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Come shroom, get high on magic mushrooms,
step through mirrors, found outside the box.
And let your mind meander all day:
sharpening the edge of surreal.
You can scratch imagination's itch:
so don't limit your expectations.
And rid a wacky wish-a-dream wave,
while bidding reality adieu.
Take a step into oblivion,
a place where vague morphs into detail.
And you'll twink-wink your awareness till
ordinary's extraordinary.
You'll taste the sweet color of a smile
inked by the passion of Looney Tunes.
And you will orbit the universe;
then gradually descend to Earth.
I wonder if one human life
comes with opportunities to go home again.
TimeLine Do-Overs.
I wish I could have taught my kids,
and my neighbors' kids,
and your kids,
that the Holy Spirit is to Christianity
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to EarthJustice and Peace,
to Bodhisattva Warriors,
to secular humanist ecologist atheists,
to Taoists,
to Buddhists,
to the Original Tribes of holonic-organic animists,
nature-spirit nondual co-arising worshipers
of each sunrise,
each life as gift,
grace,
sacrament,
wonder and awe,
not quite so much competitive,
win some but eventually lose it all
shock and awe.
The Gaia Hypothesis
plays a WinWin dominant game
as a creolizing
matriarchal-patriarchal equivalent
co-messianic political economy of co-redemption,
Works for me
as both Earth-regenerative natural process
and HolySpirit-cooperative spiritual progress.
There is indeed something childlike
inherent in this view of Gaia as Sacred WinWin Ecology,
perhaps in a Gregory Bateson sense,
shared DNA-RNA memories
of Mother's sacredly nutritious embryonic womb,
when communication about mutual health care-giving and -receiving
required no LeftBrain words not yet learned,
and yet infant production and host consumption levels
across the double-boundary of womb and embryonic new life
balanced cooperatively co-empathic
or both would perish as one Gaia Spirit.
Everything I have learned about life in the real world
other than this Virginal Gaia Spiritual experience
of matriarchal nurturing flow
to maintain bilateral primal relationships,
has fallen a bit patriarchally short of my initial anticipation,
expectations of meeting others
originally baptized in polypathic Gaia Holiness Spirit
and not really needing to remind their kids
that our shared HolySpirit is to multiculturing religions
as the Gaia Hypothesis is to polyculturing healthier outcomes.
I wonder if I had planted this message back twenty years ago
might Gaia as HolySpirit
sound less hypothetical,
and more exegetical,
today.
Words in the journey
Sentences the narration
Distinction with a twist
Emotions add to all of this
Transactional approach
Ernest Hemingway, Famous Writer/Novelist
Some of his works, “For Whom the Bell Tolls, Old Man and the Sea and Farewell to Arms”
Venturing into reader’s hearts and minds exploration
Expectations into what the reader thought only a gesture
From land to the shores being the awareness of breezes circulating the human senses
Aroma of fresh wander, hope and idealistic values
Mr. Hemingway often wrote what he saw and felt
The theory came about as he would travel from Key West to Miami, Florida
He lived in Key West, Florida
4 hours ride from time to time
It would be the Greyhound Bus, and while reclining back in his seat
A Novel that became complete
From the good Earth
Novelist words and sentences connecting the here and there
Revolutionizing extraction
Detail having an awareness factor
Mind and paper of anticipation
Novelist Brew
Greyhound Bus in pursue destination bound.
Early rising
Sparkling skies;
Sublime moment
Dearest and I
Get ready;
Tour group assemble
Tour coach speeding
Jerky vibes;
Highway pulsations
Chinese lady guide
Delivers tour highlights;
Foreign inspiration
Off we go
Profound talk;
Morning invocation
Lijiang Expressions
A theme park act;
Chinese folk drama
Expectations
Captive tour audience;
Lijiang story
Vast mountain range
Snow-capped peaks;
Silence speaks loud
Supersonic boom
Speech echoes wonder;
Our ears feel blast
Overpowering sonic
Lady tour guide drenches;
Too high decibels
So many words
Stressed and jarring;
Blazing this mountain road
Joy lives here
Spring lingers;
Awesome mountain side
This old village
By this mountain;
Agrarian dialect
Cotton candy clouds
Breeze the peaks;
Touch of heaven
Ancient village
Historical tribal culture;
Displaced by modernity
Theme park sojourn
By mountain side;
Photo snapshot collection
Leon Enriquez
Lijiang, China
Yunnan Province
22 May 2014
I want to share my feelings. I love you deeply, but I’m feeling confused. I used to protect my heart and ignore my desires. Now, my financial situation is getting better, and I feel a strong sense of peace. I enjoy my daily life and believe that a higher power is guiding me.
