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It is not so easy to give hope,
Because it is committed through a thin rope.
You all changed the meaning of trust,
Because your words were written in the dust.
How much you can fool me,
Now I will not believe in you.
No one will give you mercy,
One day! you will regret on thy.
My dark sight is only my shadow,
And still it is purely deep.
In you, your heart's emotions are low,
Because your thoughts are darkly cheap.
How one can be so fake,
Few died to keep their promises alive.
Many break it in one take,
Still, you bargain on your friend's revive.
Just a dummy you are without shame,
People will kick at you at any cost.
Might to fool me was your aim,
A day my head will come on your toss.
In love, you break,
In words you falter,
In faith you fool,
In eyes you lie,
In smile you fake,
At heart you cheat,
And in trust you are dumb.
She darkly dreams in Anger Valley
discovered shortly and belongingly after
original Fear uncovered
floating languorously downstream
to leave behind red hot footprints
of childhood work
and play
and pray for change,
growing health,
by increasing win/win compassion healing,
Or terror aggressively swims upstream Fear
to warn future past angels of light
against win v lose zero-sum evolving valleys
theoretically coming, climaxing frequent culture
Streams of chronic militarized lose/lose outcomes,
AngryGuilt and TerroristPanic,
predator v prey EarthClimate degenerations;
All regenerate Rapture hopes
carelessly abandoned,
neglected,
dissociated from natural Earth bodies,
disembodied spiritual abstractions
disarray
chaos
Where first generation fear
predicts second generation anger
then moves forward
in ego-defying perpetuity,
self-fulfilling oppositional prophecies,
I can hate you
before you hate me more,
Defiant disorders
jumping from traumatized prenatal experience
into nationalistic militarization disorders
Only left-brain elitist might
takes RightWing defiant reactions
against cooperative democratic
healthy
resilient
resonant
regenerative trust.
OverYang oppressions deny less frightened options
of Left with Right mutual multicultural balance,
deductive historic thoughts
with inductive cultural feelings,
Polypathic integrity,
secular with sacred PassionValleys,
Natural Associative-Grateful Persons
with Ancient Originating DePersonalizing Spirit,
Ego within Ecological EarthResonance:
Primal ZeroZone Theology
flowing languorously/passionately
down and up YinValleys
Of Anger is
to enlightened reason
as Fear is
to empowering passion.
Snipe and Curlew are skating on the mist
they sing of the water
that sky-water which sways to their songs.
Flat is this land with no coastal margins,
here I am the peak of a mountain
my coated form
darkly winged with strange desires,
an ardor compelled to rain down
upon these wandering streams,
to babble and pour in the Wash is my pleasure.
Osprey skim between the worlds
as they plow the brume and drizzle.
Silver trout dangle in the air
hooked by the wringing and the wet,
the taloned and the dunking beak.
You gandering Grebs where are you gone?
O yes, you are swimming a soaking river
betwixt the two poles of this sodden world,
you wade and paddle, dip with a breezy ease -
with dauntless sweeps you divide the oceans.
What is a health optimizing adventure
appropriate for a co-empathic prophet
of ego/eco-therapeutic peace?
In this dark Advent time of climate degeneration,
When we feel more than just this solstice year
co-darkens to complete,
to tragically end,
When we feel risk
and need opportunities
to heal our entire exterior timelessly dark future,
to heal interior decomposing dusky thoughts with feeling minds
and dis-organically stressed bodies,
to heal climates of sickly expanding universal therapeutic needs
with some unitarian cooperative spices
and some chaotic climate spaces
terrorizing pro-organic persistent feelings;
What is a wealth optimizing Advent
appropriately co-acclimating with all nature/spirit prophecies
for ego/eco-therapeutic restoring justice Peace?
from ego-central
through eco-tribal cooperative Win/Win balance,
Advent co-presence
invites co-empathic listening,
responsive hoping,
active faithing,
everyday love, darkly,
sometimes starkly, enchanting.
From the everyday hubbub I have often fled
to share the stillness enjoyed by the dead.
Over chimes that mark the quarter and the hour
noisy Crows play hide and seek around the tower.
Cross beneath the arch and through the gate
to those here bearing witness to our fate.
Marked by gently listing weathered stone
they lie here all together, all alone.
Through village history I slowly pass
borne on the ebb and flow of unmown grass.
Sarah Smith, taken in eighteen thirty-one
her past just twelve years old, her future gone.
Another Sarah, Eames, near the main porch,
each facet of her tomb topped by a torch.
In a corner by the hedge with beard of moss
a solitary ornate Celtic cross.
Reverend Ogle, keeper once of Church and grounds
now waiting for the final trumpet's sound.
Another cross, lain flat with hole for flowers
rests darkly in the shadow of the tower.
Wind and weather from it's face the name long taken
unknown, but unto God is unforsaken.
Inside the Church in amber candleglow
stand the Alabaster Angels- and they know.
Respectfully I pick my way back to the gate
till next time, and eternity, they wait.
One last glance back, then time to move along,
All Saints calls out the hour
the Crows are gone
Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?
Yin: A bicamerally balancing ego/eco-teleologist.
Yang: Well, so what's that; a teleologist?
