Long Hypothermic Poems

"We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will."
     Rumi (M. Mafi,...

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Earth's diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning freedoms
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
weaving functions with frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color fluencies,
soaring summer's...

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Ego hears SuperEco's universal exhalation,
natural explication.
 
Id-entity actively self-purges with each inhalation,
even through dissonant death's hypothermic double-hinged boundary,
then emerges from inhaling information
to exhaling decomposition,
death and dissonance transcendent
polycultural Beloved Community Regenesis,
iconically liturgical within each human natured...

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I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time
sewing Earth's naturally revolving liturgy,
Eco-Rites of Passage
through TransMillennial Tao's fertile transition field,
Earthly universe our Garden-Commons home,
sacred cooperative space,
human nature's polynomial language place.

Time unveils creative conscience as incarnating evolution,
Dharmakaya.

Space...

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The river boils and burns
Churning the soil downriver
Silencing the calm quiver
Halting the anaesthetic shiver
This fissure in the earth was the sliver of hope in this dearth
A cool spring, the fuel to my being
The Sun has...

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We never enter the basement.
It is a place of horrors, fears, and sorrows.
Our basement is a black door surrounded by the fogs of mystery, chilled with neglect.
I've seen it once, this basement of ours.
I felt...

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I LOVE YOU EVEN IN FAR OFF PLACE

Fever of love cartwheel snaillike but where are you?

Round six o'clock noon, sunken is the moon gazing
behind deep orange-aubergine feather skies,
its shadowy light floods the shivering sea,
I, standing...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers...

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Looking at you,
I don't feel dead anymore
Once upon a time I was found hypothermic in the rain
Now I am Good Soup for the soul of those that surround me

Looking at you,
Gone are my inconvenient insecurities
Not...

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i'm not
Jack and
she's not
Jill but
down
we tumble
down
the hill

we reached
summit of our
Everest ever 
perhaps lasting
love
but the bucket
did i kick
the bucket

high 
on elevation
but not
wanting to
climatize i'm
just going to
die in bliss
yes this

being once
lower than
lower why
wouldn't i
want to stay
higher
then
high

so i...

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