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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 than duplicity.
I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind's eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.
Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.
Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body's continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.
Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.
My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.
I will live in poverty again
I will eat less
Warm my home at 55 degrees
I will walk in thrift and dream in commonality again
I will tread gently
Walk faster
Work harder
I will face my tide of want with a greater tide of faith
I will believe in my makers willingness to support me
and remember that birds are fed and bunnies survive
even when resources are very low
This is but one plane
This is but one place
and still each day is incredibly precious to me!
I will find joy in frugality when the others still swim
in having
I will not resent what I do not have
I will make celebration of what still exists to me
I will better taste that which I am given to taste
and better value what I am given to have
I will love more gently and kiss more deeply
this life
Embrace me oh poverty as I embrace you
Tread as gently on me as you can
I will be brave
I will not faulter in the face of this your mighty fateful storm
Because I know
It is in fact not having that may makes life great
It is believing in hope and kindness that defines us
We may no longer have
and yet we are kings, Lords and Ladies
if we meet adversity with the grace
enjoyment of the little joys
and touch others with our simplest acts of kindness
and generosity
I will walk out on this long thin pier of want
with the nobility of royalty
for we are crowned and honored on our way
This new land of deeper want!
May I rule my new land with more generosity
not less than I knew in times of plenty
Grant to me God
The dignity to spread joy where err I am able
though I can no longer buy you flowers
Please see how beautiful the flowers of the field are
May you receive and welcome my humble offerings
of wild flowers as once you might have welcomed the most expensive array
Let us ... all of us who face a change of well-being
Be willing to reinvent ourselves in the beauty of simplicity
It does not take money to be a king or queen
It does not take money to be kind
It does not take money to be thoughtful
It does not take money to be happy
It takes the monumental commitment of character to face adversity head-on and drive on
in joy
Today is still your only guarantee
So give your all today
If only you knew
Of how painful is the throb
That grips my heart
When I think of how cold you are
Towards me, Love!
If only you knew,
Of how powerful are the waves
That strike my coast
Submerging me in their surge
Drowning my tears in them
Killing me with their might!
If only you knew,
Of those dreams that I have constantly,
Those dreams related to both of us
Those dreams, given to me by the skies,
Wanting so eagerly to see us being
By each other's side
While we row our given boat
In the murkiness of this world's swamps!
If only you knew,
Of how desperate I feel
When I think that you may not see reason
In between the folds of that mystical side
Of mine which is related to you!
If only you knew,
That I have sworn to the skies
To be made to cease to exist
Should it be that you love me not!
After all, the roots that bind us together
Originate from the source of all existence
If only you knew,
That you came in this world,
For my sake,
But, blinded by Maya's veil,
You have forgotten about everything else!
If only you knew,
That you are a fallen God,
Fallen for my sake,
And that your cause on Earth
Would turn out to be void
If you choose not to cuddle my heart
In between the desirous pulls
Of your lips!
If only you knew
Of how I yearn for an opportunity
To tell you of same,
When you have pushed me into
A blank silence,
A silence which witnesses my tears,
My fears, my floods and the wilting of my flowers!
If only you knew
That you are hurting the Gods
By not abiding to their will!
Pray, if only you knew
That this world is not your home,
Never has it been so and never shall it be
Awaited you are back there,
With me by your side!
If only you knew,
But how would you?
When you refuse to let me open up
To you,
As you most probably see not my pain,
My hurt, my agony, my visions,
And my dreams!
How would you?
When I remain overpowered here,
Countered on all sides
By the frugality of maya and its illusions!
How would you?
When I remain mad
Mad, with my wild imagination
And my mystical visions!
Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today
Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate
at highland manor apartments
penury run me underground in potter's
grave adversity doth unfortunately accelerate
curse to finance repairs of titled automobile,
more'n six months ago plus of late,
where saving impossible mission more
difficult than resurrecting the dead
even an atheist (like me) could activate,
thus this poet blithely doth adumbrate
posthumous renown much more likely than
mine corporel flesh (a complex conglomerate
edifice), essentially if present automotive
woe continues, one beastie boy aggregate,
oven ironic steely dan sing nature
unstoppable trooper, respectable,
and likeable rubber re: soul apostate
ascending, bridging, and
crossing unscheduled airdate
not set, whirling wide arms akimbo
webbed spirit world whose
self worth did depreciate,
this future disembodied
essence death will alleviate
he can deliberately leverage,
imagine, and envisage, I do articulate
mean, kickstartering (ill) luck knowing
postage overdue, I anticipate
outstanding debts unpaid
monies ash should urn
at grave robber's rate
within an eternity and
credit debits to eliminate
delay getting transported
into another dimension
NO colorful bedecked Apartheid
of time space, nonetheless
perhaps choosing reincarnate
entity formerly matter
of Matthew Scott Harris
doth unconsciously assimilate
painlessly whatsapp pining
for xfinity (away off into
verizon) accommodate
ting with easy equipoise no
difficulty to assimilate
linkedin with alternate
universe, where "FAKE" prelate
will presidentially usher
trumpet, shutterfly, annunciate
one successful Earthly gadfly,
donning imprimatur to communicate
with bone a fide skull fullness!
FOR PROLIFERATION OF THE IMMIGRATED SOUL
There are those people who would not leave their country no matter how the trouble comes.
There are those people who leave the same regardless of loving home.
Yet, there are those that leave their country just from the mere thought.
They want to embrace diversity.
They want to experience the world.
America the beautiful is origin to the immigrants’ daughter or son who travelled to our shores with his or her spirit and soul.
Contented to find his or her own niche in the world.
Encircled by the strife and the struggles that confronts them to develop within an economy that has its depths of despair.
You now consider one selves native born because you are part of a government and a home front.
Our neighborhoods are our safe havens.
The bases of our freedoms is this interior.
The Statue of Liberty stands in the great State of New York where immigration manifested and destinies were sought.
Today you harbor the same protective thought that your worth is palpable to autonomies given.
A sanctuary that cherish your diversification, America the beautiful you come concentrated to growth into frugality of a new generation.
Determined to your mien, your consideration is the right to work.
Your interconnectivity represents your material culture.
Sociability, you strive to thrive in divergence...
For proliferation of the immigrated soul that came to America as a catalyst within a new world.
Stand now for your self-determination, for your independence and choices...
You have the freedoms and the hope for a greater tomorrow.
Social sets and communities will form.
Welcome to the United States of [North] America!
____________________________________________________________|
Written August 22, 2016!
One morning, I had a cup of coffee
By the window of my hut at Lahong
Facing North. I let the air evolve into wind
From my mouth to the surface of the vaporizing
Liquid in the cup, forming waves,
And then took a sip.
The heat and the taste bit my tongue.
Ouch!
The sky was partly cloudy; it was raining
In the West whilst the sunrise shone in the East.
I took a sip.
I looked up in the sky and was pleased to see
A rainbow painted on the Western part.
Mamang always warned us not to point our fingers
To the rainbow because doing so
Would give us skin blisters.
Papang once told us that there is a pot of gold
On each end of the rainbow.
I took a sip.
The color of the liquid in my cup was pale.
So was its sweetness.
Poverty and frugality are twins.
It came to my mind:
The pot of gold on a rainbow’s end
Is the answer to this bland coffee.
I took a sip, the last sip.
I left the hut, treading westward,
Barefooted. Soft drizzle on my head.
Tacky quagmire on my feet.
I walked, walked, and walked
To Gacutan – I had seen one
of the rainbow’s ends on this place,
but it disappeared.
Noon came with raindrops
Falling on my head. No shelter.
No food. No rainbow.
On a grassy peak of a hill
I waited for the rainbow to reappear.
Soft drizzle on my head.
Cold wind against my skin.
Tingling touch of grass on my feet.
Afternoon came with sunset visible,
Giving warmth to my shivering lips.
The rainbow! There! On the East!
