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Families
and communities,
hopefully becoming like extending families,
and that would make them some form of faith communities,
relying exclusively on top-down authorities
to empower today
and tomorrow's cooperative faithfulness
to ourselves
to each other
to Earth
to the Universe, perhaps,
are also families and communities
under-invested
suboptimizing
bottom-up maturing co-empathic responsibilities
to learn nutritional elements
and synergetic trends we democratically trust
and multiculturally feel
for their optimizing wealth of health potential.
And, those other darker
not clearly articulating our Golden Ruling DNA-RNA heritage,
and those clearly distrusted
as anathema growing trauma's immunities from growing healthy egos
and evolving nutritiously faithful communities
and Earth's regenerative spiral trends,
bilaterally co-arising
ego/eco consciousness of Earth
as sacramental cooperative fulfillment
further seeking positive faithful WWW promise,
Win self-economics
Win Other ecologics
Win Earth ecosystemic
organic spacetime
0-soul co-investing moments.
What cooperative fulfilling authority goes down
equivalently invites and resonates with
co-empathic promising responsibilities
emerging from below shared daydreams,
not nightmares,
rising synergetically up.
Climates of health recycling down
so landscapes of wealthy global democracy
rise revolutionary
and sacramentally
and cooperatively
organically up.
Earth's changing from above climate
seeps up and sweeps down
into each community's communicating climates
ectosymbiotic and endosymbiotic
creolizing and transubstantiating
into and around
each individual's internal climates
of organically faithful experience
and desecrating despair, dismay, competing dissonances,
and, so, thereby,
sacredly vice versa,
preferably more actively cooperative Win+Win
than reactively competitive Win v Lose
capitalistic and patriarchal
over-extended
and extractive
gamesmanship.
Families
as organic communities
cooperate best both sweeping up
and seeping sacredly down together
of and for tomorrow's greatest polyamorous faithfulness,
and minimal monoculturing
climates of despair.
I've been transformed by willingness, and a desire
to move forward without keeping sad things in mind.
Confident to smile with surprise and allowing love to flow in;
faces don't avoid my glances that were unfriendly and sullen.
Something that happens unexpectadly can give someone an unusual thrill;
I distrusted people who were different from me...having no character, no will.
Followed by my shadow, fear captured me to create unnecessary fright;
my room became my habitat and escape from a society claiming their plight.
With no friends to meet at cafes and local restaurants, I closed my windows,
prohibiting a glint of sunshine...assuming it wasn't meant for me, but for others.
Glued to a wide screen, watching documentaries of tragedies and unaviodable fates;
empathizing with them, and yet convinced that I shouldn't have been grabbing at straws.
Hackneyed words came out of my mouth, a habitue' of negative and dubitable thoughts;
and filled with their drudgery,I stopped listening to positive folks, thus, doubling my loads.
How can one be transformed by willingness? Discard the habits that amount to nothing;
find the source of your uselessness, and be inspired by all who have achieved their goal.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Tommy, my quintessential favorite black cat loved Halloween
we stayed inside to watch trick-or-treaters through a screen
Tommy loved to go outside but on that night, we stayed in
he was not eager to see all of the strangers dressed in a whim
he was a one-woman cat, scarecrows and skulls amused him
He liked seeing lights that lit up by sensors scaring kids to their brim
when children screamed, he would hide under the couch or bed
he distrusted people he did not think were right in the head
He seemed to have a fancy for older folks, liked them a lot
my grandmother always brought him a treat from her pot
something with tuna, salmon, or some other kind of fish
She presented it with a flourish, and he gave his tail a swish
They were happy with each other, Tommy and my Grandma Fay
Halloween night was not a time we saw her though, she stayed away
She was not fond of children’s screams any more than Tommy she said.
I was glad, because she was corpulent, and could not fit under my bed.
To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature
In an enchanting garden
Stood a slim sandal tree
With delicate branches
Reaching towards the sky
Wind rustled thru it
To carry its perfume
On her wings
Far and wide
Birds nestled among
The pretty leaves
To live their lives
In happiness and peace
Near its roots
Lived a big black asp
Distrusted by all
Alone in its misery
He slithered up the sandal
And wrapped around
Its perfumed trunk
And closed its eyes
For many days
He stayed like that
In hope to take
A little perfume from the tree
No matter how much
He tried and tried
But could not get
The delicate aroma
Nor would the
Gentle sandal tree
Get the poison
From its body
Hunger made him leave
And all let out a sigh
For again the sandal
Stood erect to
Spread its perfume
Far and wide
On the wings of wind
By-Tahera Mannan
19/04/2011
For Constance’s ‘The Tree’ contest
In all things, give thanks.
