent
War Propaganda,
Exploitive
AnthroSupremacism
To which Earth Justice advocates respond
by robustly singing resistance
and resiliently dancing resonance
We do NOT accept
win/lose WesternWhite
Straight
PatriCapitalist Evolutionary
racist RightWing reactionary
homophobic degenerate
miraculous misconception Theory
And we multiculturally do embrace
We Shall Overcome
resistance to our own
internalized
PanEntheistic Creation Story
of universally revolutionary EarthMothers
with co-invested
co-inviting
pay it forward ecopolitical experience
CoOperatively regenerative Win/Win
healthy EgoCenters
embracing wealthy EcoSystemic WombWoke
WuWei Practice
BiCameral experiences
of a well-sung
healthy resilient
wealthy resonant Dance
reincarnating
copassionate
PolyCultural Communion
Through memories
as old as preverbal
polyvagal neurosystemic
enlightenment
During FullMoon
StarLit
FireCircle
RightBrain dancing recycles
empowering
great LeftBrain spacious co-empassioning
muse amusing EverFlowering
OverComing climax forte Anthems
Passion Stories
ReCreation Epic Narratives
EarthClimate ReGeneration Advocates
need not accept
We Shall Do Win/Lose Less
than Win/Win ReVolutionary
OverCome
In
and on
and beyond
this timeless HereNow
SpaceTime
HealthWealthy
LeftWing/RightRing
co-infesting EarthDay.
A gateway, as one leads from Terra firma to the sea
Or a path leading to experiences and knowledge
A leap of faith to explore newer potentials, to free
My enslaved self, from every chain of self-afflicted bondage
My passage is not merely spatial; it's spiritual.
My space, from earthly to heavenly, is separated.
Realms are split from perishable to imperishable.
With virtues and values, verandas are decorated.
Divine vibes, like a million suns, moons, and stars, radiate
Cherubims lead my refined soul to the celestial home.
I shrug off the moments when all that was good I did hate.
The portals are all straight now; I no longer need to roam.
Communion of the earthly and heavenly portals show
Shoreless seas of grace wherein mortal souls merrily flow
I recall it, and my eyes pump water from deep within my soul; I have to pause and wipe the tears away before continuing to write.
Not far from Wrigley Field nearly 50 years ago; From a little college on the north side of Chicago; I graduated, following four years of very hard work. There was a Bible College, training kids for Christian ministry. I have many fond memories involving good and noble people.
I must site one of such memories, planted so deep inside my heart and mind. It is not the one where 'I froze' in my attempt at learning to preach and sermonize, and experienced no pain nor change of professional pursuit because my teacher and fellow classmates were so considerate and understanding. Nor was it the one where my history instructor, without realizing it, gave me a fresh sense of 'belonging', and reassured me that I had made the right choice of schools to pursue my education. No, it was the one where my theology professor and college president conducted a communion service for all the students.
The manner in which the ceremony was done would be forbidden in today's world because of health issues and concerns. I suppose that is the primary reason I so treasure the memory. On a particular day in a chapel service, as I recall, there were some 25 to 30 students present. We all broke bread from a 'common loaf' and drank grape juice from a 'common pitcher' with never a concern for health. Never since have I shared an experience of such 'common spiritual intimacy', nor expect to; but that treasured moment of 'family and communion' is forever sealed in my heart and soul.
11/4/17PSContest, From My Diary, BW, 10P
Integral Therapeutic Practice (ITP),
brought to us by Ken Wilbur,
and systems theoretical colleagues,
responds, with win/win communication skills,
to chronic RightWing/LeftBrain dominant
nihilistic narcissistic
predative colonizing
win/lose trauma,
personal local
and also international
Earth global
Anthro-supremacist
monotheistic
monocultural
monopolistic
monstrously unchanging violence
rooted in Patriarchal political
and Capitalist economic
oppression
of universal-unitarian
peace restorative
ecofeminist worldviews
Emerging liberal loving
and green conservational
ego/eco
inside/outside
concave/convex
bilaterally systemic
Co-passionate health and safety
grows Earth-Tribally
panentheistic
organic
sacred communionation,
eco-political creolization
Synergetic Health Practice
is root chakra sacred
EarthMother positive attachment centered
in mind/body integral
inside ego-spirit
outside eco-nature
co-passioning indigenous wisdom
Featuring Holonic Open EarthSystem
polyculturally deepening
and co-empathic widening
worldview wealth
Restoring humane mental health care
giving Yang strength
while receiving Yintegral Therapeutic Practice
Practice inhaling
then exhaling
ReConnecting in/ex-haling
win/win revolutions
nurturing Golden HealthCare Rules,
doing inside
what you would also appreciate
from outside
ReLigioning synergetic
multicultural mind/body silent songs
and cosmic moon-raising dances
of bicameral hearts
with bi-hemispheric minds
co-passioning
Sacred EarthHealing Practice
cooperative practice
co-investment practice
Ecological wealth development
practiced again
revolving again
spiraling deep soul universal
wide-natured unitarian
panentheistic integrity again
Organic resilience again
Regenerative health care
practicing win/win
yang/yintegral
reiterative communications
revolving holy EarthTribe communion
again
Remaking Earth
liberal in polycultural loving
conserving cooperative communications,
healthy again...
"Why did God choose me to be his plaything?" by Poet
my life is a torturous maze
a labyrinth of blind alleys
hidden from the sun's rays
oh, God I praise
you in so many ways
tell me God is this just a phase
or is it my forever craze
I wander the labyrinthine twisting maze
standing, I wonder and gaze
and this is my usual day
I can sum up my life in a phrase
“my future is a burning blaze”
I listen to Black Country Communion Sway
down by the bay
and when troubles weigh
I celebrate my few yays
oh, why am I the devils prey
why does he seek me out to play
but let me just say…
my spirit is strong like clay
Once upon a magical evening an enchanted fairy I happened to see
dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace,
she shone like the midnight sun;
I must confess, she looked rather whimsical
sitting there by a green wooden door, waiting for your lore!
Her arms as tender as lotus stalks and her long curly locks dancing
in the cold breeze mesmerized everyone there alike; her eyes
as blue as the summer sky, sent silent signals, begging for your tight hug;
she seemed eagerly awaiting a communion with you, and longing
to give you a fondly caress for experiencing a heavenly bliss!
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
but I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep” (Robert Frost).
The woods know my secrets
For I open my heart
In this enclosed sanctuary of God
As folded branches draw my eyes
Upward, ever upward
Towards the emerald ceiling
With a skylight
From which streams
The light of heaven
Pure and sweet
On my face
The trees are my counselors
Sacred dispensers
Of the mysteries of God
Sentinels tall and majestic
Guarding my hushed sacred hours
Of contemplation and renewal
The would be silence
Sweetly disturbed
By the sounds of His creatures
Filling God’s outdoor sanctuary
With a heavenly hymn of praise
Each trail leads me deeper and deeper
For my heart longs to be
In the Holy of Holies
In the very presence of the Creator
On holy ground
Yes, Yes!
He is here
His presence
Envelopes me
After my communion
The closing benediction of sunlight
Guides me home
The thinning trees whisper
“Forget us not” stories to me
As I pass them by
Stories of long ago pilgrims
From another time
Yet one with me
The same
Pilgrims in search of sanctuary
A place of solace
A place of tenderness
A place of discovery
Where they come to learn
The miles left to go
Till journey’s end
When they must lie down
In well deserved sleep
Safe under the shadows
Of God’s mighty trees
Resting, resting
Blissful sleep
In the Sanctuary
In HIS sanctuary
In the woods…..
Eileen Manassian