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The primordial flash of the absolute
illumines the essence of diverse life forms,
the primal energy of the god particles
drives the destiny of the existent.
The universal elements embedded in each soul
interconnect the nodes of survival,
yet each is a tree in the forest of variety,
each is a flower in the garden of plurality.
The rhythm of continuum manifest in life
intones the cosmic music of love,
binding all by one harmonic string
of singularity harp resonating the prime melody.
Glowing in the glimmer of creator’s candle,
sublime soul recognizes the tenet of unity,
formulates the amalgamating equation of being
in the fold of divine network of integral oneness.
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December 3, 2022
Contest : Journey Without Movement
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Through the passage of lost moments, I became a shepherd of dreams,
On the road of oak hearts, dried, in their empty homes I dwelled.
I overnighted in my guest souls, humble abodes on the map of the cosmos,
I gave them from my translucent light, I opened windows to azure flights, lifting them to the star.
I wandered through the silent chambers of hearts as thin as old books,
Corners of pages lost in histories, inscribed with the tears of passing.
On each page, I left a mark, a new whisper to the thread of the story,
And to each feast of souls, I built a throne, a garland of golden dew.
I rented the room of passions, I roamed the markets of desires,
In the chest of each, I found a world, a nebula of emotions and esoteric dreams.
I waltzed to rhythms pulsing within them, to a symphony that knew no end,
And on each soul, I left a print, with the brush of love, hues that lay like an endless sunset.
And now, in the twilight of my awakening, my gaze clings to the silver thread between sky and sea,
When my heart finds a resting place, and my soul reaches out for reconciliation,
I retreat into the temple of hearts that sheltered me,
In the enchantment of every love, in every dream, in the rhythm of every refrain.
And I carry with me, in the sense of each beat, in the tremor of every fleeting moment,
The songs hidden in the magic of each meeting, on every palpitation of the heart that received me.
With the voice of the heart I will resound, with the boundless symphony flowing through my veins,
Until the last echo that in the night will dissolve, the ultimate harmonic that will renounce the infinite.
Who were you today,
at your best moments?
Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light's crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime sanghas,
tired drama of such anciently perennial retired,
repeat,
reiterate,
Monday through Friday.
Notice
red coal scale patterns
in blackened ash logs,
burning to fluffy carbon chalk,
nutrient potential for some soils,
although not mine,
perhaps my neighbor's?
Joy
for a bright, although admittedly too intermittent, sun,
sliding in and out of hiding.
A smile,
where one would otherwise have been sadly absent.
Cold
feeling Arctic on my ears and neck
and nose
and onward through
toward my aching bone marrow,
near my well-heated
and brightly lit
domestic non-destination.
Ellen Fisher on NPR saying
"No one gets out of love alive."
with so much enthusiasm and passion
for regenerative feelings and empathic maturing capacity
to manage anger's ego-offense
with a strong remembering love's co-opportunity defense
against high risk anthro-entitled,
narcissistic ego-bratty behavior.
Gratitude
for Yin political and economic cooperative investments
seeking Earth harmonic balance.
Terror
of untimely taxing rest as grace,
of older-wiser intent
without time to hear Earth's glamorous response,
to new found mutually speaking freely parts
and songs of dancing glances
Eagerly lifting
blue tarp skirt
of my elegantly stacked woodpile,
seducing me with more hard fuel
for erotic clandestine fires.
Feeling PoisonYang feeding on my trinitarian blind
and bald spot,
sucking in any embodied nutrients she might hope to find
within such great grand fatherly care,
laughing together
at just how silly we appear
even to our wu-wei selves,
together better
than apart
Still mind embodied fullness
content contention in this narrow midway
modestly chasing Gods of True Love reborn
Resisting insisting
long-married Gods and Goddesses of Angry Past Deductions
fueling Fear of Future's Inductive Reduction
dualdark disfunction
Confluent inhumane demise
sinking unease
singing ease
to full mooned
yin-hibernating
yang-hypernation
waning waxing sways.
All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric's resonant reconnection
with communicating hope,
spirited intent,
re-ligioning faith;
panentheistic love.
All revolutionary integral spirals
practice nurturing naturally healthy trends
with spirited hope,
mindful intent,
embodied creolizing faith;
and within Great EarthSystemic climaxing devolutions,
still small voiced sad-theistic love.
All divinely humane re-creators
nurture open-loop polyculturing re-ligions,
emerging local healthy
through global wealthy hope
reweaving positive empowering intent,
economic enlightened faith;
and, inter-religiously,
nurturing nature-spirited indigenous love
of organically sentient root systems
panentheistically savoring landscape re-development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy non-ZeroEgo EcoCommunion Zones.
All verbal discernment practice
LeftBrain dominant language communion
with re-ligioning mind hope
for active body climaxing love,
faith in Gandhian nonviolent communion wealth
of nondually co-arising win/win healthy outcomes.
All reiterative information strings
within communication networks
organic and/or digital
practice co-arising/co-gravitating flow
Positive synergeticMind/synapticBody
AND DoubleNegative dipolar aptic,
with hope for less felt dissonance
and pathological absence
of primal LeftVerbal-thoughts/RightNonVerbal-feelings
bipartisan synergetic re-ligioning communication.
