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OUR LOVE
I'm madly in love with my beautiful wife
And I'm not afraid to admit it
You'd think after twelve years of married life
It would cool off just a wee bit
But our love affair is as strong as ever
In fact much stronger, I would say
We confess our deepest thoughts of love
To each other every new day
Sometimes, two people are just destined to be
Together with each other forever
No one has been able to explain the reason
It's a mutual admiration endeavor
If I knew of some kind of special formula
I wouldn't keep it a deep, dark secret
I'd surely share it with the rest of you lovers
But I don't have the answer, so be it
I'm madly in love with my beautiful wife
And I'm not ashamed to admit it
Dear Mother Earth
I apologize
For all my poor judgement
And indifferent acts
Against the will of your perfection
Though my path is the road to renewal
It is not enough to warrant your forgiveness
All of us need be together
In the acts of life
To relate on the elements of importance
To our mutual and beneficial existence
However
Our nation has separated its heart
Our families have almost disappeared
Our lifestyles have left simplicity
to become ingenuous
We instead seek power, money and self-indulgence
for our instant gratification
and the almighty dollar
inconsequential to the lives around us
Our failure of caring and equality of life
Now takes its toll
And now you lay us low
With the smallest creature that slays us
A creature that is the uncaring sinister soul of survival
It will take us, our loved ones
away from the madness and mistakes of the past
Forcing us to bond to each others potential
To work together to save ourselves
And those we love
Please open your loving arms
Be gentle and merciful with your anger and wrath
Your vengeance is ambivalent and blind
It serves the good of all
As you take the weakest of us
To make us strong
That is the new Corona
The circle of light
The one that glows in its aura of hope
That keeps us in the warmth of love and faith
Together
March 13, 2020
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Even if we were to win
these hunting
and killing
and fishing
and devouring
and gathering
and hoarding
and victimizing
and offending
and criminalizing
and punishing
holy wars
and zealot causes,
We would lose
our vocation
to mentor and facilitate restoration,
ego and ecotherapy reforestation,
healing,
health,
measured in polycultural health outcomes
by all democratically respected
and trusted to remain interdependent
species.
Extended even to the vipers
and poisonous spiders and ivy
and choking evangelical fake-Christians
and jihad self-terrorizing fake-Moslems,
and fear and hate-mongerers of all bad faiths,
even those Pharisees and Sadducees
rich and powerful capital hoarding
already too aristocratic
for their own healthy extended family care-giving
and receiving love
and cooperatively owned and managed grace
and positive synergy and karma.
Deniers of NatureMystic Messiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceCircle Witnesses
are rabid wolves.
Those who choose
to Lose
at shallow capitalism
to Lose
at deep ego-ecological wisdom
are fake-redeemer sheep,
with retributive justice discipleship ways,
concerns,
Hellfire issues,
and over-invested in Win-Lose means
to successfully deny
their intrinsic bad faith in the reverse of evolution.
Those who defer to WinWin evolution
toward
mutual good faith polycultural expectations,
Those who defer to Win-Lose
anger and fear management
through self-perpetuating postponement
of Win-Win commitment.
Those yet to eventually succumb
to denying Lose egocentric body,
then Lose anthro-centric mind,
then Lose ecological multigenerational
DNA-enscribed cooperatively organized Soul,
organic meaning,
synergetic purpose,
sacred vocation,
regeneration,
restoring sacred ecological climates,
Lose reforesting evolutionary Win-Win history,
reweaving spiraling 4D RealPrime
SacredTime.
Stuck back in pre-history,
before traumatizing others
became a Golden Rule offense
against all WindNature-WaveSpirits.
If we were to win
all our anthro-centric capital-hoarding games,
we would lose our ego/eco-centric
Win-Win revolutionary
NonZero-Sum Infinite
PolyPathic Soul.
We were running on courtship.
Emotive urge to surge in opulence.
Days were passing in passionate mood
depending on one another
with love and mutual confidence.
