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I “talk” to people on the web
From countries far away,
A few I’ve been to, others that
I’d hoped to see one day.
By telephone or FaceTime
I connect with those I know,
Some frequently enough I’m up
On all their ebb and flow.
Despite all that, the world that I
Inhabit has begun
To shrink a little more each day;
My travel days are done.
The prison I’ve created,
Though much better than a cell,
Is the confines of my home,
The rooms of which I know so well.
My neighborhood provides me
With some peaceful walking streets
And a bench besides the river
Gives me afternoon retreats.
Once a week I’m granted freedom;
To the suburbs we do drive,
Spending time with kids and grandkids
To remind me I’m alive.
Other people are expanding
In the things they choose to do
But I’m stuck without the tools I need
To help me break on through.
White Hole (c) 2025 by Russ Dodson
You are the massive white hole at the center of my soul,
ever giving, never exhausted,
fulfilling all the needs I never even knew I had,
just as I reflect back the things that you desire or need.
When you speak my name love, somehow I always know.
My love for you? Expanding like our private universe;
we swallow and consume all errant starstuff within reach,
converting mass to energy (E=MC squared)
from which then are created endless swirling galaxies,
that in turn reflect back to the cosmos
the glorious beauty of our sacred souls.
No mere black hole could ever stand a chance.
Beneath the shadows of dusk, in a dance of veils and mystery,
Lies a hidden story, unknown to the waking eye.
A leaf gets lost in the forest, a book in the library,
And a lifeless body finds its place on the battlefield.
But I, I hide in the everyday, in the banality of day-to-day life,
In the evident common words, in the flight of wandering phrases,
Becoming invisible, lost in the veils of life.
Sometimes you draw near, only to find me further away,
Like a grain of quartz on the vast beach, a shimmering spark,
Rolling like a coin into the crevice of the horizon.
Or perhaps I rise, expanding like the boundless sea,
Growing so much that no gaze can encompass me.
Yet I cannot remain hidden in a world too vast,
Only in motion, in the flow of thoughts, in the current of the night.
The ghost of consciousness—a heavy inheritance—betrays me even in sleep,
Revealing myself to me, even when I believe I am hidden.
Should I seek refuge in the fleeting present or perhaps in the future—
More certain, as it always stays afar, never truly arriving.
In these words, at last, I conceal myself,
Yet why do you see me today?
To be lost, so as to be found.
False Friend.
Your bull smeared on crystal glass
Comes out of your mouth, out of your ass
Your high society, hold your pinky high
You found the gutter, reaching for the sky
Condescending, patronising, business failure
Buy a jacket from a top-hole tailor.
You can’t buy class it’s all pretence.
Doing things that are complete nonsense.
Making plans, planned never to keep.
Used to control, the peasant sheep.
Paying bills gives the illusion of power
Explaining a clock in an ivory tower.
Imposing your will, expanding control
Speaking words, using a sociopathic drawl
You don’t fool me, I shake my head.
I never listened to a word that you said.
The perfect pair, how clever you are?
And yet you still bought an electric car?
Building a house staying off the grid
Justifying the cost who’re you trying to kid?
David Cox 23/03/24
Beauty beheld
in pupils
irises
expanding Spirit’s filaments
mind
deciphers
delicate
impressions
flowering nerve shiverings
heart petals unwrinkle exposing tender core
temporarily holds what is
to falter, fade
then dissipate
senses alert in
perceptual observation
bows gratitude
personality evaporates
as Beauty returns
into Source’s palms
we
ache
for
a raw rare repeat ~
__________________
Placed 7th : Brian Strand Premier Contest
On Beauty : Feb. 26
Out of one minuscule dot came Earth and so much more
The dot became extremely hot because of a rotating core
Even today it's still expanding and faster than ever before
Scientist all grandstanding except that it's God they ignore
How'd the dot get so hot, maybe you should ask Dr. Seuss
All the theories they trot, what their simple minds produce
One after another chiming in, saying that you're of an ape
Now that, that's just a sin as that it's God's Face they drape
A lot of stuff out there from something so infinitely small
I don't know how they dare when it takes so much gall
Explaining everything away with an oink oink here and
The whole time they betray the One who made it grand
So you can take your theory, placing it where it belongs
For that doesn't make one teary and breakout in songs
How could they forget God when He was the Creator
So some things seem odd and on others their not sure
Genesis 1:1
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
Reverse Engineering a Surreal Eden.
To grow a mountain, - - - - - right!
In, an old jam jar, yeh right!
Of clean soil, Soil! Isn’t that soiled?
Such a seed could be, soiled and would be exclusive;
Perhaps part time growing in window box?
May save the roof? No rain mind, just a tarry dim sun,
Breezed by a filthy wind ; alone!
in its eroded scraggy day, while
expanding, a different slice of the colour green.
Pushed skywards, it all looks the same!
What about Apples and Snakes?
and our engineered countryside,
of plastic and glass, filling allotments,
with mirrors for the gods! And soured bogs.
Eyes only open at jar breaking time
Its stop tap, but no tap to stop, too late,
And – the mountain? We shall keep it
Under the bed, so it can’t be seen.
Your help empowers their hope,
your hope enlightens their help.
Your help empowers their health,
your health enlightens their help.
Hopeful trust thrives healthier
than trauma-terrorized
cynically vengeful distrust.
This is not a mental health
nor a political science
nor a religious
nor a sex therapist
secret.
Why does this same health-receiving and care-giving connection
seem so disconnected in our capital-fueled
straight white exclusive male ownership
historically dominant
public service business sector?
Governing
our tribal reds v blues,
our ungreen town halls,
bored with multicultural
inter-religious
compassionate reading and writing
and nonverbal communication
Co-empathic
FatherSun enlightened
EarthMother empowering
win/win cobinary
co-intelligent
indigenous wisdom education.
Actively curious care-giving,
compassionately pleasing peaceful pleasure,
enlightens economic co-investment
and democratically cooperative health,
further expanding boundaries of co-empathic trust.
Competing despairs of economic and political
financial and social dissociative dissonance,
violent irreligious discommunication,
decays into mutually assured destruction,
unweaving healthy fabrics
Of God's mind-passion
and Gaia's body-pleasure
coming from
and powering toward
a global green
resiliently wealthy
polyculturally curious
compassionate care-giving
Whole Holy EarthTribe EcoSystem
Within which
it is no anthropocentric secret
that unitarian care-giving
empowers universal health-receiving.
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.
From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
clouds and magnetic waves,
fire and wind storms
flowed with YangSun rise
toward western evening's sacred Elder dusk.
Western hemisphere's turtle back
flowed appositional with YangSun,
prevailing with and without FullMoon's yin-centering tides.
Once upon post-millennial time
of expanding co-operative Gaian Theories,
neuro-psychology's ecology of healthcare-giving
and receiving WinWin love,
we noticed our nondual Turtle Hemispheres,
LeftYang industrial sunlight revolutions
with RightYin sustaining GrandMother sacred moonlight evolutions,
Industrial Revolution days
predicting non-renewable energy descent into nightmare nights
but also yin-renewable energy ascension
into and for and of
climates and landscapes and mindstates and dreamscapes
of 4D political reversion therapy,
rooted in ecological flow systems
of tidal waves
and oceanic rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
and root systems of nutrition,
clouds and ionic/ironic dipolar dynamic balance,
revolutionary fire and wind pollution storms
merging with anthro-hubris denial,
our Yang-dominant don't stink,
flowing west to east again west,
north to south reweaving north,
left to right healing rest
in bilateral trust
both secular Left
and sacred Right regained.