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I see a perfect reflection in
the mirror of the pool.
Not a breath of wind to disturb
its clarity.
I gaze awhile until a single
raindrop sends ripples of
disruption to destroy
the perfection -
distorting the image;
rupturing my expression;
deforming the shape of
my torso.
Another raindrop falls
and even more so
until the image is a blur,
swirling, whipped up
by the whistling wind.
I stand by the pool
as the storm builds;
thunder stealthily approaching
from behind the distant hills.
Magnificent in its crescendo.
Lightning flashing,
booming, crashing.
Then the silence
as the storm passes.
Wind dropped, no more rain,
and a perfect reflection in the pool again.
Boulders,
split wide open,
with rounded river-shaped edges,
greet the rain,
their rushing Creator,
everyday re-creating
Fossils
witnessing time's solidarity
between flowing rivers
and boldly shaped
deforming compassion
for lowest sedated intent,
immortal purposes of flow
yet majestically Progenitive
Transparently vulnerable icons,
open seasons of geologically irrational
time invested
in transporting communion
Like a flowing poem,
a rain-drenched story
voicing well-told resonance
Yet compassion longs to understand
why this structure
and our causal flow
have not only found each other
but have remained together
to this recreating end.
Like river rocks and rain,
perhaps we have no knowable choice
other than acclimating time's solidarity
of righteous flow and unliberated shape,
spirit representing nature,
relationship suggesting dynamic autonomy becoming
interdependence unveiling healthy equity
wisdom seeking formed understanding
rain shaped river rocks.
Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
The girl was luscious in the wake
Rising at break of dawn
If only she knew I was a mistake
Before we made the bond
I grew fond of her everyday
And night gave me loathe and dread
My heart was weak, I couldn’t send her away
But fed in her desires instead
I kissed her in the forest of green
I had forgotten what I am
I gazed into those eyes, so keen!
A smooth and gentle lamb
One day I stopped to think a bit
My stomach wrenched and twirled
Through love I had lost my sense and wit
To a pitiful village girl!
Avoiding her best I could
I hid from beauty’s caresses
But again she found me in the wood
And so grew the obsession
But so grew the moon
And the waning was abstaining
Good night, wonders of the noon
With memories remaining
Alone I wandered in the cold
Knowing it was coming
The sky grew dark, the sun was sold
Behind the madness blooming
Transforming! Changing!
My mind went all a blur
Rage deforming! Madness deranging!
I couldn’t think of her…
The time was gone!
The night had come!
I thought I was alone
But then I saw her standing there
Pale and stiff as stone
I woke up that dawn sitting there
On the forest floor
And there lay she all bloodied and bare
The lamb that I adore!
The wounds I found were like a gift
I know they were from my girl
I’m glad she fought her will to live
As I blindly devoured her
An honorable lamb with bloodied hooves
She’ll never leave my vision
Sacrificed for ravenous wolves
And no cry for jurisdiction
Bloom not cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind
-an oldie , hehe
For Pd's Contest : )
beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil
…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters
seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…
Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
"The Honey Masquerade in Delta"
Love and Lust
ignores
ALL
The Others dissolve
who cares, Lovers don't -
Lovers are in a world of their own
Lovers dance
through shadows
Love and Lust
play their own game
Unafraid, they play
Day into Night
Night into Day
Burning sweet like toffee
they play,
The Honey Masquerade
In a World of their Own
The Wheel of Fortune calls
Venus Spins
Freedom
Delta lies her land flat
triangle shaped
beckoning
Free,
but now
Honey Trapped
Apollo runs her like a River
Out to Sea
Love like a poem
sweet vibed and ripe
Lust like a bandit
challenges Love
and ignoring
ALL
Lust takes the shiny, juicy Apple
and temptingly whispers to Love …
"Come, take a bite."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"Behind The Wheel"/ Depeche Mode
https://youtu.be/cHpApC0oSCw
"His life rushes onward in such torrential rhythm that...
only angels and devils can catch the tempo of it.”
Anais Nin
“I prefer empty cages, Sabina,
until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.”
Anaïs Nin, A Spy in the House of Love
"One discovers that destiny can be diverted,
that one does not have to remain in bondage
to the first wax imprint made on childhood sensibilities.
Once the deforming mirror has been smashed,
there is a possibility of wholeness.
There is a possibility of joy.”
Anais Nin
"Good things happen to those who hustle."
Anais Nin
“The one thing we can never get enough of is love.
And the one thing we never give enough of is love.”
Henry Miller
“Anaïs, I don't know how to tell you what I feel.
I live in perpetual expectancy.
You come and the time slips away in a dream.
It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence.
And then it is too late.
You numb me. [...]
This is a little drunken, Anaïs.
I am saying to myself,
"here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere."
Henry Miller
.... obviously, too much whiskey ....
"Delta of Venus"/ Anais Nin
Looking hard too close
reality frays, unravels—
its seams loosening
jarring certainty open
imagination pours in.
