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There is an important difference
between being accessible
and becoming more engaging,
engaged,
engage-able.
To access support and resources
for health care giving
and wealth care resourceful receiving
is not nutritionally sufficient to resiliently
resonantly engage
As non-violent access
to absence of rage
is not peace enough to fully engage
So too,
access to eternal love,
timeless truths,
polypathic wise ways
and polynomially balancing bilateral means
does not, for most of us,
fully engage with Earth's cooperative interior voices
speaking and listening,
widening and deepening,
outing and in-ing,
outside and inside
Yang and Yin
ego and eco-sourcing
resourcing
pre-sourcing
un-sourcing
anti-sourcing
revolutionary engagement
evolutionary source enabling
health-wealth access
with every day
every body
every thing
every relationship
multi-dependently embracing.
Access to bicameral deductive thought
and inductive feelings of interdependent resourcefulness
and isolating despair,
as outlined by ethologist Julian Jaynes,
and all textures and hues and cries between
Mother's warm wet womb
and YangHere with YinNow
Is not resiliently sufficient
to resonantly engage bilaterally resilient co-investments,
as taught by Edward De Bono.
Just as access to a lover
is not necessarily sufficient
to fully engage those thoughts and feelings yet unknown,
undisclosed
for lack of trust
we will be GoldenRule treated
by healthy wealth of compassioning WinWin care,
Aware
of interdependent relational space,
accessible to sight,
but also inter-related time,
engaged through deep listening
networks of interdependent historical and cultural causes
evolving toward this engaging ego with eco-effect
for healing and toxic causes yet to follow
through future inaccessible regenerations
We actively hope will be at least as health engaged
as is true
and trusted
with and for
and of Earth's interdependent inevitable moments,
YangHere further accessing
YinFlow past through future
engaging Now
Ego EcoSourcing,
CoPassions multi-laterally Here,
personal space ecopolitically engaging
relentless public/private health care time.
Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.
I’m a man of many theories
based on life and death alone,
With my human head buried
intrinsically in the ground,
A limited lack of imagination
stymied by reason I’ve found.
If I’m to find real answers
must think outside the box,
Not be influenced by gravity
or limited by speed of light,
Have to negotiate laterally
ignore what’s in plain sight.
Completely revisit history, by
traveling sideways in time,
Lose the shackles of sanity
rid the straitjacket that’s life,
Take god by the hand walk on
water, ask him what is choice.
Deduction simply not working
Going forward leads to death,
Eyes are merely for vision
blind spots behind my head,
Is this a nervous breakdown
No! but skin is being shed.
Free will comes in many forms
mine’s embedded in truth,
Which in turn’s surrounded by
doubt, caught in a web of lies,
Each time I peel back a lair
another one seems to arise,
My task appears impossible and
that’s probably true for you,
But this is my world remember
in here I can bend the rules,
No need for toxic parameters
also free from fossilized fuel.
I’m talking about spirituality
not religion or naked science,
Bringing the poles together
incompatible basic ideals,
Find harmony in translation
communion that actually heals.
I sit alone atop my mountain
leave torment down below,
Take deep breaths of fresh air
purge anguish from my soul,
Fall into a trance of reclusion
Quasi seance of self-control.
I’ve transcended into nirvana
shrouded inside cirrus clouds,
A veil of silence surrounds me
Karma’s a relic of the past,
Not a life or death situation
at one with the cosmos at last,
Gone is delusion
Gone is the lie
Gone is persuasion
Gone is the urge to die
I want for zilch and live for all
in a heaven without any gods,
No need for tears or laughter
blinded by bliss so bright,
That’s it yes, I’ve found myself
within the infinite cycle of life.
By
David Kavanagh
Resiliently healthy ego identity
emerges from a lifelong process
of interdependent ecosystemic individuation
As LeftBrain verbal dominance
historically emerges
from multiculturing RightBrain synergetic feelings
Unchanging physical being
frames embodied transubstantiating
creolization processes of becoming co-acclimated.
All or Nothing dogmatism
arrests incommensurable divides
between naturally embodied ego health
and spiritually minded ecosystemic wealth.
