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Tell me, oh Observer,
Or need you not,
As I have known!
Have I wasted my years on useless words?
Because sometimes I feel I am losing the magic touch,
Because sometimes I feel you are closing us away
Have I been too frivolous, too much of a child?
I beseech you, see me through!
For here is some truth, Seeker
I had no time to be a child
I had no chance to be wild
My brothers and sisters thrashed and squirmed
They were self-indulgent, and heartily reckless
I learned from them,
To mediate
To close it away
Disintegrate
To lose myself in quiet leadership
Until now, until comfort crossed my threshold,
I had no means of crawling
I had solid food I could barely swallow
And the dirt was forced down my throat
I was bloated in the filth
In the probing of these children
I was made open, and raw
I was made pleasured, and confused
Tell me, oh Observer,
Or need you not,
As I have known!
Have you now turned away from me,
When I have finally found this inner child?
Because I am craving your eyes upon me again
I am craving the way your soul stirs within
Have I driven you away?
Are my clouds not enough gray?
I implore you, see me through!
The thunder pounds into me
Their hands hold me down
I am writhing in the grip of adulthood
I am blinded in the sea of doubt
Receiver, my love, my friend
Tell me this—
Have I never known?
Will I yet shimmer amongst the grime?
I want to discover what you have longed of me
I want you to believe in me
And from this prison,
I want to be free…
the consecrate rose
sits on the bureau
its petals ebonized
now delicate
like life
the tempo of night
strums through whispers
of gentle wind
beneath the tones
of a lullaby
as shadows rock
back and forth
on roseate walls
while obtuse thoughts
peek in and out of mind
like the indigent moon
shrouded by clouds
she suckles on thoughts
as she kisses the infant
the press of hard glass
kissing back through the edges
of her delirium
she tries to mediate
in her sleepless mind
between lifeless beats
faded in egregious moments
that fate pillaged from hope
and the pleas of unanswered prayers
as they fell like rituals
night after night
awakening to cockcrow
her tears bleed
against crimson flesh
as she rocks
hands empty
alone
August 16, 2019
After work, I look for a place to mediate;
and that place is a walking distance:
there we met, and started dreaming,
we were naive kids full of nonsense,
we blushed saying words without meaning...
those sweet whispers made our faces radiate!
On spring afternoons we hold hands and singing
we take the road that leads to the breezy beach:
we own everything, no soul is around watching;
and laughing we ignore the preacher's speech!
Did we know what was love all that time I played
the guitar and you sang a gospel or country song?
All in all, innocence and joy were expressed as God wanted
of us kids growing up in faith and spiritual understanding!
We are taking the road that leads to the breezy beach,
and after many years aren't we glad to relive moments
of the photo album that swift fingers turn to relish
our youth's days fading from pages, not hearts!
The road that leads to the breezy beach
is dull, it hasn't kept the same landscape;
do we see ourselves still young and in shape?
Is life so brief to grab what we can't reach?
Everyone was begging me to do something about my anxiety.
So I got into meditation.
So I mediate every day.
It was all on them.
Then it was all mine.
Forever, all mine.
As sad as it is,
It gets less daunting over time.
And more like-
This is heavenly.
And more like-
I will live forever if I keep this up.
For hours and hours,
Then more hours.
Then weeks go by, and it’s like-
I don’t know what a week means anymore.
I can’t remember what makes me weak, or what makes me strong.
But it’s all good, it’s all healthy.
And I don’t complain anymore.
And they don’t complain anymore.
