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Morning! Sunrise! Fresh happiness arrives!
With dawn and songs of birds existence thrives!
Music and hymns from holy shrines do gong!
Each plant, tree, flower, and fruit adds its song!
Birds, Bees, and flies compete to soar the sky!
Abound In bliss and happiness, I sigh.
Noon! The sun of delight in splendor prime!
Life full bloom like lotus, with fragrance mime;
The universe gleeful, exuberant,
In health and wealth joyous, protuberant;
When rays and horoscopes humanely nigh,
An amalgamation of moods! I sigh.
Silvery golden brightly moonlit night,
And wandering stars, in romance, take flight;
I lie glancing my kinsfolk in each star,
Who lives on some planet so very far;
My thoughts roam around with them very high,
My eyes shed tears in rain torrents! I sigh.
The spring or summer or fall or winter,
Sigh of mine never a season hinder;
Stress, anxiety, sadness, and despair,
Sigh has physic-psychic-somatic flare;
Seasons and months and weeks and days fast fly,
When storms of change shake the roots, I sigh.
Anytime whilst the innocent suffer,
The insolent might empathy utter;
Life of the poor become way of the cross,
The world stands by the flaws of rotten laws;
When the weird and scared in misery cry,
Agony erupts from my heart. I sigh.
13 July 2021
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MLK's Positive Beloved Community Psychology:
The study
and mindbody experience
of positively regenerative life
as appositionally dipolar,
double-negative correlational,
Mind consciousness
and body conscience
co-arising empathy
back into endosymbiotic dissonance,
physical-ego decay
And metaphysical-ec(o)-soul irrationality
of unbalanced temporal-neural dysfunction,
growing autistic depressive-repressive anger and fear,
chronically disintegrative,
increasingly climatic degeneration,
dis-ease racing toward even further Yangry Fear
monocultural trending self/other
shame/blame,
socio-eco-political
ungrateful
unforgiving pathology
For missing out
on humanely divine
polycultural
dialectical
nondualistic mind/body
crown/root bilaterally intelligent opportunities
To choose full-health wealth investment i
n polyempathic passion/pleasures
of Beloved Woke Community
Interior within Exterior Landscaped
revolutionary content thought
contentment felt
Through Positive BiCameral EcoPsychological Conscious
body gratitude
mind positive attitude
spreading our trauma-in/ex-formative
co-passioned networking virus
ReStoring BodyEmpowering Justice
and Civil MindEnlightening Peace,
PositiveMind BodyPleasureTherapy
CoOperating beloved back
to YangFather
SunCrown enlightening
YintegralMother
EarthRooted empowerment.
In a nutritional communication sense
we are all adopting muses
within this open Universe
with health v pathology EarthTribe intelligence,
with curious and courageous Natural/Spiritual Ego
ZeroZone Centers.
CAdoption adds natural integrity
to spiritual dignity
of WinWin cooperative LeftYang-RightYin intent
longing to abide peacefully in green sanctuary communions
of co-responsive love,
transparently deductive persons
with vulnerably inductive health,
with politically transportive freedom to universally empower love
to economically transubstantiate freedom from patriarchal dominance
of LeftBrain disintegrating RightWing aggression,
CoAdaptive adoptions add divine integrity to humane dignity's potential
ego/eco-logical re-creolizations
of interdependent nutritional DNA strings
and humanely cooperative enculturing nurture circles,
health waves and nutritionally robust frames,
resonant qualities
and resilient quantities of green carbon-balancing adoptions,
re-adaptions for all EarthTribe's mutually compassionate re-solutions.
Here with bilateral enthymeming communicators
transporters
WinWin health-sanctuary inviters
conjoining
sojourner sanctuaries past to Now
with co-adoption not not yet Here
polypathic co-operative adaptions,
Left with Right
eco-unitarian/theo-universal logos/mythos beauty
co-adopting/adapted Muses.
Most Baby Boomers started out hoping to leave life
having continued our Great ReGenerativity,
progressively recycling boundless growth
of optimal Win-Wealth is also Win-Health.
We are the last human generation
with confidence we could leave more than we have taken in.
To give back,
to pay forward
investment in Earth's cooperative health and safety insurance,
re-assurance.
In this early post-millennial era,
we have a great transitional dissonance
between those who continue believing it is merely realistic,
rationally nihilistic,
to give up on this hopelessly disconnected
non-renewable
non-inheritable dream,
already not accessible to human nature's consciousness
of internal and external climate disruptions.
And, on the other hand,
there remain those of relentless active faith
that we are here at this time,
invested in this transitional moment,
increasing Win/Win potential
transforming short- and long-term
evolving compassionate lifetimes
To learn from Father Sun's warming voice of Wind
to balance healthy consumption
with wealthy production
of perennial renewables
To listen
for life's relentlessly springing up reinvestment
opportunities,
not lifetime for ignoring Win v Lose waste,
risking positive neuro-energy's potential peacetime resources.
As we turn from seeking regenerative integrity
for the span of one humanely natural generation,
toward the span of one humane-divine
MotherEarth FatherSun prime co-relational life span,
old monotheistic WinWe v LoseThey issues,
flying under banners of nationalistic narcissism,
fade into the waste stream of survival of the bullyist
More synergetically renewed by a new EarthTribal cooperative ownership,
a self-with-other Win/Win democratizing
inter-religious identity
nurturing caregiving Light
and receiving Power
Healthy compassion
with all organisms not pathologically hoarding wealth
of divisive nations,
of dissociated egos,
as this new Left with Right
double-binding
ego/eco-intelligence
for evolving renewable lifetime opportunities
and compassionately deniable risks of addiction
to anthropocentric narcissism.
Managing anger
is too hard work.
Our passions, positive and negative,
when strong,
have their way of managing us,
or me, anyway.
Perhaps you are better
noticing with courage,
then distracting curious strong passions,
positive and negative,
as a resource of your RightWing
return to conservational business
as win/lose usual.
More calming long-term thoughts
of last laugh
getting even more overpowerfully even,
Which my LeftWing passions
remind me is not really even
equitable
symmetric;
More source for and of future ugly
competitive LeftBrain dominance
makes right-mind curiously dispassionate,
uncourageously more wrong
to pine for loving win/win passions,
co-passioning harmonics,
egoLeft/EcoRight
personal/planetary
communion/communication co-regenerative resource
from dipolar, un-bipolar, sources.
For me, anger and fear
and self/other hate management
is much harder than role playing
what courageous,
yet curious,
reactive passions feel like
when acted out divinely,
yet humanely,
embodied mad-grace
by my ego-recovering identity,
Passionate communal identity,
noticed courageously and replayed out imaginatively,
curious original-ego
yet grace inhabited eco-
systemic daring drama
and yet more tactfully listening
Noting
how human experience ought to be
and yet how important harmonic becoming
communioned communicators
commingling
cooperatively impassioned already
is my greatest ego/eco-centering resource,
dipolar communing courageously left
best when also curiously right
About challenges of anger management
and how to rethink
my own identity's autonomously felt mindfulness,
more role play left with right
interdependently communicating.
The
fire within you
devours my hopeful
aspirations…I shiver
with freezing
hopelessness
Give me your heart
and let me fill it
with affectionate
bliss for eternity
Countless déjà vus
unleashes in my
brain
Don’t hang up the
phone – hang out
with me; don’t leave
me hanging in
downright distress
Why do you try to be
bring me down and
lift me up again?
We’re two peas in a
pod…we both yearn
for God’s healing
rain
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
making me taste
unfortunate appeal
and despair that's
beyond real - but
it's no big deal
*chorus*
Biting my fingers,
leaving scars of
shame…feeling this
shame without a
name…you hunt me
down like game…I
caught the cold in
my brokenhearted
soul of steel and
stone
I can’t be close to
you…you were the
ghosts of my past…I
loved you the most,
but I learned to
find the light at
the end of tunnel
I know…I can’t stand
living a life
without you by my
side…I live half a
life…you make me
feel whole again –
you’re my other half
and I feel empty
without your
touch…your warm
hands locking with
my own
Who’s waiting at my
front door – two
uninvited strangers
– Regret and
Remorse… I was lost,
but now I’m found –
I crumble
I crumble into sand
– I was once a
strong-willed,
unbreakable rock…but
now Tragedy has
proven me wrong all
the way
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
too hard to
comprehend or bear
*chorus*
I hate to say this,
but from the bottom
of my heart, I knew
you were hiding
something from me –
maybe it’s not meant
to be revealed
today…tomorrow, I’m
expecting to have a
word with you if you
would humanely obey
and cooperate with
me without picking a
fight – ruining my
self-esteem
There’s an old canal close by where I live,
and an empty lock made of stones massive,
traipsing around there, the place can amaze
just seeing how the whole of it was made.
There’s no mortar here, between these great stones,
they align perfect, no a gap is shown;
to do this with hand tools and draft oxen,
not just one lock, but again and again…
There are still hollow where great doors did swing,
sealing the lock up to keep water in,
holding it back without concrete of steel,
and no great engines, just pullies and wheels.
The canal itself, so humanely straight,
by spyglass and spring they made it this way,
with but shovel and pick to prove their own worth
they dug a river across the damn Earth!
Two centuries later it still remains,
two hundred years on who would know my name?
