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Full loving lasting life
lies beyond death,
claims Laotse,
a move beyond Left-brained domination
of ego-languaged self-identity,
choosing, branching, emerging
cosmic co-arising/co-conflating eco-density;
A double-bound timeless invitation
into mutual subsidiarity
of Plan A-Eco/PlanB-Ego resonance,
synergetic resilience.
In this space of unconditional bicameral consciousness
we embrace appositional rhythm
and open systemic dance
of eco-ego's co-arising
and co-exhaling transitions
and trends,
aches
and bends,
with equanimity of compassion,
identifying primarily and primally
with our mind embodied Commons,
this co-gravitational Jordan RiverGround
of BecomingTime with BeingSpace;
Becoming humane healthy
as reverse-mirrored phase
of being inclusively,
polyculturally,
cosmically,
comprehensively wealthy,
co-divinely interdependent
Healthy prime relationship of exceptionless
timeless love-life abundance,
even through death's transition window.
COSMICALLY DEEP
Did the garden weep
With the ungrateful sweep
Of their covetous hands? Deep
Was the pit of their pickpocket. Sleep
Thought merciful and kind, allowed not a peep
From their rosy lips, where sweet cheeks steep.*
A father took enough of a long leap,
Where the shepherd would tend to his lost sheep,
Absolve them - not harvest to reap
What they sow. Tis too late to stop the creep
Of the garden snake and certainly not cheap —
The stomp of its horny-head, the splintered son in a heap.
Sentient of mankind’s plight, the Son of Man did weep
as his children root in garden beds; and choose to keep
the Adams and Eves, whose restoration, was not dirt cheap.
Behold the Lamb of God did not oversleep!
The earthquake and lightning cosmically deep —
The thunder roll of an angel veep.
He sat upon the lightweight bolder. The like dead men sleep.
As in joyous weep,
Mary Magdalene and the other Mary, reap
First, the benefits of glory, not cheap.
As they did run and leap
The Lord met them along the way. They’d keep
His secret, until they’d shake his disciples wide awake from sleep.
5/13/2020
*Here I attempt to paint a picture of a mischievous child
who when fast asleep, a mother sighs, remembering her
love for him (her) once more.
Ambivalent pink heaven
merging softly into ethereal earth’s stratosphere
With a vibrancy and star plunk,
repainting the world with glittering hope.
Sprinkling it with love stars,
surrounding the dreamers with uplifting majesty.
God smiled benevolently as He watched His angels at work,
Revitalizing His young…
We are reclaiming them one soul at a time,
His positive cupids assured Him. He knew.
They were on a mission,
inspired by the despondency and greed
they had witnessed.
The souls began to arrive in glitches and gasps,
nurtured in the heart of heaven,
As their flesh bodies slept, not realizing their souls
were in full astral travel mode,
Being cosmically corrected….
Written 2-12-2019
Contest: Tell Me What Do You See Sponsor: James Edward Lee Sr.
Perennially, like the angels, bloom with a bright smile
Like the sun, radiant with perpetual light and life
Ever youthful, and like the goddess Dyana, fruitful
How slimly and sternly you are held by a green stem fife!
Like the primrose or Auricula, bright yellow or pink
Cuter than Primulas, Polyanthuses, and Pansies
Of course, not like the touch-me-not! Night and day, yet you blink.
Your smile and scent are beyond all fashion-showy fancies.
it's, yet, your spiritual greatness that pulls me to you.
Cosmically healing all and triggering optimism
You heal, they say, and restore any person to youth too.
Does, in your shade or fade, anyone find true pessimism?
Do you, dear, yet live devoid of existential crisis?
I know it's in overcoming these that you find your bliss.
The dusky skyline blends
the azurin expanse
Dusted blushing clouds,
mauve moon’s brush across in radiance
over a star-studded labyrinth
A jeweler’s den
A syntheses surge
A revolving musical menagerie
Soulful eyes reflect
a thousand diamonds in the sky,
captivating cosmically
You found my light amongst
the ambiguous
luminiferous aether
Pure elixir of wizardy poured
on its rivers and springs
Velvet skin carbon spun
bodies of water sway
in sync across
acoustic wave mazes,
twinkling harmonies
in embellished realms
A stardust serenade,
swarms of sonatas
shape Lidström’s lullaby
Along stratus symphonies
I slumber under the starry cluster
enraptured in its turbulent chimes,
...sequestered
Uninterrupted gurgle of nature,
From creator's heavenly reservoirs;
Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature,
Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs;
Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping?
Or eternally shedding tears of joy?
Or constantly irrigating the earth?
Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping,
Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy,
Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!!
It is, indeed, a revelation, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young celestial Indian kid,
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...!
Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you,
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drop of yours wet their lips...?
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!
03 May2022
“Special are the ones that see beyond veiled verses,
behind violet smiles, so much is spoken in silence, where cosmic chaos
are scattered amidst the twinkling constellation cracked into seething seas of raw madness”
I remember how I bathed
in the brilliant hue
of your silent shadows,
swirling in symphony
unscathed, across
silvery nights, as I decided
to slowly place
my trust again upon
kismet shooting stars~
perfumed with sins,
ferrying the sacred key
to my moonstruck
heart from afar.
But the gleaming rays
of celestial glows,
burnt into steel and dust,
guiding where your drizzling~
sharpened knife flows,
across my bleeding canvas
like a poetic downfall,
streaming crystal
tears upon us
to carve the edges
of unread chapters
with solemn epitaphs.
