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A magical chemical infatuation
to disregard the tradition
of natures connectivity and diversity
dragged to the will of its subjugation
to dig into the complex cells intimacy
its mass increments of the yields
killing off the birds and the insects
for the sake of crop conformity
in the unnatural fields
A perfectly poisonous promise
released in defusable clouds
through the early morning mists
chugged and pumped out grotesque deformity
in silent avenues of crop conformity
the deathly dew eliminates
all so ripe so well protected
in latent morbidity awaits
Layers by "half-life" lifeless inherited
in this chemists manufacturing of a chemical romance
the inorganic compounds of devastation
bound by an economical tourniquet
to plough again the blighted earth
split breakdown the biological integration
a quick fix to be persuaded
a million years of evolution
the symbiosis of the world in Gods hand
was not a patent so diligently as patiently perfected
or so insidiously infected in the land
Mechanized desert to produce the taste
a tasteless morsel of a savored remembrance
to its colour yet another substance added
organophosphates persistently digested
concentrations in environmental compartments
disarrange the circles tilt the balance
the enemy is natures necessity
needs be defeated
swap it over transmit a hell-bent malignancy
Collusion's by crude oil alchemy
improving on a profitable perimeter
this chemical romance of manufactured efficiency
O = HO - P - HO - NH - O - OH ! OH !
take a look at what marvelous science has made !
broad spectrum killer
needs be to murder off bio-diversity
and 5-enolpyruvylshikimate-3 phosphate synthase
is so much better
so much cleverer than natures ways
so taint the population with polluted fodders feed
killing off the birds and the bees
killing off the fish, the insects and the fungi
and killing off our babies
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
So perfectly wrapped
and so perfectly presented
the perfectly picture of health
and in its cells something so insidious
and the perfectly poisonous
is its promise
So perfectly formed
and so perfectly preserved
perfectly free of any blemish
all sitting on the billion shelves
of a million supermarkets
Sherri Mitchell invites us all
to gather more cooperatively in our search to avoid
once again in this Fifth Extinction MultiGeneration,
the entitled
privileged
win/lose colonizing
leftbrain dominant potential patriarchal terrorist
lurking within
our climate darkening ego identity.
How do I sabotage my more benignly intending self
repeatedly into predative win/lose games-manship?
How do I hate my lose/lose mortal degenerating nature/spirit Body,
And reject my own physical/mental
ego-natural/eco-spiritual
fragment/interdependent
universal/unitarian bicameral individuation?
A lifetime process of co-acclimation within EarthTribe
secular metamorphic transmutation
of sacred transubstantiating spirits
of win/win
left/right
dipolar co-arising
inform/exflow binomial correlation;
creative appositions
We all,
Mitchell responds to her own question
strangely
prophetically before she asks it,
following an Industrial leftbrain-dominant Revolution
leading away from rightbrain win/win
more organically compassionate moments,
In which we, more domestically together,
possess harmonic left/right States
of cooperative understanding
climate YangLight
and YinDarkness
infant/womb nondual potential fecundity
ego/eco-co-acclimating inside/outside attachment
primal connectivity
ego-interdependent win/wins overpowering win/lose detachments,
from our co-creative
re-creating win/win cooperative health development
caregiving/receiving communal green ego/ecological abilities.
Our metaphysical question,
Why me; Everything ZeroSum,
and not just nihilistic Zero-NothingCore?
Is not just why growing healthy consumers
developed robust competitive EarthMarkets,
but also how we co-productively show up
most powerfully to meet this depleting nutritional time
in which we lose to climate monoculturalism
We are most egotistically invested in
when not interdependently win/win
bicamerally conscious internal DNA multi-regenerational cultures
resisting win/lose predative climate-death trends.
How do we invite cooperative dialogue
rather than trigger competitive debate,
mere empty theoretical words?
Devoid of heartfelt rightbrain compelling experience
deeply learning through our win/win mutually co-invested actions
not of win/lose leftbrain entitlement
but of win/win interdependent engagement.
IN A TIME OF MICRO-IDENTITIES
At my Unitarian Universalist Society
no one is Jane Doe or Jack Spratt anymore!
