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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Who's Crazy Now

I have an outside RightBrain dominant thalamus
to watch and listen to,
to feel confluent and resonant with,
to love,
as parent with child,
yet this is more of a mutual-mentoring of
notsad-notsad sustainable bliss
within our normally limited nutritional sensory environment.

My speechless,
yet often charming as also charmed, son
probably has no conception of how tomorrow could be any different than today.
This today
he is ecologically expecting
to become as regenerative,
and notnot degenerative,
as possible.

Now, if I understand A. Damasio correctly,
this BrainStem with Thalamus primal RightBrain relationship
is a polypathic oneness we all have,
regardless of genetics or gender.
Here we find central communication and locomotion relay networks
between the WinWin PolyPathic Cerebral BiCameral Cortex,
normatively LeftBrain DeductiveElite Dominant,
and the "RightBrain" inductive feeling
synaptic (+,+)
and aptic (-,- double-bind, reverse timedspace)

[please see J. Jaynes for more on the aptic-normativity of ethological mindbody temporal-dipolar positive/negative as regenerative/degenerative nutritional development trends]

As a Taoist might become ecologically conscious of notnot
defines Yin-squared, Yin-fractal-spiral-tetrahedral 
[please see Buckminster Fuller on RNA-fractal thermodynamic balancing tetrahedral-holon-boson-spiral bubbles]
so that it is normatively best when Yin-squared equals Yang-iconic LeftBrain WinWin nutritional intelligence.

That is, ethologically speaking,
RightBrain is not only secularly-historically-culturally older memory function,
but also what Gregory Bateson might recognize as
double-bind dipolar co-arising mutual 'degenerate'-'degenerate' 
coarising-acclimation messages of sacred-revolutionary bilateral
CerebralCortex (+,+) = BrainStem (+,(-,-)) ego/eco-logic confluent closure.

Mutual aptic-bliss for my charmed son and I
is (0)-Core BrainStem regenerative more than degenerative 
as healthywealth and safety,
both health-secular, internal, ego-shortterm
and wealth-sacred, external, eco-environmental-longterm.

My speechless son 
remains entirely unconflicted 
about who controls his sounds and sights,
and smells and tastes,
and digestive/nutritional feelings of his embodied days,
and disembodied,
free to roam,
BrainStem memories of climate and landscape,
communication and locomotion,
chemistry and hormones,
rights and wrongs.

He knows,
beyond capacity of doubtful climate pathology,
that he lives in a lavishly WinWin
YinStemFlow-EQUALS-Yang's CerebralDeductive SelfEmpowerment
co-arising abundance,
co-balancing regenerative OVER degenerative,
for now,
which is where he always RightBrain feels as Home;
until it isn't,
and then he becomes someone else again
with some capacity to respond with WinLose competitive humor,
although he is incapable of negative-intended humor imagination,
only capable of positive-coarising humor resonant anticipation.

Yet even at his WinLose strongest,
he is limited from struggling against mutual acclimation,
so his are all struggles with suffering together
with his significant environmental supports, allies,
co-mentors, co-mourners, caregivers.

Not for one moment is he capable of choosing
to see and hear that other LeftBrain Dominant possibility,
that he might live amongst WinLose cheaters and sub-acclimators,
antipathic distrusters,
paranoid sociopaths,
nihilistic LoseLose ecopolitical players.

My son has no nightmares,
and always flies through his Left-Right balancing thalamus,
laughing eco-messianic,
humane-divine boddhisatva angelic,
amongst others of his Beloved EcoPolitical WinWin Community.

So, this is why my speechless son
is the happy and warm nurturing center
of each room and outside space we enter.
Where he is,
that is my center,
as his.
And this is why
I try to also see his WinWin-Only RightBrain PolyCulturing World,
through his balanced thalamus inducing co-arising nondual joy
within,
and mirrored through my own joy at his
NewLeft-WinWin with OldRight-Win-NotNotLose BrainStem-SpiralFlow.

It's not hard, really.
In fact, I find this co-empathy humorously therapeutic.
I simply review those moments when I have felt healthiest and happiest,
safest and most comfortable,
yet also resonantly triumphant,
some blissful form and nutritional function of positive regenerative performance and outcomes of celebration,
diastatic,
full climax,
full bloom,
agapic and erotic co-incidental co-arising
nondual eternally sustainable ecstasy of memory,
inductive-feeling only,
but continuous with this length of memory,
not discontinuous from this environment right now.

Whose faces and what songs and dances and romances
do I remember,
what rich-nurtured feelings,
which tastes most resonant and poignant,
whose and what's fragrances fill my WinWin moment mind and body?

I am never alone in these moments.
These moments of greatest polypathic climax,
or, if I am,
the only way these solitary memories could be imaginatively enhanced,
is if this were also again now,
and also now for all my extending family and friends,
fellow pilgrims through regenerative life
and degenerative loss,
fellow bicameral heart-beaters,
fellow breathers,
in-Yang and out-Yin,
back through time and species 
and RNA digesters/co-nutritioners
until YinYin double-bind
notnot (0)-soul re-acclimating,
polypathic cooperative ecopolitical thermodynamics
of Yang/Yin equivalence,
becomes my Climate Health and Safety,
our Original Left-Right Thalamatic-Nutritional Intent.

All nutritional multiculturing roads
lead toward ego/eco-centering
PolyPathic Home:
NewNatural-EcoLogicalLeft WinWin
with OldSacred-Nurtural.

