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Sherri Mitchell invites us all
to gather more cooperatively in our search to avoid
once again in this Fifth Extinction MultiGeneration,
the entitled
privileged
win/lose colonizing
leftbrain dominant potential patriarchal terrorist
lurking within
our climate darkening ego identity.
How do I sabotage my more benignly intending self
repeatedly into predative win/lose games-manship?
How do I hate my lose/lose mortal degenerating nature/spirit Body,
And reject my own physical/mental
ego-natural/eco-spiritual
fragment/interdependent
universal/unitarian bicameral individuation?
A lifetime process of co-acclimation within EarthTribe
secular metamorphic transmutation
of sacred transubstantiating spirits
of win/win
left/right
dipolar co-arising
inform/exflow binomial correlation;
creative appositions
We all,
Mitchell responds to her own question
strangely
prophetically before she asks it,
following an Industrial leftbrain-dominant Revolution
leading away from rightbrain win/win
more organically compassionate moments,
In which we, more domestically together,
possess harmonic left/right States
of cooperative understanding
climate YangLight
and YinDarkness
infant/womb nondual potential fecundity
ego/eco-co-acclimating inside/outside attachment
primal connectivity
ego-interdependent win/wins overpowering win/lose detachments,
from our co-creative
re-creating win/win cooperative health development
caregiving/receiving communal green ego/ecological abilities.
Our metaphysical question,
Why me; Everything ZeroSum,
and not just nihilistic Zero-NothingCore?
Is not just why growing healthy consumers
developed robust competitive EarthMarkets,
but also how we co-productively show up
most powerfully to meet this depleting nutritional time
in which we lose to climate monoculturalism
We are most egotistically invested in
when not interdependently win/win
bicamerally conscious internal DNA multi-regenerational cultures
resisting win/lose predative climate-death trends.
How do we invite cooperative dialogue
rather than trigger competitive debate,
mere empty theoretical words?
Devoid of heartfelt rightbrain compelling experience
deeply learning through our win/win mutually co-invested actions
not of win/lose leftbrain entitlement
but of win/win interdependent engagement.
O, elusive muse, mysterious and profound bruise,
you bewitch my soul, never to be found in the way of former use.
In your absence, I am left with bittersweet
caramello pain,
forever longing for your ephemeral archery reigns,
to stick your finger in and frost your tips, lips, hips.
With every plié, a heart skips a beat,
as feelings pirouette upon your rage
and bloodlust and cage.
Each soft tendu, a love story paged,
imbued with passion's fire, never to age.
But doth wrinkle rings around my heart like a chain,
loosely at first.
Then comes your tools of torture,
your sandblaster-twirls deoxyribonucleiy
amidst a dreamscape host given wage,
unfurls, serpentor,
hyour body, an instrument
for efficacies' grand gauge.
Through leaps and bounds, love's whispers
take shape, like an hourglass shaken
to be thrown to the Leviathan sea.
Given over to the carcinogenie of winds,
carrying own lamp of photosins seeding plans.
Your occulant lids, occupancy Inn
unfolding a tale stolen from Wonderland
with narrator mouth agape.
Like a hellmouth opened revealing iron rows
of oscillator teeth, of to then throe.
I know there is no escape, but surrenders
oasiatic retreat of blue snows.
From your sire nyour cover of cape.
Spellbinding me to the elements
like salt in the wound to taste and one to grow.
O, ballerina of love, your steps mesmerize,
evoking metamorphic fertiles,
lilypad touchstone monads of diodes and control pads and padded rooms of the matrixed "mad",
making us crystals of your rites,
constellate consulates of your Medusaic petrify,
metamorphed from pieces of coal-
fitted for pressure, heat of becoming
from your diamond bit drill.
But beneath the surface of t h i s-
frozen-heartless veneer,
y o u r c a r o m i n g d a r k n e s s
come to take me away-
lies a fire, a longing, a blaze yet unquenched
Ignited by the spark of hope,
a steal cable between your wench
the yearning for warmth
worked by passion match.
There eyes an unaided flicker,
Me, the Wicker-man
struggling against your vice grip,
your tangle of betrathed lisp.
I am tied by your poetry,
your visa drip, feminine W I C C A - Beltane slip
of slip.
A bridge too far,
of golden vistas burning,
now, there is no return.