All love-sentience practices sacred communion
re-connecting healthy multiculturing ego-faith
within wealthy polyculturing eco-religion
EgoAnthro Left spoken
inside EcoEarth's unspoken Right
to live Tao balance proportions of symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points
gleaming sunlight's reflection off Earth's transparent skin
toward Alpha OneSun Light through (0)Mega EarthPower
neuro/eco-woke bicameral bright
displaying Ego's mind/body stage
for song/dance
re-ligious health campaign wealth events,
each interdependent aria/aura
comprising EarthTribe's ReLigioning Opera.
RIPPLE OF LIFE
A lake desiccates under desert sun
Looks up happily as clouds above roam
The drifting shadows dissolve and return
Tell the lake to wait the rains would soon come.
To the tranquil water a few drops dart
Ripples make rhyme in harmonic motion
Merging they all make riddled ripple art
On water the ripples drape emotion.
Sky gathers a storm from the horizon
Clouds melt in a torrent on the water
Rains break the waltzing ripples they don’t own
Lake suffers the pain that can’t be greater.
When melting clouds bring sky down the dance stops
Life ripples if bliss falls as divine drops.
August 26, 2017.
(Apropos Merry Christmas Baby)
Today.
Reindeers of memories
took my soul
on a reflective sleigh ride.
Gliding over snow cap
mountains of joy
I cheerfully rolled around
in fluffy remembrances
of those tender times—
Those tender times
when everyday was Christmas
and we gleefully gave and received
merry love—wrapped and tied in a bow
sharing the pains of joy
only the birth of love can bring.
Yes.
Those were the days
when life was a Christmas tree
rooted around with bright presents
and the bells of our hearts jingled
ecstatic harmonic melodies.
This I’m remembering.
As the sleigh slowly slides
into the Inn of Christmas bliss
I’m remembering that this Christmas
bells will be ringing too
as we tie the bow and wrap
ourselves in undying yuletide love.
Aquamarine waterfall descending on coral rocks,
Zenith of sublime serene bliss caressing mountaintops ~
Utter tranquility hypnotizes lilac senses,
Radiant twilight sun creates kaleidoscopic magic,
Enveloping azure pearlescent canvas of universe ~
Horizon blushing coy with tender vermilion sunset,
Opalescent glow blends misty water and lustrous sun
Reflecting gleaming rays in each tiny water droplets.
Imagination takes flight to dreamlike surreal heights...
Zen serenades from soaring symphony of temple bells,
Orchestrating sonata of homecoming chirping birds...
Nature bestows harmonic blessings to cerulean sky ~
December 8, 2021
"A" Forms - New Poem Poetry Contest
Theme: Azure, Form: Acrostic
Sponsor: Constance La France
SECOND PLACE
Functions
to Form
Include economic
and communication Functions
to political ReForm
Are like Relationships
between autonomous Things
Like interactive Verbs
to otherwise isolated Nouns
Round notes
between harmonic lines
Like Waves of ecosystemic interaction
are also Atoms of unchanging egocenters
Like exterior Dynamic
to interior Static
Like Time for becoming
and Space for timeless being.
Cooperative win/win Functions
to sustainable
robust democratic Forms
Like resonant Minds
to resilient Bodies
Spirits
to Nature
Light
to Power
RightBrain Enlightenment
to LeftBrain Empowerment
Interdependent Individuation
to autonomous Identity
Unitarian
to Universal
Synergy
to Positive/Negative Energy
Unclothed Integrity Functions
to contained Ergodic Form
Flowing Systems
to strong static Sets
Yintegral Time
to Yang Place
Sacred Organisms
to secularizing Mechanisms
Becoming Revolution
to Being NonEvolution
There are times when the spirit just needs a decent rest;
the grinding of a city’s wheel upon the soul, leaves
dusty debris in its wake. Peace of mind seems elusive
at that point. I seek the solace that is nature.
nature has her way
of soothing the soul
serenity trails
Just one tranquil hike along the lakeshore, listening to the
birds upon the boughs, the trickle of traveling waters and
harmonic bliss has reduced the blare of horns to sweet music.
a croaking frog
sits by the lake
wildflowers
Night sounds sing me to sleep beneath crystalline stars;
a shimmering sky overhead plays out its night scenes across the
stage of the dreamtime. Nature’s children are safe in their slumber; nocturnal ramblings build their memories.
oak and ash
are safe havens
hardwood homes
Peace is every single step when you are in harmony with Gaia. Down that wooded path lay the passionate play of Elysian existence. I come here to find me.
3-11-2020
STRAND CHOICE C,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Restoring EarthJustice
is our sole soul-redemptive passion
Conveyed without win/lose competitive
capital-driven transactions,
exchanges,
disassociations,
cognitive/affective dissonance
Given over to cooperative co-investments
of compassionate win/win communication,
verbal and non-verbal,
spoken and listened-for
watched-for
incarnated
and reincarnated globally
Committed blue/green Interdependent
PostMillennial
Contextual
WholeEarth-Systemic Consciousness
Rooted in multigenerational
contextual intelligence multicultural
left/right-hemispheric tipping points
win/win co-arising dipolar
nature/spirit enthymematic,
polyvagally health systemic,
wealth resilient polypathic,
fractal double-binary audio-optic,
passionate communion polyphonic,
EarthPeace
ultra-nonviolent harmonic.