Yin: You, if you believe the Earth is your co-gravitational
(0)-double-binding mind-spirit/body-nature center
epi-center
of wealthy egonomic
and healthy ecopolitical values,
each with equi-valent
ego/ecological
transgenerational health-care
deep wealth meaning merit.
Yang: So, who wouldn't believe that?
Yin: Probably no one.
Yang: So, why, exactly, is this an issue I need to look at right now?
Yin: Because, if you are an ecological panentheist,
then you are also a (0)-interest
co-invested bodhisattva peace warrior
poli-economist,
presumably.
Yang: Wow, I really did not see that climax coming at all!
Yintegrity: Yes, well, I get that all mind/body bipartisan time.
YangBright: Hmmm.... I can see purpose Now i
n sort of a 4D WinWin Cooperative Here
Ego/EcoOccupyers
Rejoining RNA Tribal Purpose
unfolding dialectical
exponential
deep fractal meaning
kinda' organic sacred WuWays.
YinPower: Don't rush, reframe our collateral flow issues,
in alpha(0)mega double-binding poli-economic
nondual crown/rooted
mind-dawn/body-dark
respirating EarthNature's
dipolar teleological appositions.
YangLight: You flow on too darkly rooted much
for optimally repurposed fire-power.
YinPower: Invest less in competing economic partial-trusts
and politically disharmonic insufficiency
of loving sacred beauty.
Instead,
invest in repurposing
every co-engaging
meaning-full
experiential expedition
only where your economic health flows out
our cooperative climatic inflow
of politically multicultural wealth.
YangMind: Ah, yes,
I see
our MidWay Zen
mutual reflection again,
where my Tao wealth
caressingly embraces your cooperative health
of coarising egomind/ecobody-engagement
Right purposeful proportion,
eco-dominant meaningful balance,
light's radiant fractal frequencies
of regenerative logos-dawn/mythos-dusk
Yang/yin
pregnant/absent
positive/double-binding negative,
appositional boundaries of co-balancing light
and prime co-relational powers.
YinPower: And you think I flow out too much feeling!
Imagine
each morning
when we wake up
we remember where we came from.
This is never exactly the same place
in our therapeutic imagination
for the same reasons
we can never actually go home again
to that original warm wet womb
from where we first emerged.
One morning
I come from,
and hope to return to,
water.
The next morning
perhaps fire
Eastern sunrise horizons,
or sacred, yet darkly unformed, hope,
dim memories of Paradise,
integrity,
great great grandparents
so many singing, like stars
gleaming bright
and fading with first dawn's light.
Imagine gratitude
each night
we drift through our epic journey so far
within this day's point of origin
and wonder about our webbed history
sharing Earth's daily orbit rebirthing story,
awed response to where we may start recycling from
again to-gathering
all our tomorrows
into each last inviting day.
Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine
Deep sultry listening
for wide empathic languages
whispering iconic myths
of syntax flowing paradigms
Reaching across Full Moon shadow
to inside passion die for outside pleasure
in contented ego/eco-flying Presence
within soaring without
Free of struggling
with letting go of anger
for AnthroCapitalized ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best colonizing years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's bodhisattva rebirth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage
this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding
and refolding Earth's timeless synergy,
eternally felt Being Present
reconnecting regenerative tisssue
of progenitor's FullMoon Medicine issues
HumaneSelf reconceiving DivineOther
co-empathic eve of solsticing
wise dicing esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights of peacefully resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
purgation's Advent darkly waiting
opens sublime ego/eco- bipartisan therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are also Me,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from FullMoon wondrous Heaven
and NewMoon Earth
awesomely co-present
AnthroHours
and co-enlightening days
and EarthAnimated seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and widely Peaking Presence
Silent smiling
coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving
co-gravitating humor
in love as life
spreading wild as moonlight
on this wise CoElational Eve.
starry winter night
missing her summer conversation
softly wishing in vain
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of poison ivy
starry spring evening
missing her winter conversation
a sweet, gentle breeze whispers her name teasingly
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of heavily concentrated acid
starry summer night
missing her spring conversation
dehydration sneaking up on me as i see mirrored spots of her beautiful image
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in a pool of chocolate coated sewage
starry autumn evening
missing every season of her conversation
another year older and my heart even more darkly clouded and cold
moving on is like jumping off the high dive in many layers of absolutely nothing
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma,
like this dopamine boosting flavor I taste.
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart,
breath by breath so that my soul may be chaste”
He is the one that loves me and watches me night and day
as I sip my coffee I ponder on my future and His way
How can I yield to Him when my hopes are on the fringe ?
A caffeinated woman highly stimulated by life, unhinged
like the fences of my childhood past, ...
He is the scent that clings to my bones at my most secret hour
the shadow that never leaves me, my Babel Tower
How can I be obedient until death when life continues to shower?
Juiced up to the max by life's contours I tend to cower
like the deer in the forest I shrink away fast, ...
He is the light at the end of a long and darkly tunnel
a few prayers on the lips and I am able to leave this jungle
How can I serve Him best, when all I do is stumble
revved up like a strong cup of espresso I can only guzzle
like a thirsty beggar, without a solid repast.