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What made Catherine the Great
The Great
instead of merely The Terrible
aristocrat?
Great is not her messianic
multiculturally inclusive
democratic therapeutic intent
Which is a surprisingly ubiquitous delusion
of win/lose
all or nothing LeftBrain
Either deductive persuasive Truth
Or inductive synergetic trust
and lust for Beauty
Rather than win/win
RightBrain co-operative
intuitive BothTruth/AndBeauty
Yang/Yintegral
bilateral Great Climaxes
bicamerally integrating
dialectical InEgo/OutOther
co-empathic consciousness
Actively
curiously
courageously listening
for cooperative
co-passionate
co-governing Greatness
Not quite so
Business As Usual
patriarchal
hierarchical
capital-commodity invested
in StraightWhiteMale privilege
Kinda Terrible
terrifying
aristocratic entitlement.
IMAGININGS *
a mischievous
appearance
& disconcerting
expressions
undress the night
unconscious smiles
for
every dream
in
uprooted shadows
the day
does not
sleep
in great
weariness
where we
lock ourselves
hidden
softly
in its virtues
upon
in
a
field
of reflections
a
hand
to caresse
&
playful eyes
to
share
their clarity
lids
cast down
trace
temptations
lost
in
the dull
shadowed
skies
of leisure
whede innocence
facez
crippled
torment
in
laughter
wrinkles
OPEN VERSE using spaces&breaks/no grammatical symbols /relying on 'the one breath limitation'/this intuitive cadence permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'
Naturally regenerative
living systems,
like Earth
optimize global ecological opportunities
as co-redemptive economies
of loving solidarity relationships
expressing mutual not-negative subsidiarity,
within a web of interdependent Win-Win default networks.
If we are born passionate investments
of past yang/yin regenerations
redeeming economic risks
weighed as ecological opportunity
for pleasuring pleasant peace
with active love for all species,
all nature,
all Earth,
all Universal Intelligence,
then are we also,
at least potentially,
an interdependent species
of co-redeeming economists
thinking and acting and relating and feeling
sensing and feeling and smelling and tasting
touching and respecting and appreciating ecologically balanced reasons,
seasons of time and pattern and rhythm?
Where fasting advents precede
and roundly follow
cornucopic polycultural seasons for all cells
and organelles.
We find and sustain co-therapeutic relationship balance
half way between Yang-ego's deductive-reductive immunity boundaries
and Yin-eco's intuitive receptive co-operativity,
co-redemptivity,
correlation-ability,
mutual empathic gratitude
polypathic trans-actional multisystemic relationships.
If co-redeemers are messiahs
then we are also mutual bodhisattvas
as we intend cooperative Win-Win eco-normative salvation
and eco-logically therapeutic outcomes.
Perhaps mutual messiahs find it simpler to wrestle with,
rather than against death's pain and suffering,
to figure out what to divest of
by reconnecting within each moment's present opportunity
to what and whom and when and where and why we invest integratively
with each Other's health and well-being,
co-redemptive economically rational, yet passionate, logic,
as well as Right-brain's intuitive temperate sense of balance,
proportion,
enthymematic syntax
permaculturing rooted rhythms
of mindful songs
and global dance.
Ego's Logos as co-determinate partner
with Eco's Right-brain Mythos
co-redemptive political design
re-creating economic developmental revolutions.
In the whirlwind of the wind, my soul also spins unyieldingly,
On watercolor wings, the seasons carry me aloft,
Through wrinkled fantasies, the heart's mistakes shatter,
Waltzing in the whispers of waves, my soul cradles gently.
Under the watchful rain of stars, my dreams drip slowly,
The talisman stained with tulips hides unspoken truths,
Stepping lightly over the threshold of dusk, time is my friend,
I am the sunset, and the silence of saffron storms follows me.
O, you, ruler of minds playing on the edge of dreams,
The empyrean inferno burns around your diamonds,
We feel deep in our bones miracles without mirrors,
Ugly hyacinths melt under the melodious mint of magnolia.
We are but moments dissolved in the silent meditation of evening,
The thread of turmeric love binds us to lemony light,
The neon Nile flows through our intuitive isles, dancing,
Under the moonlight, separated from the watching darkness.
The dazzling luxury calls us to place our trust in it,
Bleeding into the constellations of our higher virtues,
The heavens wonder about the sirens singing forgiveness imperfectly,
The fragrance of forgiveness carries the sailors of nirvana to dawn.
This hummingbird has hushed its beats under the eternal sky,
I am a dialect of dawn, in the scentless sunrise of life,
A patriot of peace, pirouetting in the ephemeral elixirs of time,
Burning auroras pour over the lips of loving angels.
The night sky
is full of numbers that cannot be counted.
The stars numb then inspire,
then numb.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the burn, the cold mathematical anesthesia
of being infinitesimal, not even a reckoning
in an unsolvable puzzle,
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train,
your brain runs out of rails to travel upon.
Perhaps an intuitive awareness will save us
- a new kind of starry abacus arise
pre-set to calculate only incomprehension,
then we may move
beyond the tyranny of such number games,
counting only ourselves in.
No Stopping The Carousel Of Time!