For me, only to find your drowning sea or burn.
The embodiment of her Avatar was a distinct manifestation,
it seemed her incarnation was a marvelous creation.
She became an infinite savior full of metamorphic personification,
and began the most intimate challenging transformation.
It was the day of her funeral when her soul began to leap
out of her body; she was in a trance like in her sleep.
Her appearance was nothing short of a diety full of light,
to all the other Avatars she was the most beautiful sight.
All the wrongs on earth she seemed to make right,
she was finally filled with courage, strength and might.
No longer would she be filled with heartbreak or pain,
now only joy and happiness shall always remain.
Her skin was all shades of the rainbow like a kaleidoscope,
filled with passion for the afterlife, mercy and hope.
She had this strange ability to learn how to cope,
and saw the world through a tiny loving microscope.
She thought it was heaven, but it was not after all,
it was actually a new utopian world, then she heard a call.
It was her time to teach the others about how to survive,
so a lesson plan on this new world she began to contrive.
She now understood all the reasons she was again alive,
it was to educate with passion, for her time did arrive.
All the other Avatars listened with excitement and zeal,
this was the time to make this strange reality real.
She craved information to expel to all who needed,
as the other living Avatars begged and pleaded.
As they entered this utopia she floated there and greeted,
and raised up all the ones who were tormented and defeated.
For she was the ultimate savior, the one who saved this world,
as the darkness faded and the hate began to unfurl.
Now she lives in peace and releases ease to the collection,
raising up in light from this magnificent resurrection.
With all of her companions she made a connection,
saving all those who needed a path towards correction.
She was beauty and compassion infinitely combined,
she was the savior of Avatars… body, soul and mind.
AVATAR CONTEST
Line Gauthier
December 9, 2017
If a maturely individuated ego...
Honey, you just left out most of us.
Could you work on being more inclusive?
is organically
holistically SelfAware,
co-redefining as
Not some Other conscious egocentered person,
Some Other living sensate creature
composed of interdependent
organic health-maintenance and development functions,
Including reproductive capacity,
regenerative fertile potential
inherited
for repurposing
recycling into Earth's polyglot future,
And, if Earth
is also an organically living
global ecosystemic Habitat
revolving and recycling
within universal light and dark energy fields,
Expanding complex positive energy systems
and chaotic negative entropic potentials
Not ZeroSum
and, more positively, Win/Win co-gravitating
ionically re-ligioning systems
re-connecting
re-weaving
Re-emerging from interdependently dancing Black Holes,
dark spiritual energy chakras
for transport
and Whole Open Systemic ReDevelopment Processes,
Admittedly, a grandly dark-staged IF,
yet,
if interdependently holistic ego systems
interact within a universal win/win energy environment
of unitarian meta-energy balancing light/dark
health/pathology systems,
Then where could GodSun
and EarthGoddess starlight
have SuperEgo bilaterally emerged from?
SuperOther than our original
multicultural
prime ZeroSum double-binary
co-empathic relationship
Fertile light Mother
and darkly embryonic sacred Child
co-empathically polypathic
Polymathic
Polyphonic
Poly-metamorphic
Polyphoric
Polyvagal energy
positive enriching light
inviting self-conscious individuating rebirth
Of deep
dark
wounded postpartum
unwinding win/lose
empowering/disempowering
wombs
with BlackHole commencements
As YangBright truths and trust
greet YinDark sacred beauty,
As regenerative democratic life
predicts and evicts
degenerative unrevolving death
of continuously monoculturing
patriarch-privileged egos
Marching in predative capital-infested squares,
rather than dancing
in BlackLife Matter
holistic energy chakras,
bright and beautiful.
Miracles of GrandMother WinWin Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed's less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless moment,
before her WinWin becoming,
these each appear to decompose LoseLose into each other,
yet fertilely so,
beginning GrandMother Tree's long waging of peace-filling rings,
recycling time's historic four fractal-dialectic seasons
of regenerativity.
Once begun LoseLose zero-sum balancing,
GrandMother revolves through days and nights
emerging relentless WinWin creolizing root systems
of zero-sum regenerativity.
For each new ring another year of cooperative becoming.
Mostly cooperative,
and only minorly competitive,
or becoming decays to no longer being,
yet even this continuous transition
is not equivalent to springing back to prior springs.