One day you gifted a perfume bottle
telling ' This fragrance of jasmine is my favourite !'
I was eager to spray at that romantic moment.
You objected, 'No. not now !
I'm going tomorrow to meet my parents
to fix our wedding date.
For a week, just wait.
I'll open the bottle and spray on both. "
You left !
Weeks after weeks are passing by
I'm waiting with hope and patience.
The sealed perfume bottle
is reducling me.
appetizers are not uncomplimentary
they are food for gods and primitive man.
The ape is the apex as
Blood and Oranges are exceptionally
eulogistic pleasing to the soul
Down, down, down into the darkness of memory,
Gently they go - the panegyrical, the praiseful, boastful mammal…
Pay attention to the me, in I, not the We in thy?
the human soul is the most warm thought of all.
HOW near god is such a thing,
To get me wondering if death is lukewarm, or a mutual reality.
How happy is the ape a prime mate of man!
Down, down, down into the darkness of the soul,
Gently it goes - the littler, the diminutive, nothing at all.
Nothing escapes this divinity
Or overturns this reality…
You will say something mundane
and a sudden potency
will scratch my skin.
I mention an ordinary thing
and you show me where
my words are smooth satin
or an abrasion.
An invisible tissue
connects our common language,
mutual conjunctions translate
nuance and implication.
I imagine the tympanic bones
of our ears as they converse,
the contrary vibrations
forming chess moves
that mesh and utter.
What we hear is our own listening
where sounds pronounce themselves
in our mouths yet unsaid,
even though,
we still we occasionally misread the obvious -
misunderstand a silence.
From birth,
I,
and perhaps others
from rebirth,
seek a spiritual master
With profound male maturity
to connect spiritual mastery
with natural sensory mastering events,
narratives,
non-verbal
and verbal relationships
bonding
double-binding
birthing
and rebirthing co-passionate story,
mundane
and cosmic events
integrally felt and known together--
impossible apart
With mature disciple
disciplined reception
masterfully given
potential for mutual pleasure
to please me,
compassion's please
pleasing perpetual integrity,
A journey from local
through global,
back
and forth,
in
and out,
rising
and falling again
Immensely deep
and dark
wide multiculturing explosions,
preferred master powers
imploding copassionate integrity,
Of felt sensory awareness,
sensually touched consciousness
spiritually grasping enlightenment
sexually gracing co-empowerment.
To paraphrase George Lakoff, and maybe Mihalyi Csikszentmihalyi,
and maybe Julian Jaynes,
and possibly Gregory Bateson,
and Laura Brown,
and then there was systemic
co-passionate
Game Theory
Nurturing empathy is the only doorway through
wealthy LeftBrain Deductive
and healthy RightBrain Inductive
nondual co-arising communication
Whether the context is Win v Lose debate,
Either This EgoYangElite Or That EcoYin-NotYetElite,
or Win+Win YangCrown+YinRoot dialogue,
both competition and cooperation
rely on polypathic positive
and pathological negative
eumemic co-intelligence.
Some hybrid of Win v Lose LeftBrain verbal-cognitive
and Win+Win RightBrain nonverbal-intuitive
struggling oppositionally bipolar against
and/or streaming appositionally dipolar with
Positive anticipation
does not prefer struggling oppositionally against
consumed by WinnerMe v LoserThey survival strategies,
far short of co-empathic WinMe + WinWe
thriving co-relationships.
These two,
W(-L) and W(+W),
Y(-X) and Y(+Y),
U(-C) and A(+G),
1(-0) and 0(+1)
dialectical discernment evolutions
favor co-empathically trusting resonance,
compassionate pleasure plans,
resilient cobinary designs,
re-ligiously healthy policies,
therapeutic procedures,
democratic Original Intent
bicamerally co-intelligent
Friends unconditionally extending relationships
co-empathically trusted and trusting
as kind Kin
To regenerationally thrive
in Earth's cobinary fractals of enlightenment
Mutual empathy,
not partisan enmity
is our constitutionally protected,
eumemically healthy democracy
trusting regenerative communication
Not mistrusting degenerative dis-communication
negatively
anxiously expecting further WinnerMe v LoserThey
survivalist anthropocentric presumptions,
protecting upper-caste privilege.