In Self/Other-ReGenerative Game Theory,
EgoWin YangLeft, short-term,
never lies outside
EcoWin YinRight, long-term;
just follow our WinWin Golden Rule
with all breathers
and spatial locomotions,
and temporal (+polypathic=(-,-)polynomial/binomial) communicators
and multicultural healthwealth ecopolitical-geomathematicians,
like my speechless charming son plays and co-mentors.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate, for THIRU-VALLUVAR

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I had expounded
on the man and his work in relation to Hindu philosophical aims in life
which I shall not belabour here in order to make space for other thoughts on his oeuvre. Without going into too much detail here (which is the province of the academic essay), let me lay out in brief what I think the poet attempted to do or succeeded in doing in order to make  his work survive the times in which he lived. The fact that the author remains a nebulous figure till this day owes much to the conditions in which he lived cannot be gainsaid: if his work of perennial value did not motivate his contemporaries to record and celebrate the author’s life and circumstances for successive generations - despite the Indian penchant for neglecting details of authorship - it must have been due quite possibly to other reasons less congratulatory to be recounted here again, so here goes.

According to Hindu aims, the life of man should traverse four stages: love (kama), wealth (artha), virtue (dharma) and renunciation (moksha).
The Thiruk-Kural, by contrast, has only three divisions: dharma (araththuppaal: Cantos 1 to 38), artha (porudpaal: Cantos 39 to 108) and kama (kamaththuppaal: Cantos 109 to 133). In my earlier posts, I had argued that there was. no need for a fourth book on the theme of “moksha” or “vidu” since the author had in several cantos and other diverse couplets dealt, in particular, with this subject. Yet I need not have pursued this line of reasoning for the sake of my present argument. 

As I had stated in previous posts, Cantos 35, 36, 37 all lead up to and reinforce Canto 38 on “Fate” (uul) and that the latter canto nullifies all that has been propounded in the rest of the oeuvre. This is self-evident since the author attributes everything that happens to one’s life to pre-destination in this canto, and therefore the three previous cantos have to be associated with it as being part of a disconnect with the whole. Likewise, the first canto on “Submission to God’s Grace” (kadavul vaalththu), being the only specific address to the Supreme Being, must also be grouped with the four other foregoing cantos. In other words, FIVE cantos have not their rightful place in a work of ethics centred on rightful conduct in human behaviour and interaction with the sexes, the family, the community and the State. 

This leaves us with 128 cantos, I.e. 133 minus 5. If we divide 128 by 2, we get 64, the crucial number which gives us the 64 hexagrams of the classical Canon of Change, the Yi Jing or the 64 squares of the chessboard and, THIS IS OUR POINT, the 64 PADAS (squares of meditation for the pilgrim) provided in the architectural plan and construction of the basic HINDU TEMPLE. What about the extra 64 not apparently taken into consideration. Well, the PALACE TYPE OF TEMPLE, the MANDUKA MANDALA duplicates the 64 geometric pattern.
This is exactly what THIRU-VALLUVAR had planned and executed in his work. The THIRUK-KURAL’s cantos fit mathematically and thematically into the architectural plan of temples which were propagated in the GUPTA PERIOD, from the 4th Century C.E.

The Hindu Temple (64-grid x 2 = 128)                    The Thiruk-Kural

I - Grabh-Griya (Empty pada at PURUSHA Centre)  :  Canto 1 (Purusha)
                                                                                      (Kadavul Vaalththu)  
II - Brahma (4 x 2 = 8 padas):  MOKSHA            Cantos 35, 36, 37 & 38
                                                                                   (Renunciation to Fate)
III - Devika (12 x 2 = 24 padas): DHARMA            Cantos 2 to 34
                                                                                    (Araththuppaal)

IV - Manusha (20 x 2 = 40 padas): ARTHA          Cantos 39 to 108
                                                                                   (Porudpaal)
V - Paisachika (28 x 2 = 56 padas): KAMA         Cantos 109 to 133
                                                                                   (Kaamaththuppaal)
Total n° of padas: 64 x 2=128       Total for Thiruk-Kural=128 + 5=133
 
Vastu-Sastra and Vastu-Vidya Sanskrit manuals for the building of palatial type temples were in circulation by the 6th Century C.E., so one possible conjecture is that Thiru-Valluvar’s lifetime might date from the Gupta Period, but this is of secondary importance, for the moment.

Enough to say that, if, as I think, he was a marked man, subject to some sort of “repression”, then the planning and execution of his work on the structure of temple architecture in accordance with its geometric and philosophic principles, attests to the “conjecture” that Thiru-Valluvar had successfully managed to subvert oppressive authoritarian rule - as far as he was concerned - in his time. The proof lies in my discovering the hidden fundamental structure of his poem.  T. Wignesan
Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate 

No man can on his own escape written fate
Most times in our lives we need help to survive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

All men fall into a slot which we call fate
A place a time heritage parents revive
No man can on his own escape written fate

Ev’ry step we take leads to some open gate
What lies beyond unseen will sting us alive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

Nothing trips us up as the next man’s dark hate
Fate finds 	always those who will ill us contrive
No man can on his own escape written fate

No stratagem can forestall oncoming fate
Unless man foregoes all urges quicken drive
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

Dead men who move through life spectators innate
Each his life overhaul to let others thrive
No man can on his own escape written fate
Unlike most creatures we adapt far too late

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Life BeLoving DualDark Night

