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Every newly innocent day
after complexly creolizing night dreams
I hear and smell and taste and see and feel
some thing
some co-related becoming
that more and less
kills me
with delight and terror,
that leaves and comes over me,
another weedy needle
in Earth's haystack
celebrating integrity's light.
This is what I am born and unborn for--
to taste and see
to ecologically speak and theologically listen,
to lose my fragmented ego
inside this just-right healthy spirited world--
to instruct our virally competing RightWing dominance
over and over
in co-acclimating joy
and Left-wealth of Right-health acclamation.
Nor am I thinking and feeling
about the ecstatic exceptional,
the terrifying LoseLose fearful,
the madly dreadful,
the lavishly extravagant
loves and hates--
but of the everyday.
The green commons,
the ordinary grey-scaled drab,
the daily ego-withering practiced presentations
competition principles
WinLose evolutionary policies
LoseLose devolutionary powers.
Good bilateral intelligence
of deductive thought
with inductive feelings,
EcoSoul reminds EgoSelf,
How can we help each Other
by healthing our Selves?
Egos grow wise
with such WinWin teachings
as both these and not not those--
The untrimmable in-between Left with Right bright
of Earth's co-acclimating enlightenment,
Ocean's fertile shine,
Prayers nutritionally offered
out of strong-rooting common grass...
Discombobulation thunderously
torments, triumphs, tumults
courtesy deafening,
earsplitting, fracturing...
(think emotional bomb cyclone),
whereby unbearable mental anguish
rents psyche asunder
into bajillion pieces
singular recourse necessitates
invoking cerebral powers
to engender feeling
comfortably numb skull,
hence tried and true value accorded
transcendental meditation practice
offering absolutely zero choice
incumbent upon yours truly
to remedy cerebral chaos,
an unpleasant quotidian experience,
whenever yours truly
exits deep sleep
more potent and holistic solution
versus following pharmacological medications:
GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2MG
CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50MG
RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG
FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG
PRAZOSIN HCL CAP1MG
BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG
PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG
CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG
AMITIZA 24 MCG
(prescription laxative as needed)
the former closed eye process
to instill peace of mind,
plus elevating cosmic consciousness
allowing, enabling and providing
pronouncedly heightened awareness
acutely poignant insight
permeating throughout this body electric
calming, fanning, jumpstarting
vitally important discipline
in order for lifetime anxiety riddled
disabling affliction upends
potential to satiate existence
(oft times state of severe panic -
triggering chronic sweaty palms
extremely bothersome
physiological manifestation
induces suicidal ideation
i.e. opened arms death welcomed),
which onset regarding
ordinary agitated state
inchoate congenital malady
probably coalesced in utero
extremely intolerable,
especially incorporating socialization,
cuz no contra dance partner
(cue Irish jig and reel
musicians playing lively tunes)
favors grasping hand
analogous to wet dishrag.
Imagine you being free....
Free from your thoughts, just free...
Free from greed, desparity.....
Free from wanting expertise
Free from anger, free from hurt.
In total control of your own mind.
One breathe, one step at a time.
Imagine living in bliss even in chaotic surroundings.
While the world is bitter your feeling astounding.
With an Aura that shines so bright.
The touch of your hand, the greet in your smile,
let others feel your light.
This greatness is possible, even though it is hard to believe.
The key is being present and learning how to breathe.
It's seeing things for the first time by learning to be aware.
It knowing your important, show yourself you're there.
Be mindful of the heart you have.
It does so much more than beat.
It's authentic and only yours.
Know that you truly are unique.
Life's beautiful when you open your eyes to this new view
You would be amazed at what mindfulness can do for you.
March's dreariness looms
when no pigeon coons,
it grieves at spring's doorsteps
not willing to pass the baton,
resisting to give in until its frown
vanishes into the brightness of sun rays!
March is wilder than storms,
it can retain its brutality,
even being mean to Nature
which knows how badly it behaves,
letting lose its frightening madness
that viciously destroys wilderness;
how vile is it to withdraw from mindfulness,
continuing the brief journey
into time swifter than a hunted creature!
March has no time for debates,
it wrecks everything in its path...
scattering branches on faded meadows
that await stillness, not chaos;
when icy winds blow hard, it's a threat:
stay inside, grab a pen and write poems!
March is fierce and increases fears,
its awareness of limitations is indisputable;
it chooses viciousness and pretends to be invincible;
March snatches your umbrellas, chuckles, and sneers!
March's dreariness looms for very long,
it can be broken with a cheerful song!
On certain days, I’m moved only by a tailwind,
The breathing of the sky, the cadence of my heart.
On special days, I know only the imagined,
The sanguine waltz cascading from the start.
Some days, I just inhale the spice of powder earth,
The emanations of every life force I behold.
I dwell in iterations, the treasures of life I unearth,
Each moment is serendipitous, so wondrous, and bold.
On given days, I inhabit my core quiet, my still pond,
In touch with my tranquil repose, my smooth slumber.
I center in my soothing moment, never looking beyond,
I may be circumspect in my introspection, but never somber.