Follow Gaia's Hypothetical light,
in ecological dialects
prefers following our most empowering
economic minds
and political bodies
back toward cooperatively healthy roots
and wealth-flowering crowns.
Beauty,
like Truth
with Integrity,
is better seen
than told.
Is healthier discovered
than overstated bold.
I need to discover
communion with trees
as good and faithful Elder neighbors.
I prefer to grow them from hazel nuts
and peach pits
and apple seeds.
To notice these young
until old enough to shade me
and provide nurturing fruit,
to boldly slow down
Earth's too-winded voices.
I want to rediscover
childlike communion,
ancient innocence
of therapeutic mutual insurance,
Discovery
for discovery's cooperative entertainment sake
alone
yet also health discovery
rediscovering together.
Like infants
learning how to see again
because we were too blinded
by birth just yesterday
to understand differences
between cooperative multigenerational beauty
and competing monocultural ugly,
between discovering Truth sight
and healthing sounds,
choice winds and climate voices
and False unhealthy pathologies,
tsunamis,
HisACanes.
Promise of long-term ego adventures
yet without even active hope
for short-term healthing powers
of ecobeauty's entertaining ventures.
Beauty,
like Truth
and CooperativeInvestment Integrity,
told boldly polypathic,
yet also seen healthy
and heart wealthy polyphonic,
both inside ego-climates
and outside Beauty
as Truth-Integrity.
We notice NegativEnergy
with secular grief.
But integrate how it also boldly informs
sacred gratitude
through PositivEnergy Democracy focus
on beautiful nutritious Truths
and truthful healthing Beauties.
Like trees,
and innocent children,
and rainbows.
Beauty greets
true integrity
when outdoors,
like indoors,
not only looks and sounds restorative,
but also smells
and tastes
nutritiously ego-ecotherapeutic.
Like Mother Trees
and DNA nuts and RNA seeds,
octave-fractal rainbows,
double-binding
bleeding-breeding
YangHere with YinNow.
Beauty,
like healthy Truth
with wealthy Integrity,
is better seen
than told,
and self-predicted,
predicated,
propogandized,
propagated.
True integrity
is healthier discovered,
and outside awed,
than overstated boldly
inside voices
gossiping just among ourselves.
He's a fine steed, made of a hard, shiny, dark wood,
his stride caught in a pose of elegance and grace.
She gave it to me in October 1985.
It was my first true love affair -
mutual, sincere.
It was grand.
While the sun only made one happy lap during that romance,
that year lives on in the wooden stallion,
whose beauty
is linked to that of my first love.
That year, I learned that love and life are beautiful and good,
that magic exists,
hope exists,
I am lovable,
I can love,
and life is worth living.
I lost the relationship but retained its lessons.
I owe gratitude to her, and to the message inside the keepsake.
If I lost this equine carving, it would be like losing a loved one.
In the 1990s, he snapped his shin.
I don't remember how.
I think I carelessly dropped him, and fixed him, not very well, with superglue.
A couple of times after that, he was fractured,
in the same spot, by my housecleaner.
In the 2000s, I brought him to my dad,
because his friend had offered to fix him correctly,
but that never happened.
In 2023, I asked my brother, with carpentry skills, to mend him,
but he didn't have his tools.
This year, I took him to the woodworking shop in my retirement community,
where some kind and skillful men put a dowel in his leg,
and restored him so you can never see the fracture.
Somehow, it gives me a feeling of well-being
that his limb, properly repaired, will never again be broken,
and that this object will outlive me,
and those who listen closely,
will hear it sing this testament
to youthful love.
Once, God, from heaven above,
granted two youths true love.
Together, then, they stood.
Yet, things that must end and die,
as life goes passing by,
live in a heart of wood.