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Stars sent an emissary to the planet in the form of gold.
She transmogrified into a faerie, so she could mingle.
With the wisdom of a wise woman who gets totally old.
She decided to live her life as herself, remaining single.
But alas, she fell in love with a powerful man.
He was a unicorn tamer and he had a gentle fair heart.
Staying single was not in the stars now for Pan.
Yes, this was her name; her sweet nature was an art.
The man had no idea this darling faerie was in love.
He was nice to everyone, so also to her of course.
She asked for some help from the stars far above.
They told her to have patience with this man, Old Norse.
Old Norse and Pan were well suited and had lots of fun.
They shared meals, had long talks, and had picnics at the park.
Pan invited him to dinner, and he was surprised he was the only one.
He now knew the invite was much more than a lark
When they started getting serious, Pan had to show him her home.
He was surprised when she flew him to a new planet among the stars.
They transported his unicorns, his cat, his dog, and his poem.
He had written one, in honor of Pan, who was now driving space cars.
April Ambassador
April, ambassador of spring, appears -
Mediator of the truce
Between dusky winter’s sighs
Of first snowfalls
And the incense of l’air du temp
Where mourning doves entwine with peaceful wings –
The scent of cashmere’s spring
Soft upon the meadow;
Envoy of hope’s wild spice in Resurrection,
Sweeping away the dead odor of winter’s tomb,
Consul coaxing breath into oxygen,
Spring’s letters of introduction,
In strawberry scented tresses,
Overflow with summer’s promise
Redolence of fresh seed
Overflowing from her diplomatic pouch
In deep furrows of earthy loam’s consecration
Curving round the hilltop
Envoy of soft rains tenderly opening a closed door
To negotiate between days mingling with warmth
And diamond edged dewy nights
Emissary ushering in the pungent potpourri
Agent of yearning for the seasonal zest
In the sweet cologne of truce for rose attar.
4-16-21
Contest: Spring
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
L’air du temp – Air of Spring – also the name of a perfume
"The left hemisphere's assault on our embodied nature
is not just an assault on OUR bodies,
but on the embodied nature of the
[sacred EarthMother]
world around us."
Iain McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary, p. 440
The WhiteMale monotheistic privileged attack
on regenerative co-passion
was already our unwell
under-enlightened Way
bypassing time's orgasmic peak ReGeneration
With rising eroticism,
as might be sacredly anticipated
shifting balance bisexually in-between
right BeautyFull polytheistic Health
and left HandSum enthymematic
Holy Open Systemic Wealth
Growth in neuro-erotic feeling
sensual integrity's surfing in
and out potential
peak transubstantiated co-passion
Not so much reciting LeftBrain dogma
while slowly re-opening more sensual
sacred holonic,
pantheistic
holy worship
wonder
awe
By contrast with monotheism
equating homophobic White AnthroGod
with conserving ZeroSum competitive justice
against Both/And co-operative spantheists
feeling MotherEartha's energy
empowering all integral
win/win erotic
exotic
quixotic
handsome informed Yang
beautiful outflowing Yintegrity
wu-wei sacred co-relationships.
Western white homophobic monotheists
decline their own panentheistic ecofeminist spirituality
denying monoculturing force
post-millennially decapitating
White patriarchal capitalism
withering emasculated away
with advancing global
polytheistic sacred synergy,
enthymematic secular awareness
inflaming not not climate anxiety
is neither healthy
nor safe
nor wealthy
nor compassionate
nor bipolar 1 v 0 sexy.
You are optimistic, refreshed, and you bring this to the world.
Having been closer to God more recently than the rest of us.
We recognize your power, seeing heaven in your eyes.
Your joy spills over and saturates us, making us want to do better.
Your laughter is a balm that fixes hearts and changes minds.
We need you in this world, even though we did not know it until now.
You were sent as an emissary, an angel, a muse in many ways.
We cannot imagine life without you now.
We hope that you never lose your spark, your power to uplift.
You were sent here to change the world, and so far you have.
God knew what He was doing when He gave you to us.
We will do our best, to keep you enthusiastic and on His path.
The Left Hand of Darkness tells the story of a lone human emissary from Terra sent to facilitate Winter's inclusion in a growing intergalactic civilization.
However, in doing so he must come to view in the differences of those of the completely dissimilar culture that he encounters; to embracing the aspects of psychology, society, and human emotion on an alien.
The planet Winter or Gethen inhabitants are hermaphrodite, a manwoman, to be respected and judged only as a human being made up of two major religions opposites in belief and ritual. One is mystical and inspired while the other is rational and philosophical. The novel centers on cultural proficiency not only recognize, but also embraces the worldview that each culture brings.
which gender my love
desire, sire or bare our child
while as a woman
The main conflict in this novel is man vs. society. Genly Ai must adapt to the unfamiliar society on Winter. The people of Winter are very different from the people of Earth. They have no gender and no sexual desire except for once a month. Gender roles are not a part of their society; the rules are very different from Earth rules.
music I listen
you are the earth, moon,and stars
mirror I see in
Lesson learned, he must make sacrifices to achieve his goals.
The book can be read as a love story or anthropological adventure.