Win/Lose leftbrain stuck
seeks rightbrain alliance
toward healthy Win/Win unstuck freedom
constrained by co-arising dipolarity
Such as deductive and reductive thoughts
left hemisphere verbalized;
Inductive and conductive feelings
right hemisphere non-verbally felt
Unchanging autonomous Ego
in win/lose evolutionary worldview
gestalt
opens and/or ecosystemic healthy co-acclimating
progressive views of natural/spiritual Earth-habitat
Created of and for win/win revolutioning life
death
relife
repurpose process
multiculturing views
of organic EarthTribe's compassionate communion
communication
Global restorative justice
and peace communities
When secularized,
fundamentally severed from sacred Earth
spirited
processive
permissive Nature.
Sensed space
is to embodying processes
of dynamic transporting Time
is to changing
processing
democratically co-empathic
inside/outside bilateral Mind
ego/eco-revolving Earth's seasonal revolutions
of transportive spiral SpaceTime
Bilaterally eradiating through disembodying space
surrounding out transportive
transcendent SunLight
of solar evolving systemic
sublime-Time
within universally emergent Space
without insufficient uniting Time
For co-laterally changing healthy compassionate
embodied space/time Minds
in sensory-spaced humane bodies
Of incensed EgoSpaces
are to constrained embodiment
as dynamically transporting EcoSystemic Time
is to spirally co-arising healthy
freeing Change.
Beneath thoughts with feelings
uniting and dispersing,
Within Earth's human constitutions,
democratic and win/lose cynical,
or even lose/lose nihilistic,
We each breathe in encultured nutritional space,
from a preferred multicultural healthy place,
for a polypathic wealthy outcome lifetime pace.
As we breathe in universal integrity
in spirited time,
we each can breathe out unitarian enchantment with sublime
ecstatic integrity refined
interdependent belief and behavior divine
compassions,
re-investing in this green win/win common healthy-wealth sanctuary
RevolutionTime,
non-sectarian
non-partisan
non-violent
non-ZeroSum
Beneath our most humane emergent thoughts and feelings,
all breathings in Yang
and back out square-rooted Yin
free rainbow unimpaired
not not despaired,
Within each bicameral beating heart
and imposing impassioning
reposing repassioned bodhisattva mind,
radically democratic energy regeneratively expanding
multicultural Golden WinWin Rules
to restore EarthJustice
By extracting degenerative lose/lose monocultural bad-faith toxins
now destroying purposes of health's intention
for red/blue-blooded beating hearts,
Each natural body out
spiritual mind in
yang with yin
co-laterally scripturing
ancient revolutions
of DNA's left and right,
west greets east,
uracil/cytosine balancing fractal seasonal resolutions,
where U=C-squared
light-cubed
green organic namaste
Transubstantiating +1 universal
equals
(-,-)0-square root bilateral integrity,
Left-nature multiplying Right-spirit interdependently multiculturing,
Left-yang patriarchal dominance divided against
Right-yin matriarchal suppressing
Different thoughts and feelings
between yang against yin, bipolar dividing
the sameness within yang with yin, dipolar co-arising
regenerative WinWin,
healthy thoughts with nutritional feelings.
It started with a news report,
where a well-dressed man did exhort
that everyone should stay inside,
big thunderstorms were on the fly.
A curving arc across the map,
and the danger that comes with that,
not whirling clouds that rip and roar,
but another threat is in store,
The great tornados go from ground,
to storm-cells high above the down,
Derecho strikes laterally,
a blunt-force trauma built of breeze.
At first, I just remain upstairs,
but not near windows, back from there,
trees and shrubs in the neighborhood
begin to wave, that is not good,
because the blowing does not stop,
more branches now begin to rock,
leaves start stripping off, flying fast,
every which way, wherever cast.
I hear some creaking form the walls,
the gushing of the wind’s loud call,
branches start breaking, tumbling quick,
smashing against siding and brick,
strewn on the roads and driveways black,
but then come a much louder snap,
the main beam of a neighbor’s elm
comes crashing down, and I can’t tell…
Has it come down upon their car?