A person being introduced or referenced for their
political, social or spiritual wisdom, their positive
impact on business, industry, education or community,
inter-faith connectivity or even their potential for
simple friendship and warmth, must be presented and
pre-validated by their ethnicity and race, their religion,
place of origin, their sexual irregularity, behavioral
irregularities, and any number of special pronouns or nouns
that have multiplied like weeds after a soaking late spring
rain or like non-native species of flora or fauna,
imported to address problems both real and imagined,
that have become prolific and invasive, pervasive and
problematic in unintended ways, like the popular new
sport called “daring us to get it wrong”….
These micro identifications give the person being
presented an unnecessary social asterisk that divides our
collective focus, fogging up the intended message, diluting
the joy of engagement, perhaps rendering inconsequential the
reason they are even there!
They are no longer simply folks but a type, a brand, perhaps
another public admonition to check our social attitudes, maybe
scold ourselves a little, and it makes me irritated rather than
appreciative, jaded rather than enthusiastic, somehow
cornered rather than free, a little wary of presenter and
presented, more weary of division, classification and the
perpetually annoying tactics of moral correctitude!
My pronouns, as you can see, are he, him and his, as normal
as water and oxygen in our planet’s biosphere, but more
important are my aspirational adjectives: open, giving and loving,
which admittedly, I’ve discovered, are subject to tidal fluctuations,
my diurnal disposition reaching out and pulling back. But this
disclosure not-withstanding, let the person and the message speak
for themselves like the sun speaks of light and the moon,
like my wife, speaks subtly in phases about sunlight at night!
Let our penchant for insight and moral validity allow us
to determine if speaker and word bring us clarity and truth,
encourages our efforts to find ourselves in each other in this
reckless adventure we call humankind!
In dribs and drabs, in fits and starts,
the elders slowly congregate;
in the common room of the seniors' home,
they patiently sit and wait.
Some are wheeled in, some simply shuffle
in orderly fashion, without kerfuffle.
They've all been told
there's "gonna be a show"
put off by some "young people"
who (chances are) they don't know.
Many are quite alert and very aware
delighted to be together
and to have an experience to share.
Others come in a different mental state,
in their own little worlds,
seemingly uncerebral
yet dignified, quiet, sedate.
The entertainers have already arrived, in fact,
and as soon as the seniors come in
they start to interact,
exchanging pleasantries with hellos,
how-do-you-dos and "what're-ya-ats!";
smiles and handshakes easily given
with banter and casual chit-chat.
The nurses and attendants smile,
noting the connectivity,
and across the room faces brighten
at the growing sense of fun and festivity.
A happy mood pervades the place
as the singers smile and sing;
their voices effortlessly fill the air,
easy, relaxed, warm, soothing.
Lots of "old" songs are played and sung:
"Country Roads", "Danny Boy",
"Kiss an Angel Good Morning".
"If you know the words, please sing along!"
and so many of them do, with voices soft or strong.
But what sets this show apart
is the interaction
between singers and seniors;
their reaction and sense of satisfaction
of a diversion from the mundane,
a vivid and vibrant distraction.
And those with minds in altered states
are aroused from their lethargy,
hearing the music and sensing joy,
perhaps remembering when they felt such ecstasy.
Often, the singers will reach out to touch and hold a hand.
Elderly eyes light up and smiles show they understand.
A few of the more able-bodied are invited to dance,
a reminder of the long-ago days of youth and romance.
After an hour or so, the concert reaches its conclusion
with applause and cheers, compliments said in profusion.
The Sunshine Singers are pleased with a job well done.
The seniors and staff feel delight and satisfaction;
and everyone is enveloped in a warm glow:
the simple joy that comes from human connection.
Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-
But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole in holes,
of possibility.
Like procedural shears.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, flame, dead.
After it burns your wick at both ends.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
your abode,
not yet
accepting the gift of Life ?
lone
you abide,
Crashing the rifts,
Is this right?
Do YOU still not believe?
YOU are a (A still born-unborn,)
that be's -
the one that grieves?
A loss.
Of integrity?
Keeps an eye on the prize.
Under the storm of seize.
The Gate Keeper with beauty under wing.