On different days, I drift on tidal dreams of many moons,
The wash of whispering oceans, and undiscovered seas.
I breathe in the briny fever of green, my private lagoons.
I savor the firmament, all the pleasures felt with ease.
On other days, I carry the chorus of every endearing flame,
Every deep carnal craving recalled, renewed, and revived,
I regret all the lost loves for which I am solely to blame.
Repairing my past, I long to heal all those I have deprived.
On certain days, I’m moved only by a tailwind,
I touch my reset button to live all my life in the imagined.
Diversity explores
both resonant and opposing positions
with nearly predative anticipation
And such perversely curious
reverse revisioning diversity deplores
with monoculturing anxiety
quietly crossed
and boldly violated boundaries
of personal
and familial
and municipal
and EarthTribal
indigenous integrity
Sacred space expands
mindfully perceived
this Business As Traumatically Usual place
too lose/lose dark
and too win/win blind
to keep faith with dimming starlight
Celestial Glitter Rivered Ways
majestic
yet ominously silent
shunned Spirits
of ancient silvered sentient bright
Yet momentary mortal time
feels reflective light received
sufficiently reassuring
mythically alluring
for transient transportive pleasure
tenderly insufficient
for full-ripened organic measure
depleting dissonant self-disenfranchising
failure to complete
integrity's potential Paradise.
I gobble up books of holiness
Hoping to find the clues to demystify this illusory mess
I do believe in my faith, to it I do swear abidance
I do believe in unity, in the fact that all holy doors lead to the same place
But I cannot help getting more and more puzzled about our world
Yes, the more I indulge in it, the more I find it as being so absurd
It seems not to care about our being
It seems to only wish to keep on revolving
See the dead bodies being buried in submissive grief
A sight it is, which does feel as cold as an autumnal shedding leaf
Time, in such a case, much needed and heeded
Is all that is left to hope to being healed
Autumn does give way to Winter
Winter does promise us all, the joys of Spring, the warmth of Summer
Similarly, our scars shall heal
Life, this world, of such, does readily will
But then, I like not life here
Amidst a sea of confusion does it steer
Confusion and un-mindfulness
See, it is bent on being even when it has struck us with distress
Such was how I felt
When I paused and wondered about those vines
Those vines growing on those headstones,
Those vines caring not about that which I lost
Everything has to come and go
I shall someday no more have a shadow
But life shall go on
Yes, on my headstone, life shall go on
On my headstone, life shall say in an uncaring voice
What's gone is meant to be forgotten
Look not at what lay behind
Rather, focus on what lies ahead!
25th September 2016
Contest: Overgrown with Vines
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Be present, and of things around you,
try to be aware.
Embrace the life you see around you.
God is everywhere.
See His hand in nature: in the
dawn and twilight skies;
the mountains, valleys, trees and seas,
and in your child's eyes.
Be mindful of all humankind
no matter where you are.
Be kind to all, for in God's eyes,
each child is His own star.
Judge not, and be forgiving,
but if you chance to see
wrongdoing, you should stand up for
those facing jeopardy.
Be mindful, ever mindful,
and if you follow this -
more blessed will be your time on earth;
more taste you'll have of bliss.
For Unseeking Seeker's Mindfulness Poetry Contest
For Brian Strand's All Yours (Jun 22) Poetry Contest
regrouping
i take a deep breath
like nothing else matters
owning the moment
basking in its magnificence
relishing in the focus
the intensity of being present
the pulsating rhythm of consciousness
and synchronized openness
making peace with time
letting go of the past
of what’s ahead of what’s next
experiencing life in segments
having sublimely discovered
the secret to stretching time
measuring life in instants
and gaining a feeling of…
if not control at least harmony
as it becomes a way of life
showing me what’s most rewarding
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 3, 2019 for contest HONORABLE MENTIONS WORTH MENTIONING sponsored by RICHARD LAMOUREUX... For a workaholic with constant time constraints, it is a big step to finally find the power within to slow life down. - RANKED 4TH
Originally submitted on February 8, 2019 for contest MINDFULNESS sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE - HONORABLE MENTION
A prince born in the cradle of royal opulence
in the picturesque vale of the Nepal Himalaya,
Siddhartha Gautama renounced worldly life,
turned a mendicant, embarked on spiritual quest.
Striving to escape the mist of mundane illusions
in the mortal life of overwhelming ignorance,
mind intensely controlled meditated beneath Bodhi tree,
until awake enlightened to become the Buddha.
The tanets of his teaching seeded in the Gangetic plains
flourished as a new spiritual concept of awakening,
spread beyond the shores of ancient India
to emerge as a world religion, the Buddhism.
Distressed mind withdrawn from the sense-responses,
stilled in the quietude of mindfulness,
finds the beam of divine light at the end of dark tunnel,
the righteous life gets the insight of wisdom.
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
leading to karmic cycle of dying and being born.
The Buddha, my favorite spiritual legend, showed the way
of liberating the soul to attain the essence of nirvana.
Written : March 11, 2020
Contest : Completely Your Choice (7)
Sponsor : Brian Strand