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Evening
(Tense late calm)
Late vigilance, evening colors, everything quiet, dead, rigid,
Many of my memories disappeared, the day took them far away, they disappeared into grayness,
Now I'm standing here, looking at the landscape, Master is watching, he perceives my desire, my soul,
… I ponder, I stare at the seemingly dying distance…
He sees that I'm brooding and says, that's good, you're waking up now,
Let's go, you and I, and discover this being, the light in the darkness,
Come, hurry, a few hours and the morning will come, and by then everything may seem
... And the mystery, the metaphysical life, which is undying... will be undiscovered.
Light in the darkness? I wonder how, and how this is possible?
Perhaps rather the infinite nothingness in the darkness.
That's right, the answer came to my mind. Life is still bright,
… if it spreads in the endless and empty dark depths…
If Yang is tea,
Yin is water.
If Yang is a vulnerable yolk,
Yin is a polyculturing transparent embryo.
If Yang is a sage ego,
Yin is a musecological body.
If Yang is fire,
Yin is air.
If Yang says Goodbye or Hello,
Yin feels Aloha.
If Yang is a convex mountain,
Yin is a concave river valley.
If Yang is a community,
Yin is communication.
If Yang is a sacred community,
Yin is re-ligious communication.
If Yang is Earth,
Yin is our Solar System.
If Yang is our enlightening FatherSun,
Yin is our empowering EarthMother.
If Yang is monotheistically sacred,
Yin is panentheistically organic.
If Yang wakes polycultured
crown polypathic Me,
Yin urges multiculturally inter-religious
root systemic We.
If Yang is inter-religious metaphysics
Yin is polyculturing environmental physics.
If Yang is 1,
Yin is 0.
If Yang is penetrative male,
Yin is receptive wombanist.
If Yang explicates future win/lose fear,
Yin implicates angry lose/lose past
If Yang explicates win/lose patrimony,
Yin implicates win/win matrimony.
If Yang explicates
universal messianic salvation,
Yin implicates
unitarian bodhisattva co-redemption.
If Yang restores EarthJustice
Yin re-ligions GlobalPeace
If Yang is 1 HumanSpirit,
Yin is 0 DivineNature
If Yang is welcoming Mind,
Yin is well-being Body.
If Yang explains compassion,
Yin implies pleasure.
If Yang is wisdom-forming Tea,
Yin is musical flowing Water.
The Master of the weaklings, leader of all fallen people, do not leave me here.
Oh, my spiritual Master, the true embodiment of light, do not leave me here.
My dear friend, save me from the swamp of the Earth. Do not leave me here.
You helped me, you saved my life, you are my leader. Take me away from here
I want to follow you everywhere, across galaxy systems, take me away from here.
I want to learn from you. Teach me, everywhere in the time, take me away from here.
My Master, oh glorious prince of the Light, save me from this world, take me away from here.
I beg you, oh Master, to give me a new life, to be in your spirit, take me away from here.
I want to live forever, explore the galaxies, work with you, participate in new civilizations.
My glorious Master!
I love you!
Take me away from here!
“The Verdant Oath of Gaia”
(An Epic for Environment Day – June 5)
I. Invocation of the Living Earth
O breath of Earth, in twilight’s greenest vow,
Thou pulse beneath the mountains’ argent brow,
Awake thy voice, O Gaia, long betrayed,
To stir the winds and waters once obeyed.
Let forests speak in tones of moss and flame,
And rivers chant the loss we dare not name.
Upon this June, the fifth of sacred keep,
We cry to stars where angels also weep—
What time remains to mend what we have torn,
And bless again the world we daily mourn?
II. The Birth of Elements
Before man’s fire, the sun first learned to burn,
The oceans rolled, in silence did they turn.
The first tree bent to wind, its prayer was pure,
Its roots in stars, its branches ever sure.
The beasts were born from breath of sky and sea,
Each form a hymn of vibrant deity.
And lo! When humankind did rise from clay,
The Earth still sang—yet knew not they’d betray.
We named the world our own with iron breath,
And sowed the seed of time’s decaying death.
III. Metaphysics of the Garden
What is the soul of air, if not the mind
Of wind that moves through leaf and humankind?
And what is fire, but reason’s burning wheel,
That warms or scars, depending how we feel?
The earth is not mere dirt beneath our feet,
But flesh of God, through which our spirits meet.
The tree is thought. The river—memory's tide.
The sky, a scroll where ancient runes abide.
So too, each leaf contains a ghostly cry,
Each bird’s descent recalls a saint’s goodbye.
IV. Dialogue with the Cosmos
O mighty stars! You bore us out of flame,
Yet gaze now cold on Earth without a name.
Did we not swear—when light first struck our eyes—
To guard the spring, the oceans, and the skies?
Yet oil and greed have veiled the world in smoke,
And thunder speaks where prophets never spoke.
Now glaciers bleed and coral tombs arise,
The sun protests with scorching, truthless skies.
Must Eden fall to numbers, charts, and steel—
While spirits die in silence none can feel?
V. Prophecy of Renewal
But lo! There walks a child with seeds in hand,
Her song rebirths the forests of the land.
She speaks not loud, but every living thing
Responds in kind—a whisper turned to wing.
This here is the thing. It is indicated
By a signal coming from a source,
Questioned by a desire for validity,
Soaking in a pool of vapour.
Language gives a structure
To imaginary fabrication
Whose existence is assumed
Quite without substantiation
Concrete metaphors convince
Whomsoever desires conviction;
These are entities vibrating
Autogenic deification.