Keep an eye for.
The Ace up the sleeve.
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No strings attached, divorce yourself from responsibility, integrity.
Lies.
Faithful predictability?
No connectivity. No breath or girth
No cosmic sister. No brother.
Accident of birth, No love or family or anything home team.
Insignificant things or other?
Life, just random, little, quirks?
The illusion filament.
An antibody to judgment,
Ultimately, to be or not to be
sedated
by needs?
Deflated by deeds
Unplanted seed.
A Dawn to share.
Unborn fruit to bare.
No fear.
He IS near.
Integrity is there,
a silver lining that adds true colors hue
against the black and white.
The false and the true.
Out of the blue.
Something that makes Avalon appear in the misty near.
Clearly.
A magic against the shade of Night.
A cloak and warmth to pull tight.
Peace of mind.
I say piece of soul.
That is never changing.
Someone to be connected to is
happiness, an insurance policy against a reason to be.
I OPENED A DOOR
TO A UNIVERSAL ENERGY.
IT SEEMED TO BE
EVERYWHERE.
AND...IN MOST EVERYTHING.
I HAVE TO SAY
IT WAS A LITTLE CHAOTIC.
TRAVELING FASTER
THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT.
OR SHOULD I SAY LIGHTNING.
BOUNCING, JUMPING, LEAPING
PASSING, OVER, UNDER
AND THROUGH.
IT WAS BEING
BUT NOT BEING CONDUCTED.
LIKE A SYMPHONY
BUT OUT OF CONTROL.
IT WAS AS IF...
IT WERE SEARCHING FOR
CONNECTIVITY.
IN THE PROCESS
COLLIDING AND TEMPORARILY
FORMING LAYERS, SHEETS,
AND SPHERES.
LIKE A FINALLY OF FIREWORKS,
AT BLINDING SPEED.
WHEN IT STRUCK THE SURFACE
IT CREATED YELLOW REDS
AND BLUES.
WHICH SEEMED TO COLLIDE
WITH ONE ANOTHER
CREATING THOUSANDS
IF NOT MILLIONS OF SHADES OF
ORANGE, PURPLE AND GREENS.
I STOOD IN AWE
OF MY SURROUNDING.
OBVIOUSLY FASCINATED
BY THE BOMBARDMENT
OF MICRO
BOLTS OF LIGHTNING,
I TOO WAS RECEIVING.
I COULD FEEL IT TRAVEL
IN AND OUT AND THROUGH ME.
I LOOKED AT MY HANDS.
I COULD SEE THE ESCAPE
OF ENERGY.
I POINTED MY FINGER
AND WITNESSED A
CONCENTRATION OF ENERGY.
IN THE FORM OF A BOLT
OF LIGHTNING.
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT
FOR A MOMENT.
I HAD TO ASK MYSELF
THAT ALL IMPORTANT
QUESTION.
WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON?
LIFE IS GREAT
FANTASTIC
INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES...
UNBELIEVABLE.
I LOOKED AT BOTH MY HANDS
PALMS UP AND BROUGHT
THEM TOGETHER AND CREATED
A SPHERE.
I SLOWLY SEPARATED THEM.
CREATING A LARGER SPHERE.
MY ARMS WERE EXTENDED
OUT TO MY SIDES
AND MY PALMS FACING UPWARD.
I WAS NOW INSIDE THE SPHERE.
I FELT SO ENLIGHTENED.
SO....RELAXED AND AMAZED.
I SLOWLY BROUGHT MY HANDS
OUT FRONT OF ME
TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER
AND CONNECTED MY FINGERTIPS
AND THUMBS TOGETHER.
NO LONGER WAS THE ENERGY
OUT OF CONTROL.
WAS I THE CONDUCTOR?
I AM THE CONDUCTOR.
I WAS IN CONTROL OF THE ENERGY.
THERE IT WAS, IN FRONT OF ME.
I HAD MY HANDS AROUND IT.
NO LONGER CHAOTIC.
A UNIVERSE OF ENERGY,
IN THE PALM OF MY HAND.
HARMONY OUT OF CHAOS.
TRANQUILITY OUT OF NOISE.
