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From Pronia, by Rob Brezsny, p. 267
Neither God nor the gods are dead,
but they seem to be disappearing
because so few of us are capable of carrying on authentic relationships
[at least] with them anymore
[leaving us with just us idol
ideal
idyll
indolent
idealistic worshipers of some day our day will come].
The [reductive] materialist delusion rules:
Millions believe that nothing's real
unless it can be perceived by the senses.
[Even so,
a rock is more physically real
than a song written for ears to meta-physically hear it.]
Churches and temples [and governing offices] are full of ethical people,
but many of them have no clue about how to know
or feel
or converse with the divine [sacred/synergetic feeling languaged] intelligences.
What can the deities do,
having been banished from our conscious knowing
[LeftBrain verbally dominant Either/Or dualism]?
Jung said they have no recourse but to worm their [our] way
into our lives as sickness and pathology.
Repressed,
they [we] come in the back [repressed RightBrain dissonant negative uneased feeling sad, bad, mad] door.
Which of your maladies or pains might be [win/win pronoia potentiating] gods
in [duressed LeftBrain paranoid ruminating voice] disguise?
How might you get them to take off their [our sacredMind v organicBody win/lose 0-sum] masks
and begin knocking on the front [LeftBrain deductive/inductive-dipolar-co-arising compassion/pleasure invoking] door?
As the sun goes west of my school building
day's tiring trying work starts to windup
ears tremble mildly to hear school bell ring
Joy quickens to brush away lesser thing
My own loving heart herds me back to home
With spring in steps I tenderly pick up
flowers, fruits, bread, milk, vegetables and rice
on way thoughts are refreshingly nice
After the crossing I take the right turn
my footsteps are heard to the only one
rushes to greet me, running recklessly
I just kneel to receive my dog Duffy
He tripples like horse when he has made a mess
welcomed me to house strewn with paper bits,
plants separated from root, mud and pots
I transcend the limits of silent thoughts
I put bag, box down. I clear the chaos,
In time everything is in order, with
selfless, humble love Duffy squats Zazen
Life begins anew, world brightens again
It is conscious love that brings peace and bliss
only Mindful thoughts brings placidity
to care and be cared truly is blessing
Only Love and trust keeps one's world spinning
The noose is a nightmare for any seafaring man
Especially those who thrive the best they can
Danger lurks on the waves like a mugger in the shadows
The only concern is the prize and the gallows
For the young pressed into service have two labors
Cabin boy or powder monkey are their favors
A fair share for those who survived
Though not to many lived to enjoy the ride
Mostly master gunners would employ the young ones
For the task of loader and powder runs
A grizzly sight to any mother of today
Blood spattered, powder covered, limbs severed portray
I dare say I met one intact and conscious
He was rude and quite audacious
No name had he just an X above the knee
His mark given by Captain of the Breeze
A sloop of war in Caribbean was this
Massacred whole crews drunk as piss
The boys attitude so moved my heart
That I had to set him free from his part
Before I saw him he was the only one left to be hanged
Port Royals mob clawed and fanged
I set to watch when I saw how young he was
I had to do something for his cause
I bid the court give me custody immediately
They awaited the response from the Admiralty
The response was yes almost to late
For the executioner just removed the safety plank
He kicked and cried for a moment then released
With the knife of the kings lease
A bruise found its way around his neck as a reminder
For a life against the grinder
I sailed him back to London to learn a trade
And go to school for a decade
I later named him after my name kidd
Later to be known as William Kidd
I had seen - her calm, cool, composed - like a soft soothing breeze,
Though she could turn tempest or tornado or weakly wheeze;
Like a formless cherub in an endless garden of love,
She covered the earth while racing on cloud-Morgan above…!
Lovely you are! I said to her, Love's living conqueror!
Aren't you, yet, noisy nomad, gypsy, or mere wanderer?
I am vagrant sure, she said, and a tireless traveler,
I have jailed you, yet, in my sachet, like a prisoner…!
It was when I moved much away from the maddening crowd,
And when pondered over her bewildering words aloud;
Enlightenment dawned in me like the wisdom of Buddha,
Many great truths got revealed slowly like Brahma Chakra...!
True as very truth is my brief existence in the breath,
Who on this earth exists, devoid of her, from birth to death?
She murmurs, whispers, commands, demands, like Divine Spirit,
She creates! Destroys! Takes to zeniths! Grants highest merit…!
Soft, serene like nectar secreting in a rose flower,
She sleeps in; grows glows like a flower on a green bower;
Consciously conscious! Unconsciously unconscious! Solace!
Plows through the interiors, like Yacht through water, flawless…!
Shifting my state of mind, working like a leaven within,
Sleep, wake - like my mother - in feasting and fasting she's in;
She is the beginning! End! Center! Whole! Totality!
She is the starting and ends of the whole humanity…!
What an engulfing like a fiery inferno and smoke,
What an empowering and overpowering soul-stroke!
What a change, like unique bloom! Great is the life-giving breath!
What Calm! Peace! Tranquility! Bliss! Awesomely saving meth…!
With her, no stress! No strain! No phobia! No mania!
Her free-blow within free from frightening insomnia;
Abandoned to her eternally evolving Spirit,
Body and soul reach zenith beyond the mundane limit…!
Growing high, I gladly come to the realization,
That I'm part of the classic universal cognition;
Wherein my inner unity freely fondly extends,
And to the external eternal harmony, it tends...!
Knowingly? Unknowingly? Willingly? Unwillingly?
