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(12/01/2024)
Friday morning,
Words do fall short when I am trying to express my feelings in this written language. But anyway come to Daddy and listen to all his confessions. From the very first moment we crossed paths, I felt a connection that surpassed the ordinary; It was magical how our souls entwined, like strings on a musical instrument we aligned. they say real recognize real; it was my soul that run to yours on that day, i recooo... Aghh??????? a story that cannot be understood. There is one thing that is certain and true; Your presence is a constant source of comfort, just like a blanket so cozy on a day so chilly, wrapping me in warmth and reassurance, a feeling so golden, Rosey ??. Sthandwa, As I reflect on this ongoing journey, I can genuinely say I am grateful for the beautiful memories we've created together. Every shared experience with you feels like a page from a storybook, written with love and laughter. Je t'aime (i love you) more than words can express. Through you, i've experienced true love; imagine you stayed by my side during my toughest days, saying, "through thick and thin, i am not letting this bond break but i want our connection deepen," and instead of leaving you offered me a comforting shoulder. You've seen me at my best and held me during my worst, and your love remained a constant. I owe you alot. You trusted me with your plans since you believed in me that us together they will come to pass. With you, I've discovered the true companionship. It's not just about the grand gestures, but those everyday moments where we share dreams, fears, and laughter. Consider how you understand me without words, and how you support my aspirations with unshakable belief. You are not just my partner; you are my confidante, my biggest cheerleader, and that only person who sees a Champ in me even when the world whispers "Loser". As i continue this journey, With you by my side, I am confident that each upcoming page will be filled with love, growth, and shared adventures. I already cherish the chapters we are yet to write. Our love story, my favorite book.
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XOXO
Truly yours.
-No copyright ©? reserved-Explicitly in the public domain.
BY Yousef Alfil.
The meteor hurtled silently through the mute cosmos.
Till it fell and shattered over the granite rock of a planet.
Hunched men ran afar, afraid, adoring the goddess,
The woman, in late pregnancy, that lay supine on the altar.
Steadily, many moved towards the gaping hole.
All around metallic shards lay around.
Someone grabbed a pointed double-edged weapon.
It served well to dig and carve and increased its hole.
Many joined and even lit torches from the fire of the temple.
The men discussed what best to do, considering their limitations.
They decided on a three-tier structure, explicitly decorated.
But full of tricks in honor of the pregnant goddess.
Years passed and then centuries. Dust covered the rocks,
Modern times came and houses were built everywhere.
Till a man realized a large hole filled with water.
Slowly the hole became large and old bones appeared.
Archeologists arrived. Years passed until the soil was removed.
All was careful not to scrape the walls and a hole was emptied.
The lowest part had strange stairs, some straight, some uneven.
It was meant as a trap for thieves who went down for riches and food.
On one side was a burial place. And on the wall was depicted
A tree of immortality. No one knew what paint they used.
And opposite was the mystery of all. A mystery no one can solve.
Speak into the hole. Ask a question. From behind a curtain, you’ll get a reply.
Yet here’s the mystery of the hole. Any man could speak into a hole.
The sound would be well heard and full of strange echo.
But no woman could have its voice be heard in that dark adjacent room.
A riddle? A theory? An assumption? No solution for a female voice! Only male.
Placed 5
Like fish
for whom water might have transparent invisibility
of an untroubled healthy atmosphere
So too,
our prime bicameral compassionate relationship
is also
our SpiritualMind/NaturalBody Win/Win first love
and last Truth AND Beauty
Passion AND Pleasure hope
For ever-more polyculturing climate health,
and not degenerative Win v Lose
monoculturing
LeftHemisphere dominant
monotheistic
monopolistic
monolithic
monotonously predictable
caste-preserving monstrous pathology.
That being so,
if indeed I have this Left AND Right balanced accurately,
conserve/progress polypathically,
economically and politically,
ecologically,
then health optimization
for LeftBrain ego-caste conservation
AND RightBrain eco-caste liberation
can never settle for tolerating
pluralistic InEgo v OutEco caste-preserving voices,
instead, using these emergent compromised choices
toward discerning WinEgo/WinEco
panentheistic co-passionate pleasure.