2/27/2018
The Left Hand of Darkness written by Ursula K. Le Guin, published in 1969
Quote from the book:
Light is the left hand of darkness
And darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life and death, lying
Together like lovers in kemmer
Like hands joined together,
Poetry Contest: Ursula Le Guin
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
I continue reading Iain McGilchrist's
"The Master [Mistress] and his [her] Emissary,"
a retelling of many RightWing dominant
and LeftWing repressed and suppressed events
anti-ecofeminist
and pro-orthodox patriarchal white privileged histories
of nationalistic fatherlands
written across the individual ego-hearts
and eco-habitats
of every EarthMother trans-regenerator
born into spatially incremental awareness
through temporally exponential change--
like a river
greeting an ocean
and an ocean
receiving a river.
Where Julian Jaynes
tells a psychological story of bicameral breakdown
into RightWing bipolar schizophrenic madness,
Introducing healing possibilities
in WinLeft/WinRight
WinWest/WinEastern dipolar integrity,
McGilchrist sees bicameral balance buildup
of LeftBrain ego competence
to passionately re-heal RightBrain integrity
remembering each ego-individuating story,
restorative listening and speaking continuous identity's history
uniquely, yet interdependently,
told through bicameral
bilateral
binomial polypathic
polyphonic musing music
polynomially ZeroSoul Zone
resiliently dancing
universal ego
and unitarian eco-habitat resonance,
Integrity's double-boundary
Yes! Yes!
ecstatic communion potential.
Were they mad crazed drunk or on drugs
As they desecrated a place most holy Ooh
Were they conceited or just plain diabolic
As they committed an abominable act Ooh
The Holy of Holies why they did not respect
Were it that a Holy one would have impaled
Them then at the ebb of the evil blood maybe
Then looming catastrophe would be averted
The brood of vipers same ones who desire
To sell our beloved people back to slavery
The abominable rainbow no amount of rain
Catastrophes seem to wash away the deed
Why had it to occur under my watch Oh RAMA
The guilt and failure is in on me too isn't it now
Were it that I was allowed the forbidden technic
If I was an angel of vengeance would I not smite
The circling eagle please do lead me home now
Eastern bypass AWA let them never perceive of
When did them parent go so wrong of our people
Remind Babylonia harlot her sin-cup now is full..
Do mix her a double portion of tears that harlot
That Jezebel spirit that killeth all the good gifts
We desire to behold you Ooh humble emissary
Let love once again prevail on our people ABA
They behold not they all blunder in darkness
Were you to call them unto guidance even
Then would they seek to seize and ruin you
We have sent over them billows of darkness
The mercy of the sword they are but now given
How long will you contend with the sons of men
As they desecrate the covenant Ooh ya Karima
Send doves I will take it as a sign that it's not me
Ooh Rahman who made Thee be roused in anger
Talk of a bride full of misfortunes in our fathers' hut
When they hunt us down do grant us wings Elohim
When the sun is darkened let our internal light shine
When the moon is turned to blood offer a reprieve..
When a cloud falls from above mercy pliz do hear us
#Khat_Vision Bubbles in time
A Luis tach 30 march 2020
What if insurgency or killings last longer than necessary
What if none of the government is involved
What if it is through external influence
What if they are bound to occur
What if all Boko Haram actions are not of emissary
What if they are not been dissolved
What if it doesn't to any affluence
What if none turns a cur
What if Bandits never exist
What if more lives got lost through other means
What if the constitution don't address resolution
What if there is no room for punishment
What if Kidnapping persist
What if it can be traced to genes
What if ransom increases elocution
What if it is recognized as an ancient
What if Fulani herdsmen killings continues
What if the farmers succumb
What if the acts bring peaceful night
What if the more thanks the more trouble
What if Oil bunkering stops
What if poverty crumb
What if all Barrels are tight
What if no barrel makes rubble
If all these have been ravaging
Should we all agree
If all these have truly being
Won't it be better we rule by decree?
BANKS OF GIHON
Great Leopard you left...
and as you crossed the banks of Gihon...
there you paused and looked back
we were reluctant to put out the fires-
for the children are still young...
we need to cook them yams..
see to it, the young ones are well fed
and put to sleep- oh such innocence...
we did put out the fire...
and great Leopard you crossed Gihon,
and Africa we lost a great son....
But look back you did...
we shall always remember..
some say the leopard.. in so doing
was handing over the button..
we put out the fire and you crossed Gihon....
Your companion a friend..
who had once delivered you a message...
the day machines turned against their masters..
as the emissary was run down Pretoria
running for dear life....
Great leopard you crossed Gihon..
and Africa lost A GREAT SON
BY Lewis k nyaga...
31/12/2014
1828 hrs east african time..
I
One more my friend, one more
ice cold beer golden filled,
till I alone face my mortal end
by death’s emissary killed.
Where haunts a ghost of mine
whom I once much owed...
one more my friend, one more,
just one more for the road
II
One more my friend, one more
boding self-evident truth,
but fear not a day of reckoning
nor an everlasting reproof.
Behold the virgin and the whore,
alas both have sins to bear…
one more my friend, one more
fork in a road to nowhere
III
One more my friend, one more
lost courage for me to find,
to forgive a troubled weary soul
and rest with peace of mind.
Let church bells ring for brides
and infants in holy baptism...
one more my friend, one more
old demon for my exorcism
IV
One more my friend, drink up
and seek a blessing now,
seek a true salvation and pray
that you find it somehow.
And if I pass before my time
among the grateful dead…
drink up old friend, drink up
and live long in my stead!
Written: December 1996