Long Equanimity Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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There is nothing weaker than water
But none is superior to it in overcoming the hard,
For which there is no substitute.
(Laotse, "Nothing Weaker Than Water", Lin Yutang, trans.)

That weakness of mind and body overcomes strength
And uniting...

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I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence, 
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy"...

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So cramped ...
Strain to move,
Flex and budge in tiny increments ...
That's the limit.
Constantly testing, trying,
Pushing, pressing ...
Constrict, exert, constrict, struggle,
Spin slowly, push ...
That's it. That's all.
Nothing more.
But it helps ... relief,
A body sigh ...
But only...

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Here, I am...
Retired,
Happy,
Sitting on the relaxing throne of my age,
Reminiscing what I went through in life.
A mere spectator I have now become,
Observing in silence the works of men,
Having no worries
Of carrier advancement,
Of acceptance,
Of recognition...

My only...

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Understanding myself, and towards developing  introvertedly 
The parameters of today, yet most lay dormant inside of me
Questioning the how, as in such, the extended inner faculty 
Fractured as then, it's an opposing end, and...

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Throughout 2016 I have been reading Rob Brezsny's Pronoia
Is The Antidote For Paranoia
now ending before I reach 2017.

This postmillennial bible of multiculturalism
ends with several questions or statements
with space to write in my responses.

I am about...

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Send me no more peak experiences.

They are too dear
for my everyday time budget
of liberal
liberated
liberating 
resonantly exhausting compassion.

I am too addicted
to conserving resilient peaks,
avoiding dissonant valleys
of mundane anonymity
sometimes winning
sometimes losing
in-between equanimity
integrity 
of co-empathic co-arising intent
for more...

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Honey,
please don't even try to get me interested
in your Cranial Ontology Department.
You know how the name itself
puts my brain to sleep.

Yes I noticed your tendency to snore
when I am thinking out loud,
with tender thoughts about...

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“The Dissolving Heart” 

How many keys
played for seeds 
bleeding a life

read, received 
cast out 
in the left field 

planted in the heart
of karma to become
new life reflecting

inwards out to another 
holding the echoing
music kept safe...

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When I was a male child
I prayed to an eternally mute dualdark goddess,
Gaia was our name
for each Other's
secular
sane
sacred
sacraments to share passion.

And so I heard bird songs
praising each day's anticipated Gaian glory,
everybody playing cooperatively nice,
or at...

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LeftBrain thinking,
not an avatar
of compassionately feeling
emergent healing systems,

Chilly baptismal waters
of equanimity
do not typically suggest a warm bath
in multicultural
and global
democracy.

Is it possible,
reasonable,
healthy,
therapeutic
to carry gifts of resonant love
and extend them to those
evoking a long history
of patriarchal anger
and...

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KING DAY
(A Retrospective Perspective)

			     David said to Solomon his son, be
			strong and of good courage, and do 
			it: fear not, nor be dismayed: for the
			Lord God…will be with thee; he will
...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and...

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“The Lazarus Heart”



In the moment 
time stops:
suspended; seen
in solitary confinement
the heart of a soul
silent light weighted 
in the dark, rebellious
is the meaning of a name
Mary waits four days
in the flux
The Lazarus Heart
kick starts bedevilled 
by...

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Moment a desire arises 
we become joyous
Mind starts ruminating
We are hooked on to it

What began as a mere thought
Now controls our mind, actions
Mind thinks about non fulfillment of desire 
our happiness is ruined

Many youngsters aim...

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Ego was lost.
Heart was realized;
spirit, unified~ and realized,
  Self.
Fears flooding relentlessly;
bravery and determination to get through.

Realized thoughts were not self, they come & go.
Sat on the throne above thoughts; conscious observer.

Again, incredible bravery...spirit is...

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Unseen forces like real native spirits
in red clay cliffs who show painted faces.
Singing songs echoed in faint voices:
tattered tribes, shamed souls, sacred spaces.
Hidden hurts of primitive peoples
have effects that only time erases.

Unseen forces from privileged...

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(for: them who are ever there!)

these branches and roots
that cord to the grave ancients
should be free from man’s swords!
both oracle and priest held for days …

I 
Your voice speaks in the silence of the night
To...

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O mother, who was so beautiful, yet, troubled with everything 
that may affect on the son’s well being; and therefore, grew old.

O mother, who was so elegant, yet, was so concerned about her son;
she always...

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My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.

Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more...

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You want to know its merits? 
Very well, then. Daylight slants 
deliciously across the boy's 
inclined, thoughtful face. 
His lace collar, crumpled, 
houses valleys of shadow. 
Or what about the Water Seller? 
Look at that...

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I really started  Meditating in June of last year during a Vipassana Meditation Retreat.  By really meditating I mean consistently connecting and doing a practice that resonated with me and made sense.

I never...

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Among the hearing participants, some stayed put, some cast curious eyes outside with craned necks, some stood up and began to pace around or away, but nobody was seriously scared, nor were there any corporeal...

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Relax, count my breath up to 4
Recall how Jesus chilled on His cross
Pinned like a cool butterfly
Hung like a shroud on the line
The crown of thorns felt fine
The nails betwixt ulna and radius divine
He didn't...

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