Some days and nights I am terrorized by death, cold silo ache-echoing fear, claustrophobic breathless dark barking inevitable factness and finality of my decomposing mortality, and posthumous demise, probably post-humorous as well, should we discover any essential difference. What good is death if it cannot at least absorb timeless entertainment? Hopefully, even some recreational opportunities with their concomitant issues soaring through our DNA-syntaxed CO-OPERATE tissues. On better days and nights I am merely fearful that I am already dying by not choosing to live fully. For my terrorist days and nightmares, a message from Yin Speaks her feminist Truth, I have earned my sadness and depression, my badness concomitants gifts of Fear, more primordial than mere anthrocentric Anger about vanities of power. I have earned my rights of anger about this existential predicament, this issue about our own inevitable mindbody mortality, this opportunity to stretch my love of life cooperative muscles for myself, just as I am, incarnating all our sadness and depression with all our competing terrors and climatic-dissonance repressions of love-centric health PreMillennially suboptimizing as LeftBrain deductive-only Yang temporal-syntax dominant regenerative DNA-monocultural-normative trend Settling, when we could choose more sublime poli-eco-colored Times and Gods and Goddesses of choice as ecoconscious light Right PolyNomial Sacred Space as Time Her DualSelf. Outlined in NotNot = LoseLose EcoSystemic Devolution reverse dialectic-temporal WinWin CounterRevolution, EcoLogic, YinYin PermaMythic Tao’s wu wei, ++/(-,-) prime fractal Yang OVER YinYin, CoOperative-ReGenerating TransParent DualDark SelfOptimizing Continuous Quality Improvement Trends predicting tellus polyvegetasty-rhythms, reiterating river-trees of bilateral-neural function. Well, anyway, more about that whole PostMillennial History of Time of eco-evolution as reverse double-bound revolution co-gravitating equivalent dipolarity, later, or earlier, depending on whether we are already looking into my future bicameral time travels with Yang’s pen and right hand dominant language, or not so much feelin’ that in your (0)-centric sad and suffering heart of perpetual loneliness and loss of hopefilled purpose. But, back to politically competitive oppression and our economic dis-ecological cognitive dissonance about our self and other and Earth repression of cooperative, and yet surprisingly Trinitarian, triple-bottom WinWin Line, healthy economic/ecologic opportunities. When I’m sad and depressed, feeling repressed and or repressed, that’s because I am not crazy in a too-Yang dominant-deductive consciousness now co-arising emergent political-economic global networks of cooperative opportunities co-echoing-conscious health and therapy vocations bicamerally DNA with dipolar RNA syntax confluent tipping our two eyes and ears to hunt optimal mainframe WinWin Health and Safety and Equity CQI Outcomes, new notnot impossibilities of hope, empowered by divesting, starving, decomposing LoseLose Devolution MonoCultural Political-Fat dissonantly, yet transparently, dipolar, OverDrafting Earth’s EcoNormic Balance, defined as love of health outcomes equitable to full DNA/RNA spectrum of polycultured life. It’s hard to hunt this bicameral balance when my well-earned sadness about self and other depression oppressive repression, stress of chronic dissonance sparking global autistic-overpopulation DNA-dissonating ecto/endo symbiotic co-empathic political and economic feedback messages It’s time to turn increasing DNA rabidity around to find more cooperative and grace-filled WinWin healthy gifts and eco-normic opportunities. It’s time to find each other and give full-voiced co-empathic hope. Hearing voices may be less crazy and more polypathically functional than not listening to our own voices of permacultural and ecological healthy-reasons for our seasons of sadness and gladness as LoseLose AND WinWin as losing to win ecosystemic “healthy” balance for Earth, and therefore RNA, and therefore DNA’s further, more cooperative and graceful kinda’ endosymbiotic positive-trending WinWin, Both-And dialectic-dipolar continuously reiterative positive Beloved Conversations, choosing both Internal with External EcoCentric Voices. Speaking of ecocentric, Richard Dawkins speaks in my dominant Left mindbody voice investing systemic, bionic, robotic analogies for our shared exegetical consciousness of evolutionary survival as anthro-logically required, and, if not continuing evolution, then how would a robot trend climatic devolution? And, should that become anything to do with LoseLose hierarchical-monocultural, mutual-competitive, so that each EgoPlayer must choose either Win or Lose and is prohibited by Ego’s bicamerally self-blinding restraint, repression, sadness, suffering LeftBrain dominant environmental nurture, temporarily blind to double-binding regenerative resonant resolutions ubiquitously copresent in fractal and double-octave functions and frequencies of light as energy and sound and feeling and taste and touch… to always prefer choosing Win-to-CoWin, regenerating-revolving EcoRNA/DNA confluently double-bound (0)-soul centric political with economic and rational Left-Right bicameral balancing love as synergetic life. When my mindbody will let me choose more self-with-other, both-and, Win-Win wu wei life, that is choosing empathic love, so it helps to always try to choose it, one CoPresent Conscious Moment within timelessly unfolding grace of Time.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Neldy Jolo | Details

THE CRAFT CAN CAPTURE IT

Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me with Assalamu alaykum.
And kung personal Moro friends ko naman ito 
They know I don't criticize Moro leaders
I always leave that to them to criticize their leaders
According to my friends baka nasa gubyerno or something
Next time I'll write na lang about the sea and the palm trees and the beaches 

Pray and pray nalang para walang provocation
ako nga ang daming nag-message sa akin nagalit sa issue ng Sabah standoff
Ikaw pa kaya na wala namanng masama na sinabi dun
Alam mo ‘buti na lang you verbalized that kasi iniisip ko rin ‘yun
I know you have reasons and you know better kaya; I just read your posts
I don’t have to go against parties kasi both have rights
And the issue must be solved

Wala, kasi sa akin kundi independence lamang ang kailangan
May ganyan din kasing realities? 
Minsan you are being asked or expected to take sides
Yes, my side is peace – with peace is independence
Yes, I heard that sa dating Jabidah Massacre celebration
Somebody said that, “Walang kapayapaan kasi walang kalayaan”
And that is very universal, kapatid.

Moro or non-Moro and writing should always geared towards humanity
That’s why for me it “anti-humanity” if you will not listen 
Or suppress when somebody will talk about freedom.
That’s the problem with Filipinos, they don't listen.
Kasi the leaders may sarili ring interests.