Reality stays
sharp only when unchallenged
The moment you ask—
its borders smear and soften
its lines are smudged by your hands
Edges hard and sharp—
dim, drift, and start dissolving
with a close-up stare
inviting luck, risk, doubt, chance
to sway and reshape the view.
At the fuzzy edge
even time begins to shake—
fixed truths shudder free
all that is solid quivers
in the mirage deforming.
Relentless desire
makes things fall apart and bleed
with your inner want—
casting phantom shapes that stir
over the stark truth revealed.
As with all things it began small,
As a whisper, a glint, a glimmer
A distant chickadee giving voice
To a sun that rose ever silently
And a morn that seemed ever,
And ever more promising of wonder
Fleeting westward the veil’d stars
And rolling thunder
Dappling tears
That shed their gladness
The growing light abate the fears
Wrought, the wet groaning night.
And it seemed a slow standing ovation
A clatter of chirps, cars and school children
Beginning their ritual’d day
A smattering of clouds forming and deforming
As the orchestra began to play
And my window became a ringing call
Beckoning me to my door,
To turn the knob that had secured me before
Symbolizing a threshold—of a freedom
That lay beyond—
And more.
When disuniting yang's admittedly subjective supremacy
debates against disforming yin's non-objective wimpiness,
Then yin with yang,
like right with left
ego/eco-covenanting crisis wanderers
sojourn between win/win and lose/lose anawim,
learning to speak against vulnerable emigrants
absorbing dualistic debates.
These two now mutual antagonists are most motivated
to leave their win/lose wilderness wanderings,
in urgent search here
for a more secure dialogical sanctuary
away from emerging outside/inside climates
of increasingly rabid pathology.
Learning to ask stretching win/win cooperative left/right questions,
like how can we universally tolerate non-listening pathologies
without fragmenting our unitarian interdependent doxologies?
How can we exchange therapeutic questions
with universal integrity
for tolerating only nontoxic answers?
without some unitarian communal sanctuary
for deep learning more expansive not not tolerant
of active hope
to sing and dance
more globally together,
With no ego-adolescent inappropriate supremacists
left hopelessly
and passively behind
for right-wing monoculturing punishments
or insufficient left-wing lack of universally empathic love.
Is it possible to celebrate
a virtuously interdependent circle
only intolerant of unreflective win/lose tolerance
for received colonizing
and monoculturing v. multiculturing
dualistic Earth evolving views
through either/or thinking and feeling?
Rather than securing a cooperatively held
inside/outside-justice climate space
for all bicameral both/and nondual dipolarities
appositionally tolerating paradox
Worthy of harmonic wu-wei
in-between tipping points
toward healthy with harmonic integrity
economies paid co-redemptively forward
in powered political relationships
of mutual forgiveness
for publicly implicit win/lose assumptions
deforming childhoods past.
November 9 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 8-10
Key Verse – 2Corinthians 8:1 Moreover, brethren, we do you to wit of the grace of God bestowed on the churches of Macedonia.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR BESTOWED GRACE ON ME
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your blessedness
By Your faithful greatness
Midst sinfulness’ afflicting terribleness
While assuring my soul with perfect salvation-wholeness.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beatitude
By Your virtuous fortitude
Midst carnality’s tormenting attitude
While filling my heart with worshipful praise-gratitude.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bounty
By Your abundant generosity
Midst poverty’s smashing calamity
While filling my needs with ready provision-security.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your benefit brand
By Your biblical command
Midst covetousness’ destroying demand
While supporting my commitment with grand wisdom-stand.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your beautification
By Your holy function
Midst iniquities’ deforming motion
While converting my character with miraculous righteousness-transformation.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace on me with Your bliss
By Your warm fellowship I must never miss
Midst problem’s disturbing hiss
While affirming my service with commendable diligence-practice.
Thank You for Your bestowed grace upon me with Your bracing
By Your powerful enforcing
Midst sorrows’ oppressing cursing
While strengthening my faith with mighty help-fencing.
November 9, 2022
The time I got from eternity made me a part of you,
as my desire flared like the blazing galaxy of the cosmos,
I was keen to see the day my dreams would come true,
when your love will pull me though the void of oneness.
The sense of yearning came in the zero hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time,
stalled in my sky where you glided like a consumed star,
its catching cadence created a surreal symphony in my heart.
The rhythm of celestial music harmonized with my essence,
where the ethereal emotions sank in the space of rhapsody
that wrapped you and me, blending us together forever,
consecrated the concept of capturing craving called love.
At the acme of surreal desire of magnetic longing,
the private space between us imploded to nothingness.
Our fused souls then turned into oblivious singularity,
suspended in the deep space of invisible obscurity.
As your captivating allure sucked my psyche within you,
bending my self-control and deforming my sense of time,
I gravitated with my stellar passion at fervent horizon of fusion,
lost myself within your infinite depth of black hole love.