If only they could
feel the veiled truth behind
my eyes that speak
volumes, misunderstood
in vague dialects, echoing
through murky skies,
losing faith in humanity
within a hidden retreat~
as this world has taught
us raven phases
of lunar secrets
from somber tunes
of affection through
torment and deceit.
Yet time knew what
my mind couldn’t see,
flickering faith
seizing seconds few,
my lyrical haven finding me,
where dreams stew,
setting my rhymes free,
for I’ve learnt the art
of forgiving every neon lining,
scattered along seraphic
spheres beyond reach,
colliding cosmically
with implicit chaos,
oblivious to the wicked
tumbleweeds
of desire in wrath.
T i m e ~ you are the spark
that tips the scales
of lovestruck heartbeats,
ricocheting glyphs of fairness,
etched with gold and silver.
Yet seasons of smoke fail to
trace the unexpressed emotions
woven with ultraviolet beams.
Perhaps the ticking truth of intoxicated haze,
is a resonance of pained pulses:
a poem without a title,
a sonnet without a rhyme,
a melody without a rhythm,
a palette without a dream,
cosmically tied, yet torn by space,
pondering:
what if these implicit metaphors
heal the beautifully bruised,
paint the scars with flares of serenity,
turn bleeding wounds into sterling specks,
and draw hope with swirling sunflowers?
As I am a wordless wanderer,
facing the heat of sultry skin within starlight,
tasting the milky flickers of quartz
as they seep into the warm arms
of blushing twilight.
These fingers curate chronicles
from archaic archives,
scintillating souvenirs,
like a forest library with shimmering shelves
touched by sunlit rays
and mauve memories merging
with evening mists.
For I am the mistress
of your amethyst afterglow,
engrossed in the ambrosial luminescence
of soft-spoken verses,
as alluring auroras emanate
burning thistles of thirsting galaxies~
the delicate dews of dancing diamonds
caressing the silk of stars to drizzle
one last drop of your pining poetry,
while I await the return of
Romeo’s rhapsody,
like Juliet on the tantalizing tip of throes,
counting Cupid's jewels of nightfall,
wishing upon the dusk of craving.
For in your absence,
I am but a poet with no abstract speech,
but doleful desires,
longing to kiss the final phase of Luna’s sigh
catching crooning comets,
lost in the hypnotic moon-gaze
of immortal love...
In the midst of great turmoil and strife,
There is a force manifestly to be heard…seen….touched
A voice—ever so soft… yet loud enough to break mountains at their base
It can make a grown man cry—can distort the finest face
Lead the mother eagle back to its nest…
Run its hands against a tumultuous sea to rest…
Shedding tears of empathy when the woman,
With child, is seen- alone…sore. . . distressed
With mind enduring beyond mortal endurance
With arms stretching across the universe of opportunities and darkness
With eyes blossoming like those crazy sunflowers reaching to the sky…
Suddenly… you will feel its yellow fires
It is the very storm that knocks us down
To the depths of humility...patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike,
It comes like an earthquake and tremors the very soul into action...
It is the war of mercy that will devour to create and rejuvenate!
It tells the geese to fly south, whispering them in the right direction...
It is the soft growl of the lion that wakes its babe to safety...
Like music, it can soothe, or agitate,
Its rhythms changeable…forgivable…
When you take a wrong turn, a dissonant chord harsh as lightning will expel
Suspended in the air—colors more mysterious than hell
And when you love—oh how sweet love carries cherished lips cosmically….
A smile of the most precious melodies ring
New colors—see it, new colors shall spring
What this light truly means is to be revealed
Only for the precious few who listen and truly feel
Wrapped in the soft ribbons of love beyond all mortality
Beyond space and reality
Beyond the very tip of the mountain,
That never had to be touched to be brought to its knees…..
Not once did this force ever have to take the woman by the hand
And say with conviction… “everything will be okay….”
Because phenomenally… she would simply hear it in melody,
Inspired by the blazing sun of a newly dawned day-
Freshly caught tears of joy priding the lonely spider’s web
For Justin Bordner’s Divine Intervention Contest
Thank you, with love,
Laura
Uninterrupted gurgle of nature,
From creator's heavenly reservoirs;
Bubbling, rippling, trickling white trans-nature,
Ceaselessly penning watery memoirs;
Is Tethys, the water-goddess, weeping?
Or eternally shedding tears of joy?
Or constantly irrigating the earth?
Immaculate white pearls are seen creeping,
Midst white-noise, as though rough pebbles decoy,
Angelic water tentatively mirth...!!!
It's, indeed, a revaluation, grand,
That the Angel falls has her connection;
To India, my precious mother land,
With her cosmically linking flexion;
There's a young angelic Indian kid,
Who could speak the language of every bird,
And make them mesmerized by his power;
Magic and charming enchantments he did,
Each plant and tree, in his hands, he did gird,
He took huge pleasure in sun and shower...!
Crescent tumult of cascading funnels,
Erupting, like water-volcanoes, hot;
Twisting and turning through rocky tunnels,
Caressing and Kissing even soil rot;
Did the Absolute, in your dream, prompt you?
To quench each grass those earnestly aspire,
That a little drops of yours wet their lips;
When I touched and hugged you I received too,
Blazing of the Holy-Ghost-like fire,
That, so far, like my mother's love, tight-grips...!!!
03 May 2022