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I watched two people sitting side by side
In an old Parisian style café
Eating croissants, sipping cappuccino and sharing
Glimpses of the past, present and future
With one another.
So completely mesmerized with their deep - space eyes,
The thought of me, anyone or anything else
Could not have been more than a fleeting speck
Of sand across the corridors of their timeless time.
Such is the mutual attraction of those in love,
No less than the allurement of
Planets, stars and galaxies
Swirling all around and high above.
Ultimately causing me
To stop and wonder how
Long, this ethereal dance of cosmology and biology
Has been in motion.
While it’s nothing but a notion
concerning coffee shop masquerades,
These lovers left me stirring
A fresh cup of curiosity
Along with my
latte’.
What LeftBrain Yang learns about nature,
by standing apart from nature,
RightBrain Yin explores within Sacred Nature v Secularizing Pathology.
LeftBrain Yang
sells us Win-Lose choice
of therapy restoring peace, someday,
or retributive traumatic self-righteous justice,
sufficient for today.
RightBrain Yin
would offer ego/ecotherapy within,
with sacred natural-spiritual
nondual Yang-Yin primal relationship.
Yin darkly offers this deeper sacred ecological gift
of cognitive-affective dissonance,
anti-enthymematic noise,
resistance,
depressing witness,
Yin lightly invites divine co-presence,
basic attendance,
noticing Win-Lose of YangLeft
against YinRight crises
As also Win-Win LeftEgo
within RightEco
sacred Gaian opportunities
for restoring cooperative
bilateral balancing
health-therapy
Rather than Yang's dominating habit
of dismissing,
undervaluing Yin's matriarchal WisdomCircles
seeking com[passionate]
poly[culturing]
natural-spiritual outcomes.
Our political economies of choice
toward Win-Win cooperative light
or competitive Win-Lose,
not quite so bright, defaults,
preferences,
instincts,
choices,
proclivities
invite restorative therapies
of RightBrain's Sacred Tao-ecology
With ThreePoint Trinitarian thermodynamics
dipolar appositional vectors,
nomials,
variables,
dialectal structures,
morphology,
ethology,
cosmology,
revolutionary transubstantiation,
wu-wei dipolarity,
positive psychology,
biology,
sacred ecology
of Win-Win bilaterally humane-divine
ego-eco
Left-Right
DNA-RNA ecopolitical solidarity
Fractal holonic 4D RealTime relationships,
double-binding
within full-color and sound
scaled spectral octaves
Singing and dancing together
but not merely toward or for poor victim sinner Others,
and certainly no longer degenerating away from
restoring co-redemptive Others,
but Win-Win singing PermaCulturing NatureSpirit Operas,
already at bicameral hand
and foot
and mindbodies
within bilateral Earth-consciousness
Teaching and learning
speaking and hearing
giving and receiving
deep sacred healthy-wealth,
compassionate nurturing ecology.
It's not my choices
I regret,
But,
sometimes what I didn't choose
to do
or join
or say
or at least not forget
About not hatching up
or mashing down
some healthier choices
in a wealthier nontraumatic time
for restoring EarthTribe Justice
kismet.
And,
most of all,
I regret
My apparent inability
to make choices univocally
when my only ecological deadline ability,
now moored upon my biological disability
to independently grow less traumatic degenerativity,
post-healthy inside climate stress disorderly
Cosmological personal death of me,
dirth of humane resilient We,
despair of MotherEarth's just right
cold/warmly
revolving light
and dark climate power
regenerativity
More explicitly integral
yang yintegrity
of bicameral resonance regrowing wealth
of fairness cosmologically healthy
Heavenly Peace
rebirthing Just EarthWomb warm Cosmology
blue/greenly co-investing
in strongly resilient
yet flexibly resonant,
empowering
and harmonically enlightening
life choice inter-connecting systems.
