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The ones who survived their wars put on their uniforms to march
We gather at the bandstand under the Memorial Day arch
The fallen somehow know, and are there in spirit force
One leads us in patriotic songs, there is one lone white horse.
We are reverent and polite as we listen to the stories of old.
Shared with us by men who were brave, daring and bold.
They once told us stories about Europe and World War Two.
But those men are gone now, so Viet Nam and Gulf War will do.
We applaud and tell them “thank you for serving” the best that we can.
Memorial Day is the time to bring out lemonade a carnival man.
Picnics and laughter. We enjoy sweet May in the warm, nurturing sun.
Do we remember that many brave men and women will never again have this kind of fun?
Human knowledge loves insight,
as Yang loves Yin,
not just justice and equivalence together,
personal knowledge loves
life's love affair with wisdom.
Yang's knowledge looks outside
in and through
under and above Earth's forested flowing systems;
Yin's insight looks within
and back and forth
across time's encultured memory,
compassioned
with Earth's health rooted ecological systems.
Binomial Yang resolves Yin's balancing regenerative eco-nutrients.
as
Space resonates Time's prime-fractal rhythm.
Huh
duh
da
da....
Reiterated light rays are both Interior and Exterior balanced
both thermodynamically and electromagnetically.
Prime-power fuel decodes in fractal set-systemic order,
encoding RNA regenerative elliptical
binomial-binary information systems.
And, now, DNA as well.
Our inner eye of intuited insight
also records light-wave memory,
Right-brained fractal-neural lens
folding and enfolding, unfolding, refolding, co-folding
plasma's revolutions of insightful systemic
polycultural nurturing information.
Ego-death lies not only beyond eco-life
but within
waiting for freestyle swimming
in polyvagal octave light's
soaring flight of insight.
Left's Knowledge Empire
and Right's Insightful Paradise,
don't fight.
Make love tonight.
I know we want to,
precisely as much as Earth needs to
balance our domestic peaceful economy.
In the vibrant life’s ever-changing dynamic landscape,
the paved pathway across the undulating topography
meanders to the nebulous future beyond perception,
taking shape of desire in the template of configured time,
where we traverse ardently in a beguiled state of trance,
following the designed footprints of the dormant destiny.
Many surging streams in spate we swim in the storm,
with the unfurling buds of nascent dreams held close
to the adoring hearts, lest they all wither and drown.
In the valley of flowers we chase the butterflies of passion
through the melting arch of rainbow in the chromatic sky,
where our avid yearning soars on fervent wings of love.
As the spent sun sinks at the edge of fading twilight zone,
on the disappearing trail of time covered by obscure dust,
with finite breath, respiring infinite essence of delight,
and with the cornucopia of fulfilled lives we walk the last mile
across the shortening shadow of the approaching death.
We face God upright with veracity in eternity with no regret,
stand before Him looking down in devotion, not in indignity.
Our lips don’t implore, but whisper the unassailable truth
that shapes our dignified lives we’ve lived to the brim,
nurturing honesty in devout hearts embracing divinity,
pulsating with the cadenced love, wavering betrayed at times,
but recovering with the rejuvenating touch of His grace.
Our sanctified souls assert that we’ve travelled capably
through the labyrinth of ordeals with indomitable courage,
beyond the last signpost of our lives’ contented journey
to the abode of eternal peace, our claim of fame.
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Written: October 15, 2023
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Shadows dwell in the confines of dreams.
I delve into an abyss of enigmas streams.
The soul is a marvel waiting to be unfolded.
To be felt, embraced, and aired to the world.
I slowly peel up my mask for each wary tug.
Disclosing the truth lies beneath the shrug.
Finishing yet another conundrum or quest.
locating the vitality trapped inside the chest.
Inhalations of holy trees yearn to be heard.
A tune rich with wisdom, haphazardly blurred
It falls down in pools of various hues of gray.
Time hurdles have been destroyed in clay.
Lyrics fall akin to twigs in an autumnal breeze.
Build vivid notions in the mind with salient ease.
Imaginary oxblood leaks from your lover's lips.
Whispering whispers as the full moon dimly dips
These archaic cursive instances appear in wait.
I wish tears to dry before my memories slate.
They linger on a blank page since it is too late.
Or, mingle on a shared stage as poets relate.
Before such radiance fades in the night.
To waltz and wanton, yarns of moonlight
Stars strike notes, nurturing a symphony.
A tune that vibrates in the soul is harmony.
Thus, I disclose the core of my being.
As a star sways, watch its hint of foreseeing.
The soft rumblings of the heart's embrace
A romantic choreography, a cosmic chase
But we can bear power at any given time.
To fit inside and enable our souls to sublime.
Whispers of soul embrace a cosmic love chase.
I glance inwardly for calmness and grace.