This could be true within a humaneMind/diviningBody individual,
within sacred/organic extensive families
living in and on EarthShelters
within natural dynamic-enspirited,
cooperatively-owned and managed economies,
and between politically incorporated governments,
as it is true within any regeneratively trending healthy ecosystem,
explicitly thought,
and implicitly felt,
Crown conserving
and Root liberating our nondualist
ego/eco-arising journey
toward Win/Win healthy inside safe environments,
like fish in ecotherapeutic waters.
Just as "no air" environmental awareness
feels safe for a fish
Just as "no water" environmental awareness
feels safe for human lungs
Just as organic "belonging" awareness
feels Anthropocene safe
from desecrating trauma triggers.
THOUGHTFUL JAZZ
Here I am, floating in a melodic mist
As if notes descend just to be kissed
Imagination’s gates are now wide open
And waiting expectantly for inspiration
A lone muted trumpet softly emerges
Sensing hope and responding to urges
It reminds me of those days back then
As I hear the low swell of notes again
When young, alone in a darkened room
Experiencing that pleasant wistful gloom
Letting soft modern jazz wash over me
Fingers tapping in time, albeit absently
It is almost a subconscious reflection
This strange, unexpected connection
With these musicians, almost ethereal
In limbo, playing their own material
Like waves lapping on mind’s shore
Causing a strong appetite for more
Sometime, if I were to try and analyse
A structure often difficult to recognise
Music just one step away from entropy
With diminished chords in a minor key
A bass line follows like a limping ghost
And the soft brushes remain centremost
Each track part of a remarkable session
Making such a long lasting impression
All this has transferred inside my head
So many meanings never explicitly said
Each phrase eagerly finding fertile soil
Memory left like an organic counterfoil
Like cooperatives explicitly known
and felt,
most virtuous circle systems
love meaningful ecological theology,
a WinWin reiteratively continuous choice
grows political democratic
tit=tat resilience into multicultural perpetuity,
whether virtuous ego inside
and/or eco-habitat therapeutic outside.
Like implicit competitions,
not not corollaries make most vicious
LoseLose degenerative non-choices toward WinWin,
prejudicial leaning toward
inside ego-economic priority
over outside green theological opportunity,
continues stuck in pathological violent nihilism,
dissonant absence of resilience,
ego-inside rabid
as climate pathological revenge,
for anti-ecological LoseLose reactionary ecopolitical choices
militaristic
growing short-tempered mendaciously rabid
LeftBrain dominant expedience
Secular vicious cycles
pursue wealthy growth
to autonomously achieve fleeting desperate health,
before deficit played-out absence
of further future expiration dates
predicting Earth's pulselessness--
attenuated rootlessness
Sacred virtuous long-rooted recyclers
pursue ecotherapeutic healthy memories
of more nutritiously wealthy forests,
wild undomesticated RightBrain sacred spaces
To cooperatively achieve resiliently balanced
multicultural theology of meaning
ego-green wealth
pursuing ultra-nonviolent Tit health
for ultra-violet Tattling wealth...
Long-term cooperative virtues
absorbing short-term viciousness
EcoTherapy
absorbing EgoRabid Virality
Integrity
absorbing Dementia
Yin
absorbing Yang
Like cooperative cytosine
absorbing autonomous uracil.
Written: June 08, 2024
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I carefully molded the clay
Created from the depths of my soul
A structure that would allow me to shield
From the fear of unloving gazes.
Oh, what a vast structure I constructed
It would let me safely unravel
Avoid risks and fears
Beyond the perils of emotion
and fervent tears.
I felt chilly and lonesome in my cocoon
It was awaiting structure annihilation
Remove all barriers and discard them
I realized there had been a few
I was previously unaware of it.