Powers to choose,
like all power,
can be more or less than ZeroSum,
Power,
like light v dark,
includes passion,
dispassion,
compassion,
Favoring regenerative life systems,
and disfavoring degenerative dark death
monotheistic
monocultures of chaotic rabid hate
violent revenge
pure white-hot patriotic punishment,
retributive choice fragmenting voices
of fear-filled anger
win/lose
heading toward lose/lose
Nonsystemic
nonlife
nonchoices,
dualdark felt
nihilistic voices
Speaking up
and out,
It's not my pro-healthy life choices
we multigenerationally
regret indigenously
What we didn't choose
to do
or join
or say
or at least not forget
EarthTribally.
Where might we see
yin's silent voice
surfing on a windstorm?
Where might we hear
AnimaMundi,
speaking with GrandMother MoonLight,
for octave systems
through PositivEnergy stringing words
of Mother Spider,
instinctively born
of fractal RNA wombs
Seeds of potentially perennial,
revolvingly dynamic,
unfoldingly systemic
spirited GeoLogical Time
Rhythms
ZeroCenter Zones of Pattern
Yet HummingBird Yang
of vibrant Joy
co-arises,
square fractal dances
flights consciously exercised
growing us joyfully smarter
than we really can fly
Northern up
Southern down
Western sunset backward dominant,
LoseLose dualdark
cosmology
Eastern dawn of Spring reborn
WinWin forward baptized
in resilient ecotherapies.
PostMillennial PositivEnergy
dialectals,
dialects of ZeroZen Tao
spoken ecometrically
as sung polyphonically by yin Spider's
nutritional nesting Energy--
joyous celebrating networks
Octaved spider webs
with polypathic LeftBrain emergent
scales of flight
hovering joyous HummingBirds.
SouthernSoul with NorthernSpirit
Wild WinWin Revolutionaries with WiseElders
Young yin-webs
network hosting
listening for
full-flight
HummingYangers.
Where might we hear
yin's silent voice
humming through a windstorm?
language — the threshold of the universe
tracing hidden membranes
each word, ganglion
where starlight settles into semantic scaffolding.
we are nerve-endings
where it shivers into tongue
quickening drum of chest.
white space exhales corona-fire
self expands, exoplanetary —
each firing a solar flare
reaching stellar drift
where rift becomes gift.
body tessellates —
flesh dreaming treillage sleep
deep in dendrite-forest
the universe yore-wakens
never separate.
intimacy resurfaces —
lowercase, unannounced
sharp as transistor-click
the universe leans closer —
a soft swirl into wrist and star.
the last synapse
burns backward through fuse
recognition in wristwire
recognition in starlace.
the universe
inscribes first
hieroglyphic axiom.
In the beginning, was the “primeval atom”
according to the scientific datum.
From a state of infinite density,
known as the primordial singularity,
the atom experienced faster-than-light expansion,
followed by a massive temperature reduction.
More heating and cooling produced protons and neutrons
the building blocks from which life eventually grew.
In the beginning, there was a collapsed star,
begins a theory that sounds so bizarre.
From the debris which that black hole spewed
the universe eventually grew.
In the beginning, there was antimatter,
and an equal amount of matter,
according to plasma cosmology,
the plasma universe theory.
The interactions of electromagnetic fields
a superabundance of plasma yielded.
Plasma produced matter and antimatter.
Our universe eventually formed purely of matter.
In the beginning, there was God,
omniscient, omnipresent, omnipotent,
immortal, invisible, infinite, and eternal.
God spoke this universe into existence.
The seeming infinity of the universe,
it’s intricate and incomprehensible complexity
testifies of the God who created it.
Mortals, be awed, acknowledge, and worship Him.
I didn’t know what I would feel about Doug Gay,
But I looked for a motorbike outside the church,
To reinforce his black biker jacket and sociology,
Which superseded church goers and that bunch.
I made it one of the first things I did in Glasgow,
To spy on the sanity crutches of its gem leaders,
Of the contemporary church the ancient throw,
To understand my place in society, had readers’.
I actually managed to have a short conversation,
With him, where I did inquire about monasteries,
And he told me that there was an abby, fixation,
Which he attended often for all his quandaries.
I felt that Doug Gay thought that this discourse,
Was important for what direction I took for sense,
And I knew he wished to replace choice, of course,
For serendipity, onto which god could map, hence.