Sure, I write poems, but poems are talk,
these men carved themselves in the very rock,
the canal they built now sanctuary
for birds, fishes, turtles swimming lazily,
the towpath they built no a walking trail,
where kids ride their bikes when weather is hale,
seeing what grandfathers built back in time,
what men do with hard work and focus of mind.
What if the incessant torture didn’t happen so many dark
times, but it’s unimaginable for you to comprehend isn’t it?
What if there wasn’t such violence against me, I wouldn’t have
bled on those I loved most while devastated in my poorest sorrow.
What if the sins they committed against me didn't happen I
could've led a life without inconsolable despair.
What if my father didn’t knock me down the stairs as he spat
his poison on me, leaving me in an insufferable existence.
What if my mom protected me from the cruelty and abuse,
or showed love, I wouldn’t have hung my head in shame.
What if the kids at school didn't shove me against the wall
shouting obscenities, I could've learned to make friends.
What if my peers didn’t cause heart wrenching pain in my
teenage years, I wouldn’t have thought about ending my life.
What if that female relative didn’t kick me in the stomach,
laughing as I vomited and collapsed, I could’ve trusted woman.
What if the other female relative’s drunken boyfriend didn’t kick
me in the eye detaching my retina, I could’ve had faith in family.
What if anyone cared, after hit and run, I dragged my body and
leg cast across the floors tending to my needs, feeling utter ruin.
What if I was treated humanely in that rented room instead the
landlord locked the bathroom forcing me to go in a garbage can.
What if, my employer showed kindness as I arrived with black eyes,
instead of forcing me to work where everyone could see my shame.
What if that employer tried to help me when a car struck me, altering
my body, limping into work with a full leg cast, instead they fired me.
Despite their disgraceful abuse, I'm hopeful I can bring healing
to the demoralized by my charitable works and unconditional love.
What if these ruthless people didn’t destroy me; I could’ve been
a strong Advocate on behalf of Victims of Abuse and Persecution.
What if my words can lift up another broken person, by bringing
them the slightest hope that God will lead them to safety.
Still, though, I implore God to show His mercy and kindness
while raising me up out of this hell so I can finally be at peace.
For example I am, you are, I nearly was.
Neatly are all external sockets.
Electric power has before science come.
Taken together it forms.
Many of U.S.are to mentally ill,
to go on.
There are not many souls,
transparent people.
And there are to few again many.
Humanely is it poetry to altruistic none gain.
Universal declarations,
far placed most can now see.
Because of the fear,
is that circle of friends out of reach.
I have for a while been prosecuted for it.
To be sent to prison for the lack,
of a place to live sounds logical to me.
James McLain Thursday, March 28, 2013
I could change my mind
about adopting you
no more than change my heart's content
about what is healthy
and what is diseased absence of integrity
and what lies somewhat uneasily in-between
within my contenting patient bicameral mind.
ProActive adoption
healthing my ego's affluent hope-filled exploration
and our ecohabitat's effluent nutritional transliterations,
discerning communions
composed of conflicted, fragmented people,
adopting/adapting our weeds and edible and ornamental resources,
our Earth motherland planetary spaces
revolving DNA fractal interdependent deep learning memories--
noticing-understanding
planning-planting
implementing-governing-harvesting
evaluating-digesting
noticing positive and negative changes,
healthy and pathological,
winning and losing interdependent health and fragmenting pathologies
Adopting adaptive changes of holonic universal WinWin
becoming light and dualdark
co-passioning bright left
with bilateral co-arising intuitive felt right
for here and now
Adoption works best
when cooperatively intended
for mutual WinWin benefit,
for both internal ego needs
and external-ecotherapeutic feeling climates, internalized humanely
healthy wealth of long-term dynamic interdependent resilience.
Adoption, whether co-gravitating with a child,
or a habitat,
or a healthy-wealth intentional good-faith
active hope
interdependently webbing community,
is informed by our transubstantiated history
of co-acclimating reunion experiences,
mental and physical,
spiritual and natural
EarthTribe egos
adopting Earth-transformative healthing souls/soils,
DNA adaptive across regenerational wealth,
non-sectarian holonic habitats,
non-dualistic,
non-violently interdependent,
so not just business as usual LeftBrain fragmentary,
fragmenting.
I could change my left deductive/reductive affluent mind
about co-acclimating with you
no more than change my heart's Earth-righteously effluent content
about what is healthy
and what is diseased
for all humanity's meaning-full healthy climates,
purposeful interdependent and fragmenting moods,
thoughts,
needs,
feelings
flowing somewhat uneasily
within our ego-contenting in-between eco-passionate
EarthJustice informed/exflowing mind.