I saw one of its ends
On my hut at Lahong.
Prices rising: the reality of this plunging economy,
thriftiness and frugality are greatly demanded
in order to survive, and having less to spend
is a deterrent to those once-easily-obtainable luxuries;
I have become very frugal, to buy more for less,
and waste of food is not allowed to incur scarcity...
I squandered my money on items laying in unopened boxes,
never displayed: I could have saved those dollars,
and not put on a grim outlook as dispirited as this;
so embittered and hard-to-get-used-to, and yet hopeful that
the New York's Stock Market will improve, by the bell's sound,
bringing stability to the Nation and the optimist's mind...
The extended warranty on my Honda has run out,
and repairs must wait...back on jammed buses and trains,
standing up and putting up with noisy and naughty kids;
my savings account is running dry and worries amount,
repression or recession are bad news for an honest working man:
no planned vacations, and no expensive gifts for that matter...
Here, in the United States, Mega Millions and Lotto promise to make people millionaires,
but every winner has deprived himself of many needed things
before striking it rich, and with tons of money: how will one handle it wisely?
For now, this fate remains unchanged...following the same routine:
getting up and going to work, just being normal and making ends meet;
being thankful to have a job to ease up this grim outlook: not awfully dull and daffy...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
- Summer rain is a passing moment ~
which will soon be pierced by sun rays -
quote by poet
Merry sound of happiness
a little rain satisfies the air
The clouds are the shadows,
after sunny days
Aquarius is wise,
nature painted in watercolor
Countless lyrical drops
crystals sprinkle in the flower bells
Nobody would care,
neither bird, flowers nor teasing bees
Can smell the wet substrate
and breathe pure thoughts everywhere
Collecting dripping drops in a jam jar
with an apostle spoon in silver
Summer rain in triumphant symphony
scattered through paradise
With frugality and a lot of profit
- until the soul is satisfied
The overhasty mind gets cluttered
often losing concentration,
not doing chores or things
rationally, but overloading
itself with unneccesary thinking;
it happens to me sometime,
leaving the car key inside the ignation!
Imagine my grumpy mood...
I get very skittish and to get that out,
it'll take a sleight of hand!
Once I made a delicious
barbacue chicken,
and left it on the grill
on low heat, because I liked it
well-done; I went back
and my yummy bird was gone...
the hungry sky-larks
snatched it away,
ate everything, but left
the bloody bones!
Absent-minded guy,
how can you slacken
on attending the most important things?
Sometimes you slip and shuffling
there's a chance you'll lose control...
that's when trouble comes in!
When was the last time
you scrambled off a ladder,
and landed into the coldest water of a pool?
All the kids watching...surely thought it was cool!
Another way of saving lots of money
is not excessive frugality,
absent-minded guy!
Get rid of the parsimony
and allow yourself to spend it wisely,
not forgetting to check the balance
in your checkbook...before going
on a shopping-spree!
Absent-minded guy,
be attentive and be aware of forgetfulness!
O POVERTY!
You who paid a courtesy call to that peacefull affluence home
With a diamond portfolio
And at your departure enquiry unveiled it a Pandora's box
That the son turned rebel against the father
And the daughter hearken no more to mother's rebuke
O poverty!
You, who dragged that man of irrationality to the court of nature,
And there in gave him an ignoble defeat.
O poverty!
You apprehended that woman of extravagancy tortured her
And taught her the lesson of frugality
O poverty!
Your fruit is sour, insipid and intoxicating.
The man who live by it for long jeopardizes his span
O poverty!
He who accommodates you accommodates sorrow
He who embraces you beckons doom
O poverty!
You, who vandalize a whole land without a nuclear explosion
And pour water of tears onto that healthy face
Having robed off her hope.
O poverty!
You silenced that wise retched man in the gathering of the intellectual
And gave that rich fool the privilege of giberish.
O poverty!
You, who strikes your victim with a sword of broken heart,
The one who compete a path with you mocks his life
For no offence in calling you one of the sibblings of death.
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