She cannot go home again
because she carries her original home
within her still small skeletal seed regenerating within,
speaking of past purgations and migrations
yet all while extending further rooting down
ever richer deeper cooperative
health-seeking WinWin system sensors.
And so, at last,
GrandMother Tree begins to fade from Yangish life
toward Yin-emptying death.
Whether fast, through uprooting hurricane,
or slow, through slowing drying aging defense/offense loss of balance,
her woody organs disintegrate
creating creole compost perfect for her seeds
and, even more richly,
for seeds of her adult children,
now become intrinsic to
her densely rich WinWin forested environment.
Her forest floor
each spring
producing LoseLose metamorphic creolizations
of seeds and composts
remembering each WinWin peace-filling other
GrandMother Tree winds and voices reweaving nutrients of time
as regenerative ecopolitical space
still system rooting for waging peace,
ever more cooperative.
Waging LoseLose war
prefers competitive discontinous imbalance,
as waging WinWin peace requires root systems
of cooperative continuous balance.
The static idea
of an unchanging personal Holy Spirit/Nature,
yet transcendent God,
works more effectively in my RealTime
and RealTalk
and Real EarthHealth,
as an integrity-unchanging god constant
about healthy evolutionary,
even peacefully revolutionary,
creatively incessant HolySpirit/Nature
for health-redemptive change.
The theological idea of equal dignity
in God's eyes
and ears
and taste
and love
and passion,
and, for some, even god's death
and ultimate trans-regeneration
into GreenGaia-Spirit of active WinWin post-millennial Hope,
ignores our ProGenitors' co-equal post-death still-evolving integrity
of becoming one regenerating creolizing metamorphic communion,
one Holonic Green ecosystemic DNA-spirit/RNA-nature recombinant womb,
nondually married,
multi-generationally dipolar,
mutually enthymematic nutrition-communicators,
fractally holonic,
committed to god's evolving preferential option
for those WinWin integrity poor
in WinLose nihilistic
dualistic
commodified capitalistic suboptimization
of diverse mental-capital health-options,
interdependent ZeroZone spirited networks,
integral 0-soul eco-metric core natures.
Consumer/Producer consciousness of a co-operating communal god-story
works most effectively for WinWin RealTime,
and not apocalyptic LoseLose UnReal ScreenTalk night time,
and really Rapturous Earth Health/Wealth
as a god-cooperative omnipresently internally/externally evolving,
resiliently restorative ecojustice revolving,
ZeroZone not not all-consuming ego-transubstantiating individuation
through a communal Whole OpenSystem identification process
discerning healthy-wealthy Earth optimizing change,
healthy WinWin ego/eco-opportunities
and pathological WinLose fragmenting ungodly risks.
An unchanging God
for eco-passionately empowering Gaian health-transformation,
Changing WinWin bilateral/bicameral nutrition investments
of Left thought,
Right feeling,
smell,
taste,
hearing 2020 revolutionary re-visioning
classically robust
health-wealthy polypathic
ego/eco-binary change.
They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.
The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and Obedience), 3 Feet in a Yard, 3 Books in Lord of the Rings, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Ships of Christopher Columbus, 3 Wheeled Tricycle, 3 Legged Race, 3 Ring Circus, 3 Strikes and You're Out, 3 Is A Crowd, 3 Mile Island, 3 Trimesters in a Pregnancy, 3 Flavors in Neapolitan Ice Cream, 3 To Get Ready (and four to go), 3 Parts To An Atom: protons, neutrons, and electrons, 3 Caloric Sources: Fats, Carbohydrates, Proteins, 3 Primary hues red, green, and blue, 3 Parts to the Personality: Id. Ego, super-ego, 3 Earth Divisions: Core, Mantle, Crust, 3 Rock Formations: Igneous- Metamorphic- Sedimentary, 3 Times A Lady, 3 Minute Egg, 3 Point Basket, 3 Holes in a Bowling Ball, 3 Colors in a Traffic light, 3 Minutes in a Boxing Round, 3 Teaspoons in a Tablespoon--The Truth, The Whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth--Of the People, By the People, For the People--Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness--Hear no Evil, See no Evil, Speak no Evil--Paper, Rock, Scissors--The Good, the Bad and the Ugly--Small, Medium and Large--Ready, Aim, Fire--On Your Mark, Get Set, Go--Stop, Look and Listen--3 Little Pigs, The 3 Bears, 3 Course Meals, Appetizer, Main Course, Dessert--3 Blind Mice, 3 clover leaves, Beginning, Middle and Ending, Tripod, Troubles Comes In 3, Trident, Bermuda Triangle, Triplets, Trios--Stop, Drop and Roll--Veni, vidi, vici "I came, I saw, I conquered"-- The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present, and The Ghost of Christmas Future--Insult, Injustice, and Exploitation--segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever--blood, sweat, and tear--In a Will, I Give, Devise and Bequeath--Leave them laughing, and them hoping, and them wanting for more--Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None,
..."So, I will conclude, for I've lost you since from the third word in."