The rain picks up, I can’t see far,
drops horizontal from the gale,
mixed in with icy slugs of hail.
The wind keeps going, doesn’t stop,
big branches fall across the lot,
walls now vibrate against the blow,
soon I will have to go below.
Thirty minutes, it’s not ceasing,
hurricane gusts send trees reeling,
it’s trunks now breaking, smashing hard
into the rooftops, and the yards.
The fear now says it’s time to run,
down to the basement with hard thumps
echoing from the storm above,
I think that I have seen enough.
I’ll call the insurance company tomorrow…
When most think of this to be on the horizon,
It truly lies under your ignorant eyes.
Deep down in the ocean where we chase pearls and the deepest point
We are groping for peace in totality.
In that ocean of life of treasures and diversions
We, the small fish move in a hurdle with our group, struggling and popping
Some in the blindness of more food land in a shark’s mouth and some in desperation to rise up in the top layer become a treat to the fishermen’s pouch.
Perhaps, we are mistaken by a mirror’s view.
Mistaking the diversions for the treasures-- we are in a troubled hunt forever
Never realising that our view was laterally inverted.
Beware! Those pearls are in camouflage
They chase us to chase them always; in ambush to finally let us drown in our foolish heart.
The fish are all alike though vibrantly different in appearance—all in a swim for the ‘most’, not ‘decent’.
That exquisite pearl has throughout been hidden in our captive—the one to vanquish our miseries.
Alas! We could have relished all we had and remained contented, had we not been so busy delving too deep in a scurry.
My parents were both cut in two,
my mother head to torso, laterally bisected
into equal parts, my father cut slightly off center
into unequal parts, his heart bisected, his head intact.
My parents were cut in two, as if
giant shards of sharp glass
were free falling in the universe.
She happened to be in the wrong place
at the wrong time, he standing next to her,
they were both cut in pieces.
When I look at this picture carefully,
I notice their only daughter so close
by her mother's side, pierced through
at an angel, my viscera partially exposed.
These are my addictions,
this my disorderly conduct,
here is my gore, mixed
with the coffee stains
on the cluttered table.
I go on living like this,
cut almost through,
remembering my parents,
her vacant eyes, his neck wrenched
sideways, wracked with pain,
how they died a thousand deaths
before they both died young.
This is the shard of glass that fell
out of the universe through me.
I go on living like this, hoping
someday I'll meet a surgeon
or discover a way to dissolve glass
before I die young, too.
Elbows must be packed more carefully.
I catch the eye of a flight attendant.
Some preliminary questions…
"Miss can I be slipped into a less edgy wedge?
She frowns, resenting perhaps my ‘miss’
should have said ‘mam’…damn.
I carry on babbling –
“Could my mind be more swiftly amputated?
Is it possible to be shuffled laterally
until I intrude less and match more?”
Now she is throwing daggers of hate towards me.
Are the engines honking like killer geese?
Will dinner come as an intravenous drip?
Is that kid vomiting back there?
Her dislike of my questions
is as palpable as a cudgel to the head.
“Miss I can’t see; my eyes are too near the seatback.
Will you stamp my papers D.O.A. now
to save time?"
My voice through the triple layered mask
sounds like a hyperactive zombie.
She smiles robotically.
"Sir, will you please stop blinking,
you're making the other cargo nervous."
I am adamant hi cringe at the thought of dirty feet
I am biased and subconscious of crimson vegetable beets
No longer nowhere do you find coconut treats
Chocolate covered crimson beige grasshopper leaves
While ants are scrimmaging laterally liking playing football
And bees are buzzing around making a buzzzzz sound
Fluttering butterflies fluttering flattering floating
around above the ground the lower the sky has
Yet the parlay fleet of grasshoppers marching crickets rubbing their legs
Sounding off while they here are they there seemingly they're everywhere
Skreet Skreet Skreet the screeching sounds that come from their feet
Chirping chirping chirping where are they and do they ever sleep
I too have feet and I'm a floor runner
Twix and tween my corns and bunions
I'm coming running on my feet for you
9/14/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020