It was an ephemeral chat, but I kept the dalliance,
And I felt efflorescence from my litre against religion,
Because I’d confirmed that Doug’s bold defiance,
Of the traditional church was fuelled by abbey liaison.
He related the bucolic abbey to Christian theology,
Saying that the Glasgow Christian scene was demesne,
And was a harbinger to the students was cosmology,
By relegating the church’s Jesus to erstwhile, totally.
He said that his god or Jesus had petrichor sweet,
Unlike the nauseating odour of the church stated,
Giving him propinquity to redolent credence neat,
Because he was historical, within the abbey gated.
I appreciated the Late, Late Service somewhat, bits,
His modern worship service of dance, so rebellious,
And now the Rev Doug Gay diligently and surely sits,
As a Glasgow University lecturer in studies religious.
In the depths of silence, when I gaze into the unseen mirror of my thoughts,
I wonder what it truly means to contemplate one's own nakedness,
is it the absence of something that should be, or just an illusion of the mind?
Reality is merely a spectacle unfolding before my eyes.
It is here, right now, in every breath and blink of my being,
but the more closely I observe it, the more it transforms into a mirage,
becoming an endless abyss where my center of gravity is lost,
I fall freely through this void, not knowing where it begins or ends.
Fear overwhelms me, yet at the same time, it takes my breath away with beauty,
and I understand that fear and ecstasy are two sides of the same fragile coin,
the spectrum of emotions is limited, yet paradoxically, infinitely vast,
for the nothingness, in its emptiness, is actually all I need to be complete.
This is the cosmology of joy, immeasurable in its silent infinity,
it is nothing but myself, the entire universe contained in a single soul,
for there is no other, just one being singing its own melody,
behold, here and now, before you, is all that ever was and ever will be.
I understand that there is no separation, only a dance of particles of light,
and in this recognition, I find a peace that embraces my heart,
for in the apparent void of being, I find the fullness of all that exists,
and thus, in the silence of the universe, I rediscover my true essence.
Whence Harry got to tarry for a Barrymore
Extra curricular activities ,
Extra virgin olive oil
Extra terrestrial cosmology,
saucer you are a foe, metaphor
You are an earl gray without Milk and sugar ,
a cup after an interlocking prayer
A wrinkled skin that tells a lot about a tafsir
And a tiny pillow that will be always mine
telling me to come home and sing a mundane song.
I am oblivious to loose any more
I am neither grievance nor exaltation
I am a tribune that you are Sasha's brother
they check the headline every day
Do you have the funeral teardrops with you?
Mine one was empty as I got them all from you.
The one who knows Rita
The one who knows Glow in the dark
The one who knows Chapter Takathur
The one who knows Alan Kurdi
The one who knows I miss that I never coveted
The one who knows I came to the sky blue , light hearted silt head
Not to have you, but to have me, back!
(“Under a Swirling Sky”, 2013, original pen and ink and acrylic)
Wives Tales and Molehills
We live in age of mediocrity
When the average
And even below average is celebrated.
Yet like in any age there is greatness,
And yet this greatness is disparaged as elite
And privileged and the product of systemic supremacy.
But much of what is disparaged is inherited wisdom,
Traditional knowledge and the legacy of
Technological innovation we all enjoy
Without understanding
Or increasingly, even appreciating.
Yet even in all this
Occasionally an individual rises above the rest
To lead by example and inspire as a beacon.
And inevitably their greatness is diminished
By everything from slander to assassination
With conspiracy theories whispered and spread
To bring them down
To the merely mortal, the common,
The tainted, just like us.
And in the end we get confused
About their greatness
Or even existence of greatness itself.
Maybe we fear the truly great are not like us
And so not able to guide and inspire
Those who are clearly less than.
Maybe we fear their obvious greatness
Just goes to show
All men are actually not equal
And so again not able to guide and inspire
Those of us who crave equality.
The result is the mediocrity
Of mountains made into molehills
Fueled by old wive’s tales
Of envy and deceit
Into a kind of New Age flat earth cosmology.
No one can be better and special of course
If we are all meant to be special,
Which is what our heart tells us must be true.
And if we are all special
Then no one is.
(9/13/25)