Recently, though, I’ve noticed a change in how I feel.
I miss the youthful energy I used to have. I wonder what this means for me.
Some people might call me a “cougar,” but I often feel out of place, stuck behind society’s expectations.
I feel drawn to the idea of forming deeper connections, like with the Dark Horse, without feeling guilty. I treasure the memories that evoke emotions, but I also realize that having a youthful spirit is something to celebrate. Society often misses the value I bring, but I embrace my identity and take pride in my heritage.
In the end, I cherish my free spirit as a precious part of who I am.
I hear the clarion call of your heart
as it draws me to you
For I am a FLAWED man seeking refuge
from my BROKEN world of lies and deceit
where I wore a MASK
so I could barter for love with ILLUSION
found in my IMPERFECT poetic words to lovers
giving weight to passionate expectations
of sensual gravity
found in sweating palms and the warm blankets of morning
I share this with you to reveal my FACADE
so your giving heart can see my TORN soul
and heal its tortured CRACKED realm of emptiness
spilling out before your tender hands
So I may be worthy of your love
6/14/21
contest Writing-Prompt...Flawed
sponsor Constance La France
Nothing but horses on a merry go round,
painted faces, costumes, and lies based on facts.
We’re all wearing masks
that disguise us from ourselves more than others,
making it so hard for anyone to really know at all
what they want or need until they lose it.
There’s no typical or expected
or proper or appropriate;
only expectations of propriety
and the viability of options,
hiding tears behind smiles,
running up hills and down aisles.
It’s padded chairs and seat belts
and artificial light
and plans never completed,
love never returned,
and electric blankets and solitary music
and pictures of angels
and books about lovers.
My greatest fear
Is that day when I will sleep
Sleep and not be able to wake up
Causing pain to the people that loved me dearly
I’m sure I will be able to feel their pain
And my greatest fear is to leave without helping them fill their empty bowl
For they gave it all to help me grow, not only grow but also make our lives better
I never knew that failure was so normal
And our expectations were well disappointed
Learning didn’t end in the class for I had to learn to endure, endure the fatal pain in silence
Not sure if I will go to heaven or to hell
I just pray the Almighty will consider the pain and worries I had gone through
And give me an easy rest
When the mind is intransigent,
it sees what it perceives to be true,
and only believes what it sees.
This skepticism is human nature,
yet all is possible with God.
Some people hesitate
to explicitly declare their beliefs,
for fear of being mocked or shunned.
Friends and family are integral
to a healthy spiritual life.
Our personal experiences
enable us to define
good and evil.
And when we pray to God,
we are spiritually comforted.
Our egos are fragile:
we need a sound support structure,
should self-doubt attack us
over failed dreams, low expectations,
and meager accomplishments.
Do not forget that you are a soul,
don't allow doubt to be
your tormentor and destroyer.
#Counting!
Caught between numbers, days and emotions, strangled in this corner of the unknown, don't know what to count or how to count, should I be counting with my fingers or my imagination, for images in my mind are blurry and fades before they could form clear indication, I wanna hope but anything can happen, I wanna smile but fear of the unknown reserves me, maybe I'm stuck, maybe I'm floating, maybe I'm just out of timing, maybe I should breath, relax and let nature take its course.
Get a little closer, listen as my heart beat, beat with uncertainty, the end of the tunnel look way far, maybe I'm impatient, maybe I have waited way too long, maybe I'm out of shape, for it be long since I was part of this waiting and expecting
Wanna breath, wanna sigh maybe create more space in my lungs, clear thoughts, clear spirit , maybe full body and soul cleansing is what I need right now, to stand on guard for the unprecedented,
Maybe I should start counting the stars, hope I don't finish them and start recounting, before the unknown reach my shores, maybe I should kneel pray, maybe by luck my expectations would be before me before I can say my Amen, maybe I should take a walk and maybe by luck, would meet my expectations before I got tired from walking, if not counting
Maybe I should just continue counting, count until numbers make no sense at all, count until there be nothing in this earth to quantify, maybe I'm just a counter caught in wrong streams of life, I wanna stop counting but my heart says the opposite, I wanna give up but in my hunch says not yet, I wanna count, count and count more now than ever, please don't stop me from my counting, I am counting , counting the unknown for the unknown, I'm counting
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