I explicitly acknowledged it later
I ventured where I previously wouldn't
I'm immensely overjoyed
Since I gained a friend
We discussed every nuance
Except for the building's layout.
You're bound, there isn't argument, says the landlord,
Who bound me? Why? Entwined with what logistic cord?
Your father borrowed; you must pay; this is the law,
Does law say, for father's debt, his son to whipsaw?
Thus went the argument; both did not relent; fought,
Each over the other, by tricks learned, wounds brought;
Though both died, explicitly, for mundane mammon,
Haven't both got, in them, common cause conception?
Who's got more reason? Who's less? You and me must say,
Giving and taking are parts of life; none can nay;
Ethics, in existence-jungles, has lost its way,
Humans need to decide with wisdom, that's on sway...
(About 18 million people in India are unpaid workers or held in debt bondage, according to the government)
14 February 2022
We cannot listen
or learn easily
when we do not feel safe,
said the environmental science students
to their corporate sponsored teachers.
Our lungs cannot breathe easily
or our hearts beat steadily
when we are not sure we can trust
the anthrosupremacist resource
currently lecturing
preaching
pontificating
If not explicitly,
then in some implied
win/win, too optimistic sin,
win/lose, realistically right
more than left sacred,
lose/lose, nihilistic blaming Earth
for our economies of immoral
EarthTribe scarcity,
scary complicity
Toxic inside learning anxieties
anticipating outside cooperative
therapeutic
organic incorporations
like cooperatively owned forests and meadows,
mountains and river valleys,
Contextually embraced
by RightOne practical survivalists
and Left ZeroZone
outside classroom thrivalists
learning inside civil manners
from MotherTrees
and their sacred mountained forests
and lakes,
green and blue
and cloud covered too
Studying vast lands
of win/lose uncertainty
taught verbally
for capital-embedded ears to hear,
repeat,
memorize
And patriarchally reteach
reparent
ignoring our indigenous ecofeminist
deep green sacred
customary way of learning co-passionately felt
dialogical bioformation systems
Inviting conversations
between thoughts and feelings
as they inevitably
dipolar co-arise
When we are listening
deeply learning
easily curiously active
when we feel safe
and healthy
and sure we can trust
our cooperatively owned
sacred outdoor classroom gifts.
It takes your money and robs you of time,
Chimes for attention, and rings with crime.
Your give it the power to mold and control
Unending hours, absorbed by its hold.
An instant response is expected, demanded.
Heeded is good but delayed? Reprimanded!
All in-person prowess becomes diminished.
Face to face talking so rarely gets finished.
A bully’s bat and a hacker’s treasure
Anonymity’s cover and popularity's measure.
The catfish pool where deceivers swim
And ransoms demanded at every whim.
Larceny’s tool for the unsuspecting,
Innocent calls for fund redirecting.
Our sense of purity known implicitly,
Is replaced with images shown explicitly.
It was made for our good, but buyer beware
There are dangers galore lurking there.
Be not deceived, what you hold is quite sinister
That cell phone of yours is a devious minister.
I feel stuck in a web of moving on
to leave home behind.
I want to be free of safe turtle shells,
to commune with naked nature
including human,
divine,
humane,
wombmain
not excluding any egostrong stability,
identity,
fragility
as if intolerable
to civil integrity.
I need to grow free,
to feel communion
within
without
above
below
for and of all nature/spirit souls,
timelessly copresent in- and ex-carnations
explicitly remembered
and vaguely
curiously
transparently
vulnerably forgotten
fuels of felt fame
exhausted and ingested,
sober and jested.
I am asking
invoking,
exhaling and inhaling,
possibly provoking
Earth
and all Her Tribes
all Her Eternal Times,
all Her Sacred Spaces
impressed
and suppressed
and depressed
wombmain neural regenerative Places:
When I must at last choose home
between secular wise purpose
and sacred integral meaning,
Remind me,
Mother's birthing nature,
of all our polypathic indigenous ways,
of all organic truths
indicating this ego identity could not be all trusted home
within one compassionate EarthLove.