IF GOLD AND SILVER
ARE THE BEST CONDUCTORS
FOR THE UNIVERSAL ENERGY
OF LIGHTNING.
WAS I GOLD OR SILVER?
OR SILVER....
ENTERING....
THE GOLDEN AGE?
Michael E. Harris
02192021
They could have ranged together foreever, in just that way
The moment of experience, un-cloaked and with innocent play
In co-creation perfect, when the Lord frequently appeared With approval and fulness of strength, and nothing he feared
Since Abel was able. That is all. Competent and true. Simple and decent.
With no agenda or aim, no cunning ploy, singing what had been recent
In the fore of his mind, as he practiced a tune sung by the Maker
It had all of the elements; a good sung to song (sing) and when beat out by a Shaker
gave to Abel the feel of the Valley floor, sauntering through the trees
Knowing which ones best to climb or to rest upon, which ones visited by bees
And those buzzin' along too added fervour and charm to the song
Made stacatto by the wounded woodpecker, fizzured by the waterfall, and then a throng
Of Quacking Ducks gave ascent to the melody with abstract acclaim
Each creature adding intensity of sound to the natural symphony that even rain
Could not anull the effect which Abel hummed about him in ambling grace
Setting the Gardens creatures to echoe his voice, even the ripple of its trace
As such, the butterfly caught up with the lad as he approached a quiet brook
The horsefly darted about; reflected on the water he could see his crook
It was one that the Lord had given him, in person, a kind of reward
The Master had told him--Abel recounted; that, to be a bard
Is the highest calling placed upon man----and the direct fashion
of Adam, the 1st Man, had been directed with all poetic devices stashed
About the garden. Except that the early fall of man qua man
had precluded the Lords consternation,--had made a loss of his plan
To fashion an Agent of Agency, much like himself, with poetic sensibility and understanding
Deep insight, sensitivity, probing knowledge, inter-connectivity, always handing
Gestures of Kindness, forward grace, intution, foresight or premonition
To each kind and creature, with soaring life, and with death in remission
Gave victory to every waking moment and in subconscious repose
God's chief agent, his first creation>carboholic, had been made already a rose
Why all the hype?
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like im looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
who cares if we're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of awareness,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENE$RGY, running through you and me.
We created this stereotype,
About identities and sexuality.
Can't you see, that's private to me.
Sex is a Sacred unity, combining you and me.
Spiritually sharing our energy,
In secrecy, only GOD can see.
Think it matters you approve of my identity,
Or that you gave a month for all to see.
Like they should be looked at differently.
Its a reality lived daily by so many,
And to parade around sexuality seems silly,
Adding confusion to our identity.
And why?
So we can stand pridefully,
In our broken society.
While so many go hungry,
We keep on selfishly.
"Hey you! Look at Me!"
Let me flash my personality.
Don't worry about homeless Harry,
He's scary, he may hurt me,
Not my responsibility.
Where's the Morality?
Who cares about identity or sexuality,
The world is falling from our feet.
A distraction so discrete, so full of deceit,
Cant you see?
The labels dividing you and me.
Bringing chaos to society.
Watching the news, to see a robbery,
Or a dead body, wars in other countries,
Only to comfort our own insecurities.
Blinded by the part we play,
As the FEAR keeps you at bay.
Who cares if You're Gay,
Or want to experiment someday.
Identify as a food tray,
That'll drive them away.
Lets take a stance,
Give this world a chance.
Go out, Make a difference.
We dance around identity.
While they rob our connectivity,
Confusing who we truly see.
Not The ONE we're here to be,
Staring back through you and me.
Through love unconditionally,
We will finally see,
The greatness in Humanity.
Escape your captivity,
Of how people think of thee,
We are all here collectively.
FEAR and HATE being thrown in our face,
Over running our LOVE and GRACE.
We're all stuck in this Rat Race,
A slave to its pace.
Unaware, The treasure that awaits,
When we can drop the labels,
And live together as a RACE.
Let's take a month of AWARENESS,
and put it in it's place.
It's a disgrace,
Throwing sexuality in our face.
Sincerely,
The ENERGY, running through you and me.
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz