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Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice
As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.
Great transitions
are choices,
positive more than negatively motivated,
to move from one habitat
in space and/or time
to another
that feels more promising,
worthy of trust,
a potential celebration of interactive beauty,
holistic balance,
resilient health,
aesthetically resonant wealth.
Great transitions
have their inhale stage,
before the moving Team appears,
which includes hard and soft decisions
and indecisions,
memories,
and rude reminders
lacking acquisitive memories
about where did all these properties come from,
external
with their internally complementary feelings
of way too much stuff
in my cluttered life,
Happiness to be bringing warm memories along
and sadness to leave so much cold
and neglectful waste
behind the dumpster
And great transitions
also have their less famous exhale stage
after the moving Team
moves on
to facilitate another household's preferably Great
but sometimes Traumatic
Transition.
Great transitions
in second stage
open one box at a time
to reload new closets
basements
attics
garages
sheds
shelves
entertainment centers
dress drawers
treasure chests
jewelry boxes
safes
mailboxes
kitchen and bathroom drawers
cabinets
medicine cabinets
CD and DVD racks
soundtracks
shoe racks
pot racks
wine racks
over the door hat racks
behind the door spice racks
tool racks and peg boards
hangers
umbrella stands
coat trees
bird feeders
pantry shelves
under the oven drawers
armoires
desks
hutches
book cases
curtain rods
picture hangers
linen closets
nightstands
pillow cases
guest beds
Great transitions
never die
they just fade in
to what remains of yesterday
Sufficient for this new age
of rebecoming
habituated
co-acclimated
seeking a healthier climate,
a wealthier place
for healing uncooperative
lack of felt resilience
To survive
and hopefully thrive
into our next Great Transition,
inhaling into recycling lungs,
exhaling out into greener
more resonantly resilient
Great Earth Habitat.
Cheer up! Springtime’s here,
Ready to collect the winter’s debree,
Open to flush the desolation away,
Of January’s frozen inquisition.
Birds sing outside my window,
I have no disability to their call,
Bent on approach and situation,
Where they sing full throttle to me.
Blue **** remind me that men,
Can be good and shine as genuine,
Lovers, friends, mentors, acquaintances,
With no refrain to stain and chide.
The brown thrush delights in toddling,
About the cemented path cold,
Occupied but pleasantly interactive,
With something to give from himself.
Rhoda Monihan
Not all addictions are negative.
For instance, I am very fond
of breathing. A cool sip of water
on a bake-day break. Walking tandem
in the moonlight. Romance and poetry
seeming as important to my health as good
blood flow and a rich bowel movement --
somehow all looped in a complex
biology.
What I feel in my mind as important
as my other senses. What is taken
from the outside, categorized and
stored internally. I have many shelves
for keepers, interactive and those in
saving repose. The mind, a chemical,
electrical alchemy of sorts. Transforming
perceptions into ruling currents
that ebb and flow as do the earth’s
seas. I guess, gravity reaches deep,
to my way of thinking lays down and lifts,
enlarging science. I see a Creator, behold a loving
heart dissolving that apple-distance between
a mythical garden and my living room. The
ancients called them gods, we scoff while defending
our guardian angels. Reality is also thought I think;
more than the process somehow our views a dimension
alive. In my later years becoming more aware and fondest
of an interloping, spiritual Sixth Sense. An imagined helium soul.
Is death a burst of bubble, or soaring release? One’s life a nibble, or
all of the feast?
A reverse corollary of faith
in "make your own luck"
is to blame the losing victim.
Optimizing our win/win resilient fortune,
wealth,
treasured health
and safety
and wellbeing defense
is not the same as "self-making" a robust future
Autonomously
ego-centrically
dissociated from informed win/win cooperative
democratic political health
and/or co-invested socio-ecological
eco-feminist
economic nutritional flow systems
Like organic beings with branches:
Yintegral organic rivers,
nutritious MotherTrees,
and enriching global bank networks
of capital macro-economic
interactive systems,
Networks of branches,
co-mediated collaboratives
win/win co-empathic
co-relational
nonviolent communications
for restoring healthy theological peace
as also wealth of ecological justice
And, oh yes,
lucky win/win economic co-investments
in integrity's potential health of wealth.
No one of us
and all of us together
believe in optimal power within
in total absence of any power among,
without.
Short-sighted political therapy evolves
short-minded economic health is
small-mindedness,
pretending Self and Other and Earth
are not eternally interdependent.
Pain and loss and blindness
cause long-sited suffering,
wrestling with God's absence of fulfillment
Great aerobic exercise,
but let us not fool
or bully ourselves,
or Others,
or God,
and most certainly not Earth
in this her eternally holy Day.
Only competitive assumptions wrestle against health;
while cooperative eco-normic awareness
wrestles with,
side by side,
each challenge shared.
Wrestling is dissonance resolving contention
stretching for harmony
co-arising contentment,
diminishing confusion to
chronic suffering of advent,
just the right amount of pain and ego-loss
for regenerative redeemer rebirth.
Pain, loss, dissonance deny
optimistic accidental history
but may ecologically coincide
with interactive mutually-held hope
that peace with ego's self-justice
ultimately emerges
from each biosystemic incarnation's incubating life
toward further regenerative health
and love
and love of health
and health of love,
then too there is lovely health of wealthy love,
but that could take us in another similar climaxing
dialectically emergent
dipolar co-arising direction.
ACTUALITY
so remote
distinction
between
appearance &
where
reality
exists
illumed
self-assertive
yet fallible
by
mutual suspicion
insecurity
&petty
appearance
but
unusually
interactive
&
motivated
focused
&purposed
perspective
with the idea
of
love
in
relationship
so very real
with a sense
denial of self
capable
of
genuinely
telling
&
portraying
a life
free to be
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
Upon rising, awakened by
ripening scent teasing my nose,
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter of time, an extending
run of exclamatory chirps and wing-full
stretching –
Muse beckons, yielding to artist'
pen and eye – we are co-authors, exchanging
thoughtful leafs and sun-dipped pages; mingling natures,
swapping poetic voice, reversing positions of artist vs model –
conjuring word-images and interactive, painted-canvases – confounding our seasons of
blossoming and harvest, embracing God's budding voice and fruitful manifestations,
His nectar-ed, figurative language, blending human with Divine senses....
displaying contrasts that stimulate exploratory forming
and transitory shading – clearing and clouding
affects both inside and on my outside, as the clutter of
yesterday, and promise of a spring-like showers soak
crusty sediments with saturating, fertile possibilities;
all taking bows – the theater that of spiritual mastery –
Mystery is
my source, my echo, my chambered growth.
My resources, exploitable enclaves of poetic walls, primed,
awaiting both solid and abstract vibrations, energizing
experimental blurbs, those planned and random into searchable
articulations, grasping, too often vainly, for fantastical alliteration
of sterile, common-place views –
I am deepened and ready to let air
we are each our best audience
my left-hand meeting your right
for a brisk clap of inspiration followed
by riotous applause....
CREAT LIFE
Create life by
making introvert interactive,
giving boost to indolent inactive,
attributing enthusiasm to passive.
Great time will fly.
Cheer up each,
lone, without hope or distressed,
deprived, aloof or depressed,
pessimistic, strained or stressed.
Life is rich.
Life is graceful
Life to love, life to care
Life to enjoy, life to share,
Life to nurture, life to bear.
Life is calm and cool.
Life is music
to be sung in chorus
with all around us
joyous, vivacious.
Symphony: Unique.
05/15/16
Edited on 06/16/20
Often hidden or ignored, child brides and sex slaves are still a current global problem; as is child abuse in varying ways, including child labour. Heartbreaking and unacceptable.
Girls Not Brides website:
See the interactive Atlas for the %'s per country, which can be as high as 76%.
Key facts
12 million girls marry before the age of 18 every year.
1 in 5 girls in the world are married before 18.
Over 650 million women alive today were married as children.
Sources
The Atlas is based on UNICEF data for 2020. It is updated every two years, with the next review taking place in June 2022.
www.girlsnotbrides.org/about-child-marriage/where-child-marriage-happens/
World's Children website:
27% of trafficking victims are children.
There are an estimated 168 million child laborers around the world, with around half of them participating in what is known as “hazardous work” – work that endangers the child’s physical, emotional, or social well-being.
66% of child trafficking victims are girls. (Save the Children, 2020)
99% of victims trafficked for sexual exploitation are women and girls. (IBLA, 2019)
www.worldschildren.org/child-trafficking-statistics/
Innocence destroyed
(Children are not brides)
By Michelle Morris
13/03/2021
You said we were beautiful,
You convinced me of our love;
But it was all a ruse,
Your intentions dishonourable.
Chorus
In who do we trust, when
shattered minds and hearts are laid bare?
In who do we rely, when it feels like
no one cares?
(end chorus)
Childhood innocence destroyed,
No one to tell of the dark void;
Trauma of being used,
Over and over again.
Chorus
They'll say you're beautiful,
That only they can understand;
They'll put their dirty hands on you,
And you'll never be the same.
Chorus
Be careful who you trust,
Not all are good inside;
Remember love is not lust,
And children are not brides.
Chorus
© Michelle Morris, 2021
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