Surrounded,
overwhelmed by disassociating depression,
learn gratitude.
Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phrase.
Depression and gratitude,
depressed impress.
Impossibly essential
potential.
Suppression and hope.
Hope in and through
blind and deaf as faith,
senseless passion dispowering position
over doubling down negative consequences
co-arising dissonant experience
with resonant resolutions.
Repressing naked clarity,
dualdark yet light-squared
and cubed
in fractal dialects
of holy, trauma,
sacred enslavement,
immortal despair.
Desecrated Earth
by commodified inhumanity,
capitalized corporate stricture,
giving thanks
for dawn's promised dusk.
Within,
above,
below all,
giving thanks without receiving praise,
re-acclimating gratitude,
humbling attitude.
Great commissions,
emissions,
omissions;
elevating attitudes
descending through our past.
Elevators rise to fall to rise
within great and small
freedoms of commission.
Paradise fulfills embryonic passion
as pleasure grows roots in healthcare faith
emerging from fragile hope,
contagious absence of distrust's despair.
Desperation limns failed aspirations
lacking pathological denial,
returning Earth's holistic trust
with humanity's mistrust,
light squared lust
disturbing dualistic darkness.
Energy's massive capital,
our degenerating god
of depressing idolatry.
Craven subsidies
defy investments in future health
of divestments from past pathologies.
Information capitalizes derivatives of energy,
as exformation departs from pregnant entropy.
Great commissions
of gratifying robust relationships
grow from small omissions
of history's dissonant mistrust.
In all trusted passions
and distrusted pains,
give thanks.
If you were a tree,
or even a revolving cultural tree of history,
SunGod would gift-forward
fore-give
ProGenerate your positive/negative perennial waves of energy,
nutrition, healthy midway
between fear of freezing to death
and angry memories of wilting from thirst.
If we were EarthTribe's BiCameral Foresting Trees
we would celebrate together
SunGod TaoZen of YangSpacious Medicinal 4D-(0)-soul,
emerging WinWin EcoTherapeutic Peer2Peer PeaceWarrior
descending from PolyCultural Elder Communion Circles
worshiping GoddessGaia Earth of Queen Shabbat Yintegral
MeditationTime
Sun/Heaven penetrating receptive
warm wet Earth/Soil
together feeding poly-empathic co-gravitational experience
evolving rich health moisturized
wealthy compost
within our recycling forest of thirsty roots
and wilting crowns.
When I remember back through shared tree roots,
I recall before God could ever possibly become languaged as a Noun,
god must have been effectively nutritious nondual co-arising Nature's action,
growing polycultural differentiation
and balancing panentheistic freedoms
within Time's dialectical infrastructure of
developmental seasons
Light's empowering natural/spiritual balance,
bicamerally decomposed, reviewed, reflected, reiterated
sensexual experience
of healthy trusted
and pathological distrusted
renouned language meditation songs
and reinvested nonverbal medication dances.
Allah was Earth's medicinal panentheistic healthy verb
before becoming LeftBrain's monotheistic meditation
wealthy reNoun.
To be fully human life's historic potential
is to become humane panentheistic EarthStory
revolving fully sacred-natural life's potential integrity
is to divine wealth trust our MeWe dipolar
Tree Crown/RootSystem co-arising
bicamerally surprising
EarthTribe selves.
Greedy Leonore was despised, distrusted and unloved,
born with ugly futures, her life was a relentless torment;
she harbored rage for not being a stunning beauty.
sweetness lacked in her words immensely cold,
her youth was lived enjoying a deceitful moment;
she sold her abused body for pleasure and money.
Such a deabolic spirit expressed itself adequately
with a character fabricated by a desire for riches;
not even a queen possessed a wealth like hers,
how did Leonore acquire it if she was raised in rags?
This seems a fable, but in truth iit"s no mystery...
trace her footsteps, discover her many cunning ways.
Behind the scenes hides the malcontent Albert,
he hears her rehearsal and has reason to lament,
" I fell for Leonore, gave her everything I had;
I squandered fortunes to show her a dazzling world...
was she worthy of loving me or receiving a generosity
which has left me broke...making a living so humbly? "
"Leonore, deceitful Leonore...your envy of other women
who are gentlle and beautiful angers you to commit murder,
don't allow the insanity contaminate the blood in your veins;
I may be the last victim of a merciless and maddened mistress,
will others quickly fall for you and go insane with nothing to own?