A multi-religious mediator's mission
might include supporting InterFaith Green Communion
And might organize community-based
EmPowerment and Enlightenment Missions
to cooperatively organize
polyculturally resonant
Voices
To enact and advocate,
to gospel sing and liturgically dance
to empower Eastern metaphysical contextualists
and enlighten Western physical embodied sexualists,
to left brain say
and right brain gracefully do
More resilient ecological
co-relationally mediated
cooperative win/win
Choices
To always appreciatively use
and support,
to invite our best and healthiest
nonviolent theological/ecological reflective
mind/embodied narratives
experiential stories
existential restorative
healing Voices
Best sung,
strongest danced in partnerships
and teams
supporting public folk-harmonic resonance
polyculturally harvested and designed
to restore green EarthPeace healthy justice
In spontaneously invoked
through well-planned
cooperative interfaith events
experiencing co-mentorship communions,
remembering how theology feels
becoming Earth's greatest invasive Species
Forgetting to mediate
win/win optimal golden health rule thrival,
social wealth
of green cooperative
new deal vibe resilient survival
Multiculturally effusive
co-empathic working play intention
To rise each day
renewed
reconnecting
re-ligioning
A multi-religious mediator's mission
to include
supporting InterFaith
CoOperative
New/Old Deal
Healthy Democratic
Always give first priority
to passions
bicamerally win/win expressed
when actively hoping
for self empowerment
and Other best sufficient
sacred co-operative light
Of ReCreative ReStorying Energy
CoPassionately Interdependent
Health/Wealth Faith
in Green/Blue
Nature/Poor-In-AnthroPrivileged-Spirit
Ego/EcoSystemic
Same old song
with all new co-mediating contextual
bilateral
bicameral
binomial
bisensory-neurological
TranSubstantiating
Creolizing Win/Win
Integrity of Potential Left/Right
Power/Light
InterFaith Liturgical Dance
and Gospel Choir Communions
for extracting invasive species
Adding more power and light
for and from
indigenous trans-generational green
cooperative win/win wisdom.
A believe it or not meditation!
Trance like auto-suggestion?
Let us see ...
Mirrorlessly ...
We are in a dimly lit room
Frivolous thoughts we gently broom
Sitting in silence, aspect innocent
Of the faint room light cognisant
We then initiate an intent marked with purity
To close our eyelids and mediate in continuity
Upon the void of vibrant darkness within
Imagination rested, yearning for God recognition ...
Our eyes are yet open for intent is not yet action
We immerse ourself in the gap to bestow traction
That that in our wholeness prayerful
We close our eyes in a trance meditational
Our restful attention is peaked, poised & alert
Lower mind rested the darkness is our consort
We remain thus imbibing nuances of the void
Our heart ignited and as always overjoyed
No one remains within to choose exiting this meditation
For having melted in the void at Shivas own suggestion
He Himself alone may choose the moment of closure
The inky void His heart radiating love beyond measure
When finally our eyes open we remain yet in darkness
For what else remains having merged our consciousness
Yet if we become aware of the dimly lit room light
The tantra practice asks that next time we get it right
Are we yet a bliss mist
With no identity that resists
25-September-2020
What Is Love?
In my dramas it’s so sweet and always seems to have me on the edge of my seat but… that’s not quite what I see. I grew up in a shattered household. Parents separated before I could read. Hate so deeply seeded you wonder if you’re forced to choose sides in a war of despise. Forced to choose and mediate. The go between because they can’t seem to communicate. Given twisted visions of the love and forced to envision if this is just some. Hoping and dreaming to have love like you see on the screens, but forced back to reality by the arguments between. Parents who can’t get along long enough to be in the same room for moments in your life that feel like achievements to you. But what is love? I’d like to know the truth. Cause to a kid from a broken home, it feels there’s no use. Love feels like a means to an end. Something that’ll break as soon as it truly begins. I look around and see toxic behaviors and then… what happens to them all? They end up broken. Why would I put myself through that when I’ve seen it before? I know what’ll happen, I don’t need to settle a score. So what is love? I hear it’s supposed be this great thing. But from I’ve seen, it’s no call for celebration. It’s just a temptation. It will be over soon, there’s no hesitation. So is this love I’m feeling or just admiration? It’s so convoluted, I start to feel stupid. My feelings so lost from my broken delusion paired with disappointing illusions. So what is love? I need to find what the truth is.
Permaculture design
is also Self-Other-Earth regenerative development,
with both political and economic win/win cooperative intent.