How do you see being Filipino?
Ako, it's a cage, Filipino nationalism 
Agenda ng mga oligarchs and landowners 
Filipino nationalism is violence against Muslims and lumads
Kasi ‘pag ako ang tatanunginmo I will never say I am Filipino
Because Tausug it’s not a name but an identity...
I understand but kaunti na lang kayo

Ako sasabihin ko na I am a Filipino but I have reservations
When I was a teenager hindi ako tumatayo ‘pag Lupang Hinirang
ngayon tumatayo na kasi napapaaway ang mga kasama ko sa sinehan
Yes and identity should be critically assessed and examined.
Kaya if they say Filipino ang mga Tausug masakit sa aking loob
But not all, kapatid. try mo pumunta sa Manila
Yung mga Moro na malalapit sa mga institusyon ng Pilipinas
Bakit iba ang Moro at ibang ang Tausug
kaya sila naging Moro at masaya na tawaging Moro 

May identity na naiiba sa Filipino
Pinag-aaralan ko rin yan and ino-observe ‘yung pag-yield sa 'Filipino'
‘Will give Filipinos a disservice
Because it is tantamount to be an accomplice to a corrupt system
And this system is the one that oppresses Muslims
At alam natin ang Tausug di lamang taga-Sulu
Pati Bisayan, Tausug din

As much as possible I am trying to make my writings 'away' 
Away from Filipino nationalism
That's the right way for me and my writing
I will ask first, “How it is to be human?” 
At super last na ang, “How to be a Filipino” 
And the Bangsamoro struggle is the greatest critique to the violence
And failures of Filipino nationalism

Ang problema kasi kaya di successful ang Bangsamoro struggle
Dahil nagdadala sila ng pangalan na di naman originally sa kanila
How come ang pangalan ko ay Abdul sa rights
Gagamitn ko ang Juan para sa aking bayan?
Kaya war of ideas ito and alam mo naman sa akin, ‘pag ideas 
And perspectives walang kompromiso and peace talks 

I do not compromise my language, my craft and myself, my writing
Filipino is an imagined nation, as well as Bangsamoro
Bakit di natin magamit ang orignal nation natin 
Na based sa Sulu archipelago and Mindanao
Yes, actually diyan ako papunta - papunta

Bakit hindi i-Bangsamoro-ized ang buong Filipinas?
It doesn’t mean na i-convert ang Pilipinas 
But the spirit, the struggle it should mean something to Filipinos
It should kasi ang dami na nagbuwis ng buhay
Kaya ko pa na tanggapin kung Maharlika

‘Yan ang gusto kong ma-achieve: Filipinos should listen to Moros
Siyempre marami pang madidiscover along the way
Indeed. Ikaw ba ‘pag sasabahin ko na ‘Tausug’ ano ang maiisip mo?
Tausug is Moro and Moro for me is something that predates 'Filipino'
But now, I would like to know the concept of “Lupah Sug”
I want to know it, I think there are more and beyond Moro on it

Before ‘Moro’ was named to Mindanao and Sulu people
It was first name to Aceh people, Melaka, Brunei and then Manila
Sulu and Mindanao were the last places to have been called the name ‘Moro’
Sulu archipelago was united under the name Sulu archipelago 
The name of people is Tausug. 
Tausug is composed of different ethnics:
Arab, Banjar, Dampuan, Buranun etcetera.
The concept of Sulu as part of dar al islam 
Is already a nation and state 
Where the government is the people and itself headed by sultan or raja

Yes, and I would like to feel this from the ordinary Tausugs when I get there
I would like to experience this from ordinary Tausug and on from place itself.
In the hinterland of Jolo, their laws still on the ground not of Philippine law

I believe in narratives
I want to hear and feel this from the place and from the people.
And then capture it; I have these thoughts 
That Lupah Sug has something that the Moro concept does not have
And it’s a bit metaphysical but sige lang.

I know my craft can capture it.
I think there is a language that can capture it 
And specific craft that can carry its soul
Not fictionalize but put it in a form like a novel or a narrative
Which have their own logic and truths as crafts.






This poem is made after the conversation and sharing with Filipino writer Rogelio Braga who also serves as the editor of the poem. He is currently in Mindanao, travelling and writing; he will then proceed to Sulu Archipelago soon. 2:28PM, 19 March 2013, Facebook Chat across Sulu Sea!

Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Straining Together

Our cognitive and emotional struggles against dissonance of all varieties,
and struggles for more love and consciousness and health
work better as decompositions laid out between Ego and Eco,
as cooperative nondual co-arising partners,
Left and Right MindBody
of one Tao (0)-Centric Soul identity
with interior landscape of primally inter-relational diastatic dipolarity,
a sensory-rich neural DNA/RNA encrypted-implied replication

and by "implied", perhaps with David Bohm and Bucky Fuller,
precessively stretching toward WinWin reiterative balance

living in and as an embryonic ecosystem
with universal open-set group-4D,
reverse-hierarchical Win choice-making
toward most fully abundant resonant resolutions.

EgoLeft, new AnthroKid within Earth's Elder RNA Tribes, 
was never intended to dominate struggle between EgoSelf
and SuperegoGod,
much less a competitive struggle to collaterally reiterate
cooperative polycultural outcomes 
mutually reinvested 
within all Earth's RNA/DNA ReGenerate Scripture Stories,

RNA's natural evolutionary hope to predict light v dark,
warm v cold,
as ++WinWin v (-,-)LoseLose
fractal-dialectic dipolar electromagnetic balance
to optimize multiregenerational folds,
unfolds,
refolds,
and more revolutionary trending
pre-empathic PreFold PolyPathic Primal Relationship
ecometrics of 4D Information Systemic Time
speciating as spaciating, flowing functions
branching and rooting
in ++/(-,-) Trees of regenerative information,
past identity AND memory future imaginative-empathic strings,
back and forward,
time's bilateral eco-selfconscious intentionality,
and NOW eco-therapeutic diapraxis.

This is our shared bicameral cooperative,
our Bodhisattva Warrior Occupation,
our Earth's RNA/DNA Common Rights
to revolution-balanced as reiterative-balancing
EgoLeft/EcoRight CoPresence,
redundantly Self/Other empathic co-conscious,
balancing polypathic +,+,
deductive AND implied-inductive co-function,
with yin-squared (-,-)
as WinWin 0-soul group theory
concerning ecosystems and their dynamic 4D equivalency
within time's bilateral and bicamerally incarnated
neural-temporal articulation
AND
Time's binomial dipolar 0-centric
double-bindary () equivalency
of Qbit double-fractal octaves harmonizing closed-set octaves
ionic and iconically reminiscent of RNA's interior landscape
as also dialectic-function-fractal and dipolar-equivating
self-optimizing toward Continuous Quality Improvement
Health and Safety ReGenerative
CoOperative DoublyDense,
yet TransParent,
Original Intent.

Warriors for, with, as, by
time's bilaterally regenerating health and safety
RNA-syntaxed EarthDesigner's CoAgenda,
which, for me,
speaks in dialects of PostMillennial Tao-TimeZeroism.

Our shared Warrior and Occupier struggle,
as individuals,
as DNA Tribal Sacred Holons,
as parents with positive and negative intentions
and co-mentoring practices internal as externally intended,
as economists with health and pathologically competitive intentions
and co-mentoring acquisitional transactions and habits,
commodification addictions,
cooperatively healthy eco-emergence
yet fear of future internal and external mindbody market failures,
anger about past internal and external losses,
but also love for nutritional full-sensory
deductive/inductive nondual co-arising health
as Self+Other+Earth co-optimizing WinWinWin wealth.

Economic CoOccupier leaders lead toward cooperative,
mutual-subsidiarity as WinWin equity
0-interest sum-total balance of play options
within one ecosystemic life's abundant and beloved
and perennially climaxing every summer
full-octave revolving repurposing
regenerative love-life value.

CoOperative Political Warriors begin to see
how one thought leads toward another,
both-and another paradigm,
and another polycultural evolutionary health-paradigm,
and a polypathic eco-normic bicameral full-fractal WinWin
4D bionic networking 0-soul naturally webbing paradigm
within Time's self-reflective
co-informing
wise and healthy
permacultural eco-intelligent CoPresent.

We could not find each other
without this globally permacultural language
accessible to all,
and reasonably assured of discerning
which choices tend more positive-therapeutic MidWay,
as those which are also double-negative co-pathological
decomposing trend-lines pointing up
toward revolutionary refolding of status quo suboptimization frames
within Time's historic languaged culture.

There can be no true and honest and logical,
rational dichotomy between individual
and Anthrocentric
and Earth's ecotherapeutic rights
to abundantly celebrate equivalent freedom
to cooperative regenerative multicultural health,
with freedom from DNA-languaged past anger
about wealthy-ego-loss mindbody
as freedom from future-fear
about wealthy-ego-loss design
of this mindbody's 0-centric CoPresent
timeless mortality.

Each and every bicameral ego-holonic life begins
with 0-soul intention toward political and economic cooperative diapraxis
through communication
developing communal intention through ++/(-,-) syntax default,
and it is with this same sacred-holonic CoPresence,
paradise-attentive balance
that we re-enter our eco-conscious diastasis
TransParent network
regenerating square-rooting fractals
implying timeless CoPresence,
when not decomposing more like a Beehive Nest,
drowsy with all that luscious warm honey,
hibernating through winter's dreamy rest
toward timeless co-elation.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Debbie Guzzi | Details

A Crown of Thorns

1
Insanity has its own wellspring and demise.
There is no better place to hide than between coils
of convoluted grey-white matter which can't recoil.
Mind has no leering lips to scorn or show surprise 
as ungoverned, the ancient demon-dancers rise.
The traitorous bits, which cut with Brutus’ red fang,
have no regard for the womb from which they sprang.
They seek dominion; they care not for your cries.
Crazed, their freedom paid for on the rack, how they sang
of anything, of windigos’, and warriors winged 
of fresh flesh beneath a gibbous moon's harangue, 
where those in sanity beneath their blankets cringed.
Night terrors sweat the sheets of the weak, as fear sprang,
a ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged.
2
A ripened, musky-scent arose from those unhinged
cloaked in mirrored, morose, magic; the mind a foil,
the heart, the soul, the sunny days, caste down, embroiled; 
destined to languish convulsed in the depth of coil.
Brightness, so dimmed, is lost within a rancid soil,
left to meet horned demons all but unarmed, alone, 
no company except the mirrored self-entombed,
no bliss state, no ripening sweetness to uncoil
a compost heap of bitter memories, atone ...
atone, little mother, well-used wife, wander now,
seeking ever seeking, yet finding no one home,
insanity wakened, waits, patiently endows ... 
empty days and nights, the infrequent sound of om,
cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused.
3
Cuddling the traitorous bits, shooing brighter dreams roused,
the teeth of dogged night rise-up, they breed turmoil.
Deep within the sleeping mind of men, sorrows roil.
Abandonment, disloyalty, hatred espoused,
all shriek to the traitor, the night arouses. 
Niggardly night, loath to lose ground within the dome
of blanched white, gray matter, within this skull of bone,
delights in the sorrowful detail night houses.
Insanity licks raw the salted wound entombed, owned.
"What could we be?" the ego cries to he or she.
"What would we be?" the windigo screams but, “alone.”
On, on, they chatter in the carapace, they breed, 
spreading dark matter, for they've no chaperone,
no friend to stay the brutal cousins, so mislead. 