Should I come forward and warn them of the unforeseen danger? "
Written on 8/21/2016
I found a haven from a home
Where the ever changing battles
I could not win
In a group of amazing people
That just so happened
Belonged to a church
They never judged or
Made me feel less because
My clothes didn't come from the Gap
Soon enough I realized that this group was special
When church after church turned their backs in disdain
My car was rusted
My dress threadbare
My mother crazy
My offering not enough
As I grew older I stayed away
From a religion that embodied hypocrisy
How I abhor deceit
My faith I still held even though
I distrusted the institution that taught me
I felt in my heart that there must be some truth
In the love Jesus spoke of
With much conviction
I sometimes wondered if we read the same bible?
Did they read how he washed the feet of Mary Magdalene?
Many years it would be
Till like a thunderbolt I woke up and
Saw the truth that had always been there
We are all connected every person, animal, tree, mountain
And all the beautiful flowers
There's a rhythm and balance that can be found in nature
We somehow lost while building nations
We should love and care for one another
Not because we're told
Because we want to
Understand we must stop warring
And destroying this planet
Because who's being destroyed is
Us
Live in every moment
Feel all your feelings
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow is not certain
This is my truth it may not be yours
I will respect what you believe
Please all I ask is the same
01/06/2021
My Spiritual Journey Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
I was broken, busted and disgusted;
But now I got Jesus;
I got the fruit of the tree in my soul;
and He won't let me go...
I was, but Now I got love
I was, but Now I am His
I was, but now I got Jesus, and He freed us...
I was lost, tossed and distrusted;
But now I got Jesus;
I got the fruit of the tree in my soul;
and He won't let me go...
I was, but Now I got love
I was, but Now I am His
I was, but now I got Jesus, and He freed us...
now I got Jesus, I got the Lord;
now I got Jesus, this I am sure;
I was broken, busted and disgusted;
But now I got Jesus;
I got the fruit of the tree in my soul;
and He won't let me go...
I was, but Now I got love
I was, but Now I am His
I was, but now I got Jesus, and He freed us...
now I got Jesus, I got the Lord;
now I got Jesus, this I am sure;
I got the Lord, the Lord Jesus Christ in my life;
and He doesn't have to die for me twice;
For He's the one and only witness...
With the fruit of the tree in my soul;
I was lost, tossed and distrusted;
But now I got Jesus;
I got the fruit of the tree in my soul;
and He won't let me go...
I was broken, busted and disgusted;
But now I got Jesus;
I got the fruit of the tree in my soul;
and He won't let me go...
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
I Was but now I Got Jesus;
A Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
came in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
White
EcoFeminist way
He seems to want to stay,
to overpower my say
and will to sing
our musing pray
Because...
why?
I wonder what he feels
about me,
us,
about his own deep harmonic longing
to listen for our sung together feelings
Music therapy
composed of what we economically
and politically Trust,
wanting mutual
and actively co-invested
full singing circle harmonic Wins right now
to Win more easily tomorrow's healthing way
And what might this PatriCapitalist feel
he does not want?
Perhaps less Win/Lose
ZeroSum individualized power and light assumptions
actively distrusted
settling for more traumatic apartheid,
denial of interdependently woven relationship,
nature v spirit non-indigenous dualism
divorced from my own prehistoric felt experience
longing to avoid further ***** nihilistic Lose/Lose
trauma
decay
pain
loss
degeneration.
Am I distracting
dissonant
too RightBrain gooey
for serious performance competition
with Your church choir's
true blue bought and sold
commodified liturgical purpose?
To put on a good LeftBrain entertaining show
Rituals about cooperatively enjoying
our win/win WholeEarth health-care receiving
and resilient wealth-care giving
by conducting bicamerally harmonic potential
For healthier democracies,
more cooperatively owned EarthPartnership,
more inclusive multicultural polypaths
for universally unitarian polyphonic
constellations of integral systemic Voice
Yang yintegrally
WuWei
less Western sociopathic trauma
best forgiven through compassionate
indigenously polycultural
wellness sung and danced
Win health Voices
to Win resilient wealth Choices
for green ego/ecosystemic leadership
Con-celebrating BlueSky/GreenEarth
light and power felt
warm harmonic need
for more and better
inter-religious
intersectional
interdependently reweaving
healthy democratic communion
Which is what I need
and want to say
about how I seem to feel
when a Straight
White
Elder Patriarch
comes in to where I RightBrain sing
my Gay
Gospel
EcoFeminist way.