Ecological relationships
evolved from effective theological inspirations,
maybe tree-logical aspirations,
and, eventually,
evolved away from defective theological lack of inspirations,
climate illogical fullness of secular sectarian desperation.
Theological recreative relationship,
humane/divine climate balancing holistic experience,
derives from ecological efficiency affluence
nurturing nutritional effluent communication wealth.
Ecological sciences
evolved from,
and then away from,
theological GodIsLight inspiration
for purposes of effective discovery,
healing,
vocation,
Earth-calling,
questions furthering green-inspired integrity.
Theological inspiration
derived from ego/ecological prime relationships,
experiences,
critical light/dark events,
climates enchanting/disenchanting
hope/destitution
natural and spiritual effective communion
and efficient capitalization heady meanings
for polypathic health recovery
transubstantiating nutritional journeys
pilgrimages
toward and within Earth's great sanctuary revolutionary movement.
Even secular humanist democracies
take hopeful health comfort
in restoring justice,
healing sacred reforesting karma,
Rather than merely bowing to short-term burned-out fixes
furthering retributive anti-ecological anger-management injustice,
bad lack of long-term theologically peaceful
redemptive grace,
or even barely sufficient
healthy light/dark balancing climates.
My first home had no walls or windows; it was a warm, wordless place, enveloped in the beating of a heart,
My mother's womb, that dark cathedral of safety where time didn't know how to count the days,
Nor was pain allowed to enter that silent sanctuary, where silence was a sacred vow,
I didn't know I existed, but she did, loving a ghost, nurturing a spark, carrying a voiceless soul.
I was just a whisper in her blood, and yet she gave me everything, without asking for any proof of existence,
Without senses, yet she sang to me, and I kicked, and she smiled, I floated and she prayed in silence.
Now I am born into this second home, this strange world spinning with bleeding skies,
With mouths that lie and open wounds, and I wonder why it hurts so much to be here, to feel everything.
I am again without senses, not because I cannot feel, but because I feel too much,
The noise is deafening, and the loneliness in the crowd is like an echo of lost silence,
Where is that old stillness, that sacred hum of her heartbeat, carrying me like a song?
Now I hear only clocks and deadlines, voices too sharp to comfort me in this turmoil.
I came from a home where I was loved before I was real, and now I am here, real and unrefined,
Asking this second home to love me half as gently, to allow me just to exist,
To find stillness amid the chaos, to revive that primordial peace in the heart of this world,
And to simply be, without getting lost in the deafening noise of existence.
Love is the commitment based on respect
To forge an alliance in ways abstract
When two hearts unite as life's architect
Their souls intertwine by a karmic pact
Knitting the fabric of their daily life
Blissful togetherness its foundation
Nurturing exchanges devoid of strife
Each other the object of affection
Unblemished trust is the almighty glue
The strength to surmount any obstacle
Promise to be loyal faithful and true
Protecting fiercely our inner circle
Sometimes we're needing to work through baggage
To heal within a small child with damage
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2022
Submitted on March 2, 2019 for contest WHAT IS LOVE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
To avoid unnecessary oppressor and victim stuckness
in reiteratively dissonant looping
loopy voices,
To avoid interior and exterior terror climates
of self and other perpetual Lose to Lose
claustrophobic shut-down dismay,
To avoid dualdark lack of sufficient bilateral enlightenment,
once glimpsed
almost here...
there...
It might especially help our RightWing conservationist leanings
to draw up healthier ecologically secular designs
and yet follow theologically sacred processes
to remember love together
nutritionally awesome newborn-matriarchal in-between self respect,
pleasing curious childlike egos
with ecotherapeutic nurturing inquiry,
and sacred outdoor healthy wonder-empathy
It could help
to speak these early non-languaged experiences
dialects
discernments of WinWin outcomes held together,
passing democratic expert batons
of cooperative and restorative responsibility
It sounds potentially therapeutic
to invite pipes and breaths filled with cooperative opportunity
while gazing into multicultural community fire-circles,
waiting for drums and howls to mystically restart
song danced Full Moon co-opportunities
of night time secular/sacred liturgies.
To conserve ancient nature/spirit green
ecological theology celebrations
of and for Holy Matriarchal Spirit
radiating Grandmother Moon's ultra-violet soul source
still whispering green ecofeminist birthed
nutritious dreams.
Many attempted to copy her but she was an original.
She had learned to appreciate and empower herself at an early age
When she felt no one else did.
Maybe Jesus, but only on her good days.
Many tried to bring her down.
Some tried to hurt her feelings, hoping for a reaction she almost never gave.
She had been taught to not be a crier.
She lived in a world that was untouchable, unthinkable, and un-understood to others.
She took care of herself, nurturing herself in every avenue she thought she would ever need.
She sang her self-songs, and danced unique made-for-her-only dances,
Wowing the rest of us with her creativity, spontaneity, and grace.