Date 09/08/2019
If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates our posterity’s opportunities,
As if they were written in sand?
If not being able to read was a choice,
Then why do you go to the PlayStation in a rush
while your library card collects dust?
Even a Ward educates themselves,
Even the eunuch Greyjoy developed the courage to stand against evil.
In the midst of upheaval, one mustn’t look through a straw while planning the future.
The sagacious knows fighting must be eschewed when only death is in thy terms.
Allah heard their suffering, but sometimes the way out is through.
They didn’t endure out of docility or obsequiousness,
But out of discernment and sagacity.
The desolate doesn’t become prosperous by exclaiming tumultuous absurdities,
But by embodying opulent minds.
Go back to the mother, which is the way, and endure the storm,
While being metamorphic in form.
You see, my Kings and Queens,
The only choice they made was to give their posterity a fighting chance,
To gather strength while the usurpers wane and start to underestimate.
We must pick up the quill and write our own fates,
No more brooding or carping about what Donny Thrump is doing.
One man’s decisions determine another man’s life,
As much as a drought challenges the land.
Yet, life, like the Way, will always find a path to flourish,
Forevermore permeating even the harshest conditions.
We must stop talking about what great leaders and men should be,
And become Great Men and Assiduous Leaders.
We were the first great civilization and shall act as such.
Lead with grace,
Strike with prudence,
Read great books that enrich the mind,
Treat each other with unyielding reverence,
Because we each carry a piece of the divine.
I am that I am, and I am my brother's keeper.
It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.
Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;
Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear...
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward appositional Eco-Love prehension;
echoing across echo-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe's Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain
Longing reconnected within universal agency,
being primally related through
RNA's coincidental Hollow Womb Presence,
Earth's self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched EarthMother's space.
Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined
to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,
draining past generations
into future's new-born hope,
to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth's warm-wombed community;
reconnecting humane nature's transactional economics
with sacred nature's transcendent ecologics--
Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biological forms of regenetic polyculture.
We're much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved CoElational together.
It was dawn, I woke up
Looked at the east sky
A huge Orange like sun there
Serenity everywhere
Nature was calling me
Perhaps to sleep on her lap
I tiptoed to my lawn
Sat on my easy-chair
Tea cup in my hand
Curly steams were raising up
A reflection of my face in hot tea
Reflected on the interface of my heart.
I looked at the trees
To my astonishment I saw
Greenery flowering down their eyes
They asked me
How are you ?
Birds Chirped up-
Good mornings, very good morning!
Squirrels greeted me
Invited me to watch them hiding nuts in grass
Deep love dazzling in their face.
Bright hues of marigold flowers
Their magical petals, supernatural attractions
Sew seeds of poetry
In the land of my imagination.
I pondered-they’ve not my own beings
Nor my descendants
But for them what would be my life
I might go-through worries.
Rooms of my old house
Came in a row, saluted me
Asked me to take care of my health
Doors, windows and dusts of room
Were so worried about me
I realized, I was socked.
Today I felt, they are my life supports!
I looked into me
I heard them praying for me
The poetry of earth was heat toughing
The blue sky opened its vast chest
I tried to open my heart, but couldn’t,
I painted the shade of my life
Almost blank!
On the black road
Know-unknown people walk
Their smiles blossom in me as un-withered flowers
Their sorrows pierce into my heart as poisonous thorn.
Suddenly a kid of two-three years
Came tottering by
Sat on my lap, touched my lips gently
Within a nano-second I deformed into a Kid
My heart is light now
What a metamorphic change!