The inescapable reality
consigning one at birth
automatically includes no breath
oblige premise, whereat
existence can terminate
with sudden,
and untimely inexplicable death
cruel ploy wrought,
whence randomly begat
into this webbed wide world
grim reaper nonchalantly,
asper macabre Vaudevillian
character cane twirled
automatically infers
cessation of livingsocial
with no forewarning,
where nutty squirreled
memories become indelibly engraved
(photogravure) inherently
pervasive I apprise imperiled,
which ever present
unavoidable demise,
(albeit a bleak thought)
looms larger as orbitz
(demarcating sans initial debut),
each subsequent anniversary flies
faster as staying alive finds
every mortal getting
older, where guise,
which gloomy thought didst arise
with the windmills
of my mind particularly,
sans unwelcome thought,
when my person dies
came to mind, while subtle
diminution to exercise
asthma body, mind, and spirit
approaches sixth decade (come
January 13th, 2019),
the harsh reality lies
within this cognitive,
intuitive, and fully
still operative flesh and bone
aware of becoming deceased
increases in direct proportion
as another year done
and all to quickly, irrevocably gone,
when deplorably belatedly
late life self discover
re: visa vis hone
passion with words specially,
possibly, feasibly encrypted
while supinely prone
on deathbed with
onset of rigor mortis,
yet just barely
enough buffer'n strength
to etch said chicken scratchings,
hens forth before
mine unbeknownst cremation
whereat Facebook friends invited -
cost will be...ahem...
(no more than one rolling stone)
presently concludes any
subsequent poetic endeavors
shot thru with quasi morbid tone.
When the flowers open petals in the spring time,
flittering fleet of butterflies makes luring lattice,
the blind doesn’t see the tapestry of heavenly beauty,
but dances with unsighted boundless joy
to the whispering rhythm of the fragrant air.
When people spin in a pattern on the dance floor,
lively with the psychedelic light show,
watch the steps measure the pace of salsa,
in the undefined space of the blind dancer
the invisible floor throbs beneath the intuitive feet,
feeling the concerto of illumined cadence,
as the rhythmic moves pulsate unseen
with each movement of grace made in darkness.
The blind dancer moves instinctively
maneuvered by the strings of sound like a puppet,
living the vibrato of the music with rhythmic reflex.
Following no shadows, watching no applauding crowd
for the sightless hearing transforms the visual prompts
into dance gestures, the real rendition
of the articulate feelings
flowing elegantly in the empty dark space.
Enthymeme:
A syllogism or other argument,
logical and ecological and theological,
in which a relational premise
or the rationally robust conclusion
is [0] unexpressed.
All truth is healthy
All beauty is truth
Therefore, All Beauty is [truly] Healthy
All trust grows democracy
All active distrust fuels elitist supremacy
Therefore, All isolating distrust smothers democracy
Where truth and trust remain confluently enthymematic
effluent
fertile
regenerative
resonant,
and resiliently so.
Effluent intuitive memory,
enthymematic,
in which one remedial subject
follows in-between the co-acclimating minor center
of the Other side's ZeroZone Earth purpose
for passionately nurturing comfort or punishment,
for regenerating organic balance or strategic imbalance,
for healing and moving ego's muted heart and voice
eco-therapeutically forward
Beauty speaking ecstasy
Green as leaves and grass
absorbing hues of blue and red
as ecofeminist Black lives
ultra-nonvioletly refuse to splatter
mere punishing avoidance
of healthy cultural climate matters,
Enthymematic rainbow allies
restore cooperative democratic responsibilities,
Enthymematic in-between tipping points
actively seeking feeling/thinking reparation opportunities
to move all EarthTribe's 3/5ths human theocracy
to 4/4 RealTime Democracy
in balancing keys of C
for CommonSense
YinSquared = Yang BigBang enlightenment,
bicameral secular liberation
into green peace sacred conservation
of almost Here with Now
enthymematic prememories
without closed
anti-systemic
dead reduced conclusions,
universally empty
entropic
absent
insignificant
chaotic without complexity...
Primal MuseSoul syllogisms,
MajorLeft and MinorRight
not not co-relationally balancing
Healthy WuWei EnthyMemes.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
antique, ornate, intoxicating, glimmering,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling, shimmering.
I remember all those early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious,
the dull corporate thievery of the airwaves.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy glorious mornings playing in a puerile land.
I remember wispy pastels, childish whispered chimera hopes.
We all wanted to believe in the carousel.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
my semblance of being aspiring in glittery silvery sterling.
I remember so many seraphs pirouetting,
all silently streaming, mercifully redeeming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
"50 Words for Poe: Metamorphosis"
Intricate souls,
Complex needs
interconnected
Light energy
binds them
2 hearts
2 minds
Become
1 heart
1 mind
it’s all in the
timing
the complexities
of a trick
Reciprocity
with a kiss
intuitive
apport
the exchange
of a key,
The Gift
MAGIC
Metamorphosis
The answer to this
trick
begins with the binding
of his wrists
(LadyLabrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/0FMtQrsKM8c
How to Be Invisible/Bush
“I am a great admirer of mystery and magic. Look at this life - all mystery and magic.” Harry Houdini
https://youtu.be/0ar7vovnH5I
Wow/Bush
The secret message Houdini said he’d reveal, in a séance, to his wife so that she could determine the legitimacy of a spiritualist:
“BELIEVE”
1.
https://www.thegreatharryhoudini.com/metamorphosis.html
2.
https://newrepublic.com/article/119015/edmund-wilson-houdini
3.
https://www.thegreatharryhoudini.com/occult.html
4.
https://youtu.be/IczEq22-rPU
Final Seance (Full Audio)/Bess, Houdini
5.
Houdini's widow, Bess, died of a heart attack on February 11, 1943, aged 67, in Needles, California while on a train en route from Los Angeles to New York City. She had expressed a wish to be buried next to her husband, but instead was interred 35 miles due north at the Gate of Heaven Cemetery in Westchester County, New York, as her Catholic family refused to allow her to be buried in a Jewish cemetery.
6. https://youtu.be/0YbbsSgIBdk
Huff Paranormal (1)
7.https://youtu.be/WHVx8TfbRiY
Huff Paranormal (2)