Vine leaves winding round the clock hands
Are interpretations of time’s change
Like the lengthening shadows
Engaging the heat of the day
But once the night stars
Withdraw their spark into themselves
It is all over
Bar the wailing.
Metaphysics is - a division of philosophy that is concerned with
the fundamental nature of reality and being.
It includes ontology, cosmology, and often epistemology.
THE METAPHYSICS OF MY MUSE
While my muse dances a minuet,
She sings of doctors in trip-o-let
Her metaphysicians dress in white,
a bit off-key but the rhythm’s right.
Is ontology the medical term
for that doctor who treat cancers?
fundamental, they find answers.
Is cosmology those whose focus
is working face, skin and hair beauty?
fixing nature’s flaws, their duty.
Is epistemology that surgical
procedure, an easy cut
for big baby’s head and butt.
Physicians, practicians my muse’s need
for good health and beauty indeed.
Metaphysicians cannot compare
when the body is her major care.
METAPHYSICS EXPLAINED
Let’s be sure we have minds all set;
I got all this off the Internet
Metaphysicians don’t dress in white
Hope I got the meanings right?
Ontology - how metaphysicians
explain the univeral categories
and relationships between entitites.
Cosmology – a metaphysical
study of the origin, creation and growth
of the universe, but NOT how we knoweth..
Epistemology – metaphysics
theory of knowledge, think it through
how we come to learn what is true
Metaphysician, philosopher
The mind is that which they prefer
to explain the universe and being
admittedly with some disagreeing.
Author’s Notes: With my apology to oncology, cosmetology, and episotomy.
March 16, 2020
Is Satan evil?
People say that Satan is an evil creation, because he was gone from the army of God.
Yes, it’s true, but he is not an evil being.
He just lives and works differently.
Yeah, he doesn’t want to go to heaven.
Yes, this is the truth, he needs existence.
Satan not running to heaven, because of the world
The entire universe is a barren wasteland, still, nothing else
The galaxy is an emptiness, there is no life, nothing, bleakness.
Satan watches the empty lands, there is no life, seeds fly.
Where was life millions of years ago? There is no creation
Our universe is empty, all the planet is a virgin land of paradise.
Yeah, there needs to be life. Where can I go? Into heaven? Or to a new planet?
I am following the ghost, the great demon, and we will create a new world.
Somewhere else in the universe
There will be lives for us.
Demons
Did you flirt with Kant, perhaps Aristotle? While you scrutinized Metaphysics, Scholasticism, Augustinianism? Did you look into the constellation of Taurus as you studiously calculated a parallel universe? Did you walk in the theory of grace, to set the pace of ethical well being? Individualism of a laissez faire practice?
Were you an enlightenment thinker with a top hat, carrying a cane, while we drank our Apostelwein 1727 from the famous 12 Apostles cellar in Bremen? Did you teach or ask the questions? Did the students learn from you, did you learn from your students?
Perhaps that winding road of life encompasses a trail of awareness, while we search for the answers to the unknown. Circling back to God, asking him to lead the way on a dark winters day.
A severed umbilical cord is
just the beginning of life,
but the heart binds unhindered
no matter what!
have you seen a mother’s tears
when her child is in harm,
or a bison advance on a wolf pack,
to save its calf?
we feel the pain of distant love,
sometimes the tremors of their longing,
sometimes a cloud of a passing worry,
a missed beat, of an event unseen!
life cannot always be explained
with values of science, nor attractions
through laws of gravity,
a mirror reflects your image,
but does not replicate your personality,
in that simple truth you realise,
the limitations of physics, and the
power of creation beyond the reaches of science.
world we live in - is physical, our bodies are physical,
but projected thoughts and feelings are ethereal,
cannot be computed by any known apparatus.
you know my love, by the sense of your feelings,
I know you, by the sincerity of your thoughts,
when we cease to be, tears still roll down,
from unseen memories,
I shall always remember you,
and love you, for what you represent,
the values we adore, and that bond,
that no nuclear reactor can ever gauge!
So when I say, I love you,
believe me, I do! and I bring no
flowers or cards to say so!
Premium contest 3 winner
Written 11/11/2023
The Metaphysics of Human Connection and Existence ' poetry contest
Jaymee Thomas sponsored
The Beach Hut
In states of all ends of the spectrum
desperation of some time in times of
glorious exhilaration fire works elation
in times of simply being a being just
the same in kitchen bed in thoughts
in garden with gloom and darkness on
strands of fortunate rainbows and
prism-ed moons of reality we kindle
light and sound and touch and all I longed
for then and there and wish right now
is that little shack by the ocean by the
roaring soaring sea gulls scent of kelp
and driftwood puffins octopussy's ink
that crafted shaggy roof abode and
beach hut to knit our dreams together
furthermore to stars and way beyond
in soothing crested echoes of the wild
blue waters violet weavers of dreams
Sunny skies and summer breezes
gently sweeping yellow sand and
mud and sea shells talking dolphins
soft caresses on my lips my shoulder
my mind and soul and whatever else
comes becomes and goes to matter most
Inside out we know each other
left and right and top and bottom
and centre focus steam and where
misty motion resides with ease
stillness esteems thunder comforts
from the joy of love compassion's souls
kindness our souls are meeting mating
fast and slow and faster slower then and when
the moon sets settles sings and whistles
in darkness and the brightest light
All I wish in fiery longing in delight
and in despair against my reason’ skill
is to be filled and fill you ever more
with such true love wild and still in
mental passion and the magnum
metaphysics' opus rhapsody 'oceani'
of reality a beach hut wished for
just a simple beach hut and love
one thousand kisses deep and more
your love in me and I with you