4
No friend to stay the brutal cousins so mislead,
so in darkness, fear and hatred spread on fertile soil.
Yet, self-hatred shields its sharpened claws, as day uncoils
filling the breach with bright creations, dark concedes, 
and dims the room while manic laughter recedes.
A sunrise bows through prism-glass and colors swell
a lighter laughter comes, newborn to dwell.
Hands that once drew only blood, now tune bent reeds                        
of green, blades of springtime grass within the dell;
where larks sing and long lost lovers dare to reunite, 
no mention made of darkness or the depth of hell,
for sanity has cast a lighter stage this night.                       
Daybreak suspends the demon-dance upon the fell,
now, fairies prance in pastures high, and verse delights.
5 
Now, fairies prance in meadows high, and verse delights
her fancy takes a softer turn at his behest,
with buttercups, in a Fairy Ring, they coalesce,
and shine the golden glow beneath a chin of white.
With the talent of a troubadour, love does strum
upon desire's strings the raging beast is culled
as coy love songs and  sweet lullabies emerge from
the hidden depths of mind where sanity is mulled.
With the talent of a troubadour love does strum
upon strings of desire the fearful beasts are culled 
as coy love songs and sweet lullabies emerge from
the stygian depth where her frail sanity is mulled.
How long will harmony dance to love's blissful hum
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled? 
6 
Will dark's whine wake, disturb, insanity so lulled? 
A scent of jasmine fills the air with swarming gnats.
Her covered ears belay the sound of feral cats
yet, huddled in his sheltering arms, her pain is dulled.
Dulled, but not waylaid, raging, she becomes unglued
She starts to rock, to whimper, and then, cry out- loud
begging for the dev'lish tide to leave, as he vowed,
renting strands of flaxen hair from her small skull.
Torn, he watches as she fades within a shroud,
a witless waif, bedeviled by the harvest moon.
He had to leave; he could not stay beneath this cloud
ever waiting for this, her omnipresent doom.
His love had its limits and yet, he was not proud,
Oh, he could not stay and watch her be consumed.

7

Oh no, he could not stay and watch her be consumed,
to have his pleasant memories of ardor's bloom
be marred by images of her so poorly groomed. 
No, never would he stay to see her be consumed.
One morn he left, his sum was not what she'd presumed. 
And, she sat in the rocker by the door unfazed,
her bowed lips o'er cast and her eyes o'er glazed, 
alive, but not, her nascent sanity entombed.
Death had come, death of the mind, his metal now assayed
he ran from old memories, as each thought enticed.
Their first tryst 'neath jasmine vines vanished in a haze.
Was love's reward, a sweet repast, mania's disguise?
Would true love have held the course where sanity betrayed,
insanity has its own wellspring, and demise.

First Published Five Poetry Magazine 2014


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Ego Speaks for YangYin History

Most everything I learned about the history of evolution
feels colored by Julian Jaynes' theory of language
and culture
and history
and icons of ecological systems and functions,
forms and frequencies,
rhythms and ironic, ionic 
dualdark cosmological bicameral transparency.

This is not something peculiar to Jaynes
or even to DNA-syntaxed cultural Memory,
flowing back to Elder Right MindBody ecoroots
of systemic cooperative therapy and health,
DNA/RNA solidarity 
through mutual political/economic Left/Right bicameral solidarity,
a regeneratives-only need apply globally nutritious revolution.

When I think back
through RNA's original prime relationship,
normative gestalt 
for fractal-seasonal-temporal ecosystemic development,
I see Ego's God of ReGenerating Truth
as both Earth's RNA polyculturally inclusive SunGod,
and Mother's DNA-embryonic 
Open EcoSystemic 
Universal Timeless Folding/UnUnFolding CoGravitating Moment,
incarnating (0)-soul Basic Trust,
BiCameral EarthDominant CoEmpathic Consciousness.

Jaynes presents the emergence of a polypathic puzzle
as Ego's humane/divine balancing vocation,
assigned by RightBrain bilateral-temporal-aptic/synaptic Elder
cousins and plants,
flows and functions,
fractal forms and octave-frequencies
emerging time's bilateral,
four seasoned, four dimensioned, dialectically reasoned,
and logos-languaged,
ecoconsciousness of healthy-confluence v. cognitive-affective dissonance,
chronic temporal stress 
of RNA/DNA solidarity-normed ecotherapy,
Earth's ecosystemic TimePrimed root system
emerging back to BlackHole timeless embryonic AbsentTransParent
(0)Mega Point 
of ReGenerative Revolutionary-Synergetic Origin.

Well, that's the way this LeftBrain dominant Ego
reads Jaynes back through pre-bicameral history,
but could this be a way of seeing
our humane/divine history as decomposing itself,
in reverse of LeftBrain emergent dominance
as PreMillennial EgoAnthroCentric Time
for processing RNA's original regenerative development
cooperative embryonic project,
to emerge Exterior Landscape/Interior Landscape
as Ego/EcoSacredCoPresent Absence
due to incarnational mindbody restraints 
on Open Systemic (0)-soul God/Goddess of Time's
Ego/Eco BiLateral CoArising 
PolyTherapeutic Evolutionary
EcoPresence.

Well, OK,
there are a lot of paradigmatic nests 
in BiCameralYangYin's ecologically emerging nutritious soup.
But, essentially this evolving Ego
suggests to your evolving Ego/Eco
Interior/Exterior co-enculturing health-outcome agenda
that consciousness evolves
because bicameral eco-consciousness co-evolves
through open systemic genetic codex,
restricted solely by harmonic dipolar balance
within (0)-ecotime 
to PostMillennially Transition
back toward Left-Right mutually subsidiary 
political and economic balance.

This EgoLeft dominant adventure
unfolds as Moses leads and develops
and evolves toward Eco-ReGenerative Promise.
EcoConsciousness through Ego's bicameral lenses
develops and evolves DNA/RNA health optimization.

Ego-with-EcoRight evolution is both physical and metaphysical,
both memory and love of regenerative future,
etching synapses 
and aptic-basic PrimeRelationship of DiPolar Solidarity 
deep in ecobiosystems 
of HealthEnculturing CoArising Revolution.

Perhaps Jaynes did not anticipate
what emerges up,
in excess of tipping point equi-valent healthy balance,
invites us to breathe back out again
toward PostMillennial LeftRight BiCameral ReGenerating Balance,
reconnecting with wisdom of Elder Right's SunGod and EarthGoddess
TransParent Regenerators of Heavenly ecosystems 
playing a more PermaCulturally CoOperative
WinWin Solitairity Game 
with DNA/RNA Fractal PrimeTime Presence,
erupting Golden DiPolar SpaceTime 4D CoRelationRatio,
then Golden Diastatic Logos Rules of ReGenerative Systemic Health,
then Golden Elixir of EcoRegenerative Health/Wealth 
Internal/External Landscape co-arising designs and plans,
embryonic developments of self-reiterating MotherEarth,
flying and swimming and surfing 
through SunGod's co-gravitational revolutionary fields
and forms and functional flows 
of primetime Tao co-elation.

In right/left relationship
with both full and absent universal landscape,
each will declare
beloved global cooperative community
as Ego has emerged from this Absent Other
History predicts future
only as each and all so resolve,
and co-resonate,
co-emerge this WinWin advent
of revolutionary EcoSolidarity.

Listening together,
with deductive-dipolar bicameral ears,
then speaking with polypathic dialectical confluence,
then acting more regeneratively healthy and safe
with each DNA/RNA Codex Creation Story,
ending without fear and anger
but absorbing synergetic limitless
timelessly open regenerating 
diastatic-climaxing 
eco-integrity. 

Ego's every transition moment
potential CoPresent culminating NOW
into history's co-gravitating 
reincarnating 
great-transition memory 
of dualdark aptic/resonant-synaptic embryonic Time,
to bless and/or curse dreams and days
of those you will so partially leave behind,
to regenerate as needed 
for healthier compost futures.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Fr Time's Ambiguous Content

Fr. Time, are you a monopolistic universalist?

Yes, but an integratively polycultural universalist.

Are you a Yangian outgoing kinda guy?

Yes, but in an internally YinYin balancing
kind of a moderately outgoing nutritionally healthy communicator
way.
Easy to share Life's co-operative Stage.

Are you really what Alan Watts might think of
as a Prickly defensive Winner?

Yes, but more of a Darwinian Prickly/Goo,
Exterior defensive-recessive,
while Interior inviting dominantly encultured
interdependent ego-favoring
eco-centric default settings
for an emergent evolutionary system.

Hmmm, one of those troubling double-bound default +/(-,-) temporal
ecologistical settings.... So, are you a man?

Mostly, but in a feminist, transgenderal EastmeetsWest encultured kind of way.

Are you a Left-brain dominant overly competitive Republican?

Yes, too often I do gravitate toward that climatically over-populated
hyper-defensive
aggressive anger about past
meets fear of future
political and economic kind of way.
BUT,
on more polyculturally polypathic
cooperatively bicameral
dipolar
enthymematically +/(-,-)balanced
kinds of days,

I can see that both my Republican
anthro-centric excesses
AND
my more Democratic eco-centric normative value development
co-arise
more balanced bicameral function,
frequencies,
communication,
evolution,
incarnation,
grace,
karma as I continue
my slow-grow pilgrimage
toward choosing Earth-therapeutic ego identity
as vocational teleology for humanly-incarnate Time.
Our Golden Rule raison d'etre,
as Yang/YinYin = Self/Other =
LeftPositive/Right-DoubleNegative DNA
(0)-centric syntax language =

+Polynomial spacetime information OVER (-,-) PolyCulturalPathic
so (1) +convex linear space-dimension HEAVEN
OVER
+/-(0) Earthbound balanced co-arising
eco-gravitational dynamic universal-relational consciousness.

Oh,...are you insane?

Only if we cooperatively discern,
and exegetically confirm,
that (0)-centric timeless time,
incarnatiing through our emerging co-arising universe
does not equal +/- c-squared
bicameral enlightenment,
Interior Landscape
as Space=Time-Cubed Convex
OVER Bilateral Concave co-gravitational balance Exterior
[Physical Universe Special Case--B Fuller] Landscape,
EcoLogical Heuristic Left-brain deductive-reductive
Win-Win Gaming Assumption
In-Formation [+Explicate-Deductive Function]
as Universal Network of PolyCultural Integrity Optimization
QBit trend of self-perpetuating regenerative string-PosPos Theorem
= (0)Soul Theorem.

Would it be wrong to think of Fr Time as polypathic?

Yes, Time as "he" is often too monocultural,
eisegetically adventurous,
always out in front of time's surfing bi-ellipticals,
yet retaining primal double-negative QByte octaved,
DNA-fractal-ionic cooperistic
co-penetrative RightBrain dominant inductive
tipping points of way.

What might you prove to be about, Fr. Time?

My neutral standard for establishing probability of Truth
as "Win" for healthy life
resides in this kind of co-arising inductive processing universe
of "notnot correlated" = appositionally dipolar
"Win-Win' default logical programming choice,
until otherwise indicated
by the climatic erasing of species
and Earth's RNA/DNA-syntaxed regenerative systems.

Fr. Time, do you have some kind of outside/inside information/exformation
that you are trying to talk with me about?

Your explicate physical universe's
InFormation
is a positive correlative evolving relationship
which just might be equivalent
to your normatively quantitative and qualitative
political and economic and logical and metric value information
co-arising through my double-negative balancing co-relation,
so that our positive geometric,
digital,
analogical,
ecological,
economic,
political,
and/or personal
id-entity position in "mindspace" is
Left-Right dipolar bicamerally harmonic,
confluent with DNA/RNA fractal-folding Group Theory Dynamics
and Game Theory binary ex-formational de-compositional instructions
predicting reverse WinWin evolutionary reiterative optimized choice-making.

So, you're just not going to make any sense today at all are you?

You clearly cannot be listening bicamerally to my co-gravitational bilaterality universal dynamic of
when and where and why and how and who
Left-EgoMindNomial = Yang+Polynomial
so too
Right -EcoMindNomial = YinYin (-,-) Polynomial
WinWin eco-normative regenetic balance.

Might just be me, but I think you're still emerging a little too dissonant
to go eco-culturally viral.

That is not new,
yet it is also not good news,
try feeding your Right mindbody more holistic fuel and nutrition,
while starving your Left mindbody of ego- and anthro-centric
overly dominant
over-valued
over-commodified
overly-domesticated,
overly-competitive excess
until tipping into wu wei's grace of interdependent gratitude
for peacefully regenerative justice and ecological balance.

Or, we're running out of time, right?

So ecstatically right on target
toward timeless co-arising ego/eco-conscious balance.

Are you gonna end with an Ohmmmmmmmmmm?

Thank you. We just did.






Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Cooperative Digestion of Earth's EcoPolitical Climate

Perhaps you have read
as I have not
Beard's "Economic Interpretation of the Constitution of the United States."

Yet, here is my prediction,
and I promise to actually read it to confirm and/or deny,
so I suppose I more candidly am saying,
Had I written such a treatise,
my main point is not quite (0) summary ecopolitical balance,

HumaneLeft-divineRight nature-spirit nondualist bicamerals
have evolved this society's cultural manifestation
wholesale and purchased as optimally cooperative enlightenment,
ecopolitics as colonies would become democratic co-empathic trusting planetary empires of cooperative ecological Self-with-Other Constitution Stories 
of active hope becoming Positive Psychology of EcoPolitical Science
and Humanities
and Aesthetic Beauty of Golden Harvest Landscapes.

Economic theory, is not also ecologically abundant practice,
unless it is ecological, regenerately decomposing balanced resolutions
of political power-with cooperation,
more evolutionarily evinced as meta-dominant
as compared to power-over WinLose Gaming competitions.

EcoPolitical experience observing large scale social,
cultural,
historical evolutionary experience, narrative, story, 
including stories intended to be constitutive of ecopolitical truth and justice,
constitutional development stories as hopes and future dreams of a global nation state
for more nutritional,
and thereby less pathological 
climate evolution transfers,
with revolution turning reiterational resonance
of healthwealth power values,
from place and time one
toward place and time other.

In BiLateral Economics, the healthy fruition of one space
just once, is monoculturally empty of nutritious metric philosophy,
whereas if we are created once in time
times once again in spiraling revolutionary time,
then we are each binomial two,
as nomials are always also binomials,
as digital information always follows octave-binary network trends,
as yes (both) in ecologically balancing in/ex-climate landscapes 
of Earth-enculturation, acclimation,
always equal not-yet gone-LeftWest 
plus not-yet past-ElderRightEast double-binding compete/cooperate discernment time
bicamerally ruling nature-spirit healthy climates 
for ecopolitical constitutions.

Philosophy, love of wisdom,
especially  love of natural constitutional climate science wisdom,
projects our evolutionary history
through atmospheric oceanic interdependently acclimating bodies
and across empty universal mind skies
fertilizing emerging Golden Ruling multicultural landscapes,
divinely inspiring Creation Stories,
speaking multiculturally confluent languages,
reweaving Positive EcoPsychology
inviting Earth's regenerative norms and nutritionally cooperative
empowering public health and safety values.

Revolution-Left balancing Evolution-Right,
this global EarthTribe's ecopolitical constitution
grows, emerging cooperative ecological revolutions
in which climates we choose to optimally play
scientific/artistic WinWin evolution,
juxtaposing premillennial competitive means to WinLose
ambiguously suboptimizing global ecological outcomes
still incarnate within now postmillennially bicameral cooperative multicultural economic polypaths
toward cultural Left-Right balancing democratic dominance
of health over pathology,
growing WinWin regenerative health outcomes.

Recombinant DNA/RNA transubstantiating sacred regenerate health-trend outcomes,
not only through our historical roots of and for developmental learning
to cooperatively nature-spirit nondual love-integrate-creatively occupy,
but also of these iconic fractals, together,
forming our full-octave multicultural color light fragrant felt comprehension
of Earth's historic original creative designs
for good humored cooperative integral potential
for our own health 
as less pathological cognitive-affective 'in-between' chaotic dissonance and angst,
stress not quite sustaining (0) sum, soul, core revolutionary scientific liturgical seasonal norms
of 4-step syllogistic deductive-only trigonometric plus
one timeless bilateral 4D reverse-temporal equivalence
of P as also N(NP) Empty/Interdependent 
Universal/Unitarian
Yang/notnotYin ecologic,
where P stands for polynomial economic information trends
and polypathic nature/spirit politically balancing flow trends,
where P=Uracil/Thymine-exforming as NP=BiLateral Dipolar Cytosine-infunction-exforming thermodynamic balance 
of Interdependent-Empty Live-Evil regenerative cycles of life,
constitutional boundaried synergetic subclimate cells
with revolutioning stretch-bends for great reverse-climatic transitions
back as forward co-identity
flying and walking and swimming,
but slow-growth, not monocultural racing,
toward Golden Ruling Constitutions of all Uniting States Becoming.

Reading LeftBrain economic ecological meta-climate constitutions
through RightBrain politically cooperative, 
Golden Rule and Ratio and Elixir and Climate and Landscape, 
permaculturally nutritious DNA/RNA health agendas. 

Now I suppose I have to open my Kindle and actually rewrite the thing
while I'm digesting it.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

Light On the Devil's Chord -Day 15

When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
Taunting realities

“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Questions?”

“Long ago you spoke to me, 
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,  
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”

I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me, 
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”

He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…

Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath! 

You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you

You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit

You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode

My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold

You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while

You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”

Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments? 

“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then… 
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”

Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
Even hoped,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…

See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”

He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless

“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love, 
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan  

Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”

Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter. 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Long Poems