Breath has adopted me - calmly, cutely, and cautiously!
Has made me a flute, lute, melodious rhythmic consort,
I play on! I am played on! Till I reach restful retreat…!!!
16 September 2021
She floated into my dreams that day,
Stealing my wealth,
Shaking my roots, ignoring my prior convictions.
She had a different opinion,
Determined to shake me and shine me.
I was a boot, tossed around on the bed,
Tucked under,
Thrown into a wall,
Tried and discarded.
She floated into my dreams that day
And took over my schemata,
Obliterating it,
Crucifying my former beliefs,
Throwing them into the closet of lost things,
I dared not retrieve them,
Getting used to my new stance
As a boot,
Changing myself completely,
A new shoe,
Not fitting on the old feet,
But converting myself to a new glorious foundation
Of spiritual truth,
A changeling, forever, and completely.
You give me a lift
to those heights I once dreamt of.
You support me in your warm embrace
and the heat comes through the silk and lace.
I cling to you with all my might.
We pass unseen from day to night.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
You ravish my soul
in pleasured ways that you know.
Fingers rouse each dormant fantasy;
your voice entreats me to set them free.
I yield as your lips have their way,
thoughts break free; I’m taken away.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose count of time
as it comes to a standstill.
We can read each other’s thoughts so well
though we dare not talk or break the spell.
Our eyes and cheeks with pleasure glow.
Emotions rise and freely flow.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose conscious thought
as pleasure exerts control.
Our bodies prove the zenith is near
and we arrive in euphoria’s sphere.
We revel in passionate thrill
until every tremor is still.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
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For Heather Ober's Duet Contest
3rd December, 2015
For every light that shoots through the celestial ocean,
some living soul will act to its consequence in proportion.
The purpose in progress through the skies,
shades of termination kindling as it flies.
This ecliptic wobble ad to the all shinning sphere,
giving us the longest day and darkest night so fair.
Those strange days do set as they must,
when light becomes the shadow lost.
Those eclipses have a consecrated ancient fame,
and tragic features and stories to her name.
Being born on a day like this,
has its trouble in the script.
One will be darkly wise and manipulative great,
with knowledge towards the skeptic side.
Chaos of thought by passion confused,
often with addictive substances abused.
Poor judgment of truth in many trials,
false glory in riddles leading to all fails.
They can be heroes, lunatics or King,
always giving the underworld a chance to sing.
Superstition from no condition rise,
where karmic fears and past lives solution lies.
Some fortunes by integrity have made a difference,
when those ecliptic forces are used with conscious reference.
Jailed for the will to be jailed
Kids shouldn’t play with fire
But they do, and of course they fail
In full conscious of mad desire
What now, will you write a sequel
To Servantes’s Don Quixote
Lots of tyres around every mill
A borsch with pampushka you’ve got
There’ll be Ursula of Brussels
The lady you wish to know better
There’ll be most malign old fossils
You must kill them, then go to get her
Or maybe you’ll call it a day
And give it all up, my brave kid
You’ve said what you needed to say
No one wanted, but you did
Like a moth to the flame you flew
To explain the obvious – why?
Suicidal truth suits a rare few
For the rest the price is too high.
Heaven is compassion where kindness is real
reaping the soul and its treasures homeward to mind
no clever book needed to uncover truth and the seal
just complete wholeness and essence softly entwined
No war to end all wars no Faustian hellfire’s smouldering
Phoenix can rest in Peace and Icarus requires no wings
philosophy reigns over all terror of Armed Forces’ soldering
pure reason dances with feelings from no attached strings
Infinite waves assemble driftwood and sea shells
into a beach hut of shelter for poetry rhythm and rhyme
good witches dance in whacky trousers feathers and bells
soft sand with no hour glass chants soft wind’s quiet chime
No abused virgins waiting for taking in sexualized plight
nails from crosses removed with wounds healing not scarred
Karma has settled recycling contentment not righteous but right
enemies befriended instead of being torched feathered and tarred
Deep conversations in silent all-knowing stream
no apps no fake social media only one gentle source
a chorus of solitude in strong union of thriving esteem
a blossom one conscious river effecting one cause
Whirlpools' sweet currents and currant cinnamon flavour
white Nirvana abound blue flag beaches wild waterfalls tall
rainbows’ prisms harvesting moons whole galaxies to savour
a canopy of one giant fig tree of guidance for each and for all
26th August 2018
You give me a lift
to those heights I once dreamt of.
You support me in your warm embrace
and the heat comes through the silk and lace.
I cling to you with all my might.
We pass unseen from day to night.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
You ravish my soul
in pleasured ways that you know.
Fingers rouse each dormant fantasy;
your voice entreats me to set them free.
I yield as your lips have their way,
thoughts break free; I’m taken away.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose count of time
as it comes to a standstill.
We can read each other’s thoughts so well
though we dare not talk or break the spell.
Our eyes and cheeks with pleasure glow.
Emotions rise and freely flow.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
We lose conscious thought
as pleasure exerts control.
Our bodies prove the zenith is near
and we arrive in euphoria’s sphere.
We revel in passionate thrill
until every tremor is still.
There’s no care to prey on both our minds.
Scarlet sky lies wrapped in bliss.
Gentle breeze bestows a kiss.
It feels good to be so close, real close to you.
Floating, floating over land and sea.
Floating, floating, floating endlessly.
For the Duet Contest of Heather Ober
December 3, 2015