We have every reason to co-mediate
AnthroMind/EarthBody 0/1 co-binary structure
for active compassion/pleasure
in each of our landscapes,
each of our healthy relationships,
each of our win/win resilient transactions
investing our mind/body values
for dynamic ego/eco-synergetic
ecstatic-trending resonant polyvagal outcomes
for each of our private moments,
each of our public days,
each of our interdependent vocations,
each of our spiritual/natural panentheistic lives,
each of Earth's nested neuro/bio/ecosystems.
If CompassionAsUsual polycultural health
v monocultural uncurious narcissistic pathology
is how we invest most days,
then perhaps PermaCulture Design and Development,
could become more of an interdependently weaving Sabbath,
with mutual health and gratitude intentions and practices,
liturgies and dances and mystical songs of fire and water,
nutrient streams and healthy flames
of trust and beauty.
Sabbath Culture usually evolves through silent graceful waters,
noticing and listening and absorbing colors of nurturing light
as deep ecologically empowering wealth,
but,
in vast transitional global moments,
Queen Sabbath of PolyCulturing Designs
may also emerge a revolution
of silent karma-regenerating fire,
heating trauma triggers
inspiring Bodhisattva co-invested therapeutic intentions,
spreading globally co-incidental flames
of polypathic AnthroSpirit/EarthNature transmutation
Health-reasoned seasons
of resonant life
with resiliently warm and inviting
mutually therapeutic win/win treasons
stepping together away
from Business As Usual
win/lose patriarchal
anthro-privileged
rabidly monopolistic monocultural monotheistic monotonous monochromatic
capital hoarding
win/lose dissociative games.
Love seems to take our meaning
To be a mere vision
A vision of madness
A moment of delirium
Experienced maybe,
After a fall in the pond of life's
Miseries!
Love remains obtuse to our cause
Caring not that the Gods have spoken
Wanting merely to see us love each other
Here, in this useless world
Before being allowed back there!
This cause I do consecrate
After all, it remains the essence of
My soulful awakening,
The main reason why I have come
To accept the way life runs here
In a seemingly nonsensical
World!
Why, for its cause,
I do accept to remain an indigent poet
One living in a garden of flowers
Being herself, the most delicate of them all,
The most fragrant,
The dreamiest,
The most eccentric,
The one to live with her head in the clouds
While she walks on the tortuous paths of life!
Pray, I wonder then, who is the most
Egregious of us both?
Is it me, with my mystical visions
Or is it he, with his negativity?
I hope the skies let go of their superiority
Over us both,
I hope they do mediate the situation
To suit their will!
Else,
Someday, when the heavens will appear
In front of us,
I shall have to refuse their comfort
As,
If we failed to prove to ourselves
That we can love each other
Here, in a fallen world,
Then,
We hold no future at all
In eternity!
Eight word challenge 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
Written on 25th August 2019
He was cursed outside the camp
and he is Gods flaming Lamp
his tears not have been forgotten
he is the only Son begotten
His thoughts are always prayer
that mankind learn to care
and in his Word we live
when we ourselves forgive
On a donkey did he ride
with the high priests did collide
Son of David appointed King
through whom Gods salvation bring
Voice he lifted in God's praise
to the God of ancient days
his linage is completely filled
with those whom law might have killed
Upon your laws did he meditate
and he for us does mediate
Sacred is the Holy One
that bonds of sin may be undone
The only man born pure of heart
for love of humans did heaven depart
Sacrificed life as Gods Firstborn Son
then born into a human one
Life sacrificed not one but two
to rejoin heaven and earth anew
to circumscribe universal law
for a higher purpose he foresaw
The Law is a teacher for our instruction
but cannot change unlawful destruction
with spirit of Love does Jesus empower
far above precept of law to tower
With perfect Love he chose disgrace
that those who sin might know Love's face
to heal our hearts and know God's mind
by chains of slavery be not defined
Unworthy we are that for us he died
and the effects upon all when Satan lied
purchased from law to give us freedom
and live in Love within his kingdom
sources 1John 2:2, 3:4, 4:10 Gal.3:13
Duet.21:22-23 Pr. 8:22-36 John 1:14-15
Heb.7:19 James 1:25 Col.1:14 3:13
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