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Today is Wednesday,the very second one of the year,
It is a sunny afternoon, though very busy.
We can tell time in whichever dimension,
From whatever place we may be hiding,
For it is one precious gift we all are entitled to,
Much as it doesn't necessarily govern our motives.
This one thing, I have learnt,
That it is because of time that we are judged objectively,
Moreso when we have to accomplish a task in a fixed time frame,
Say for instance study,get a job,get married,buy a vehicle-
For a job well done, we're congratulated,
For a messed up activity, we're cursed to hell
And named after lazy bones or cowards.
All because time is in control!
When the bereaved are robbed of their loved ones,
The world goes still and time should in fact freeze
As they mourn and grieve for their loss,
But the clock keeps on ticking,
Because there are more important alive people
Than the one gone to the world of the dead.
When one falls sick and is excused from class or school,
The term or month doesn't wait for them,
Everything progresses normally like you were never needed,
Because time is in control.
It is one thing, which once lost,
Can never be retrieved,
Neither by magic nor prayer!
Had it been possible to chase after it,
Perhaps we would have the hope of compensating,
But once it's gone,it is really gone forever!
What,then,
Shall we die holding the trigger
Like soldiers in the war zone?
Shall we give up because of what we have lost?
Absolutely, "NO"
What is gone,we cannot retrieve,
But what is left,we can maximumly utilize.
It is very okay to take time off,
To have our wounds and pains heal,
That upon our return, we're fit for the journey.
It does us no harm, accepting that we're late
For it is then that we can concentrate,
In order to attain the goal ahead of us
Within the remaining time,
Short or long as it may be.
The recent lockdown certainly made family the center of everything - from fun to daily irritations. But after a month of being at college - which I know, objectively, isn’t long - those memories seem like echoes from another life.
I love the sudden privacy college has provided - like I’ve personally rediscovered something seemingly new.
I get calls from high school friends who were close as skin a few short weeks ago and there seems to be a disconnect which certainly isn’t because they’ve been “replaced” with new friends.
I’ve always been slow to mesh with new people so I’m trying hard to look engaged in social situations. “Get OUT there and meet people!”, everyone tells us. So I’m working on it - practicing my best fake, friendly smile in mirrors for when deep down inside I want to run.
At least I’ve hit it off with one of my suite-mates, Leong (thank god). She‘s from Macao, China (the “Las Vegas” of Asia) which is about 41 miles from where my family used to live in Shenzhen. When I started talking to her in Cantonese she shrieked with joy - now we can evaluate everyone and everything with delightful discretion.
My classmates are SO smart that classes move really, *REALLY* **FAST**.
“Everyone got that?” the professor says, *no frantic hands waived*
“Moving ON!”
If I daydream for 30 seconds - I come back and - “WAIT, huh? - what are we talking about?” It’s not like high school at ALL - it’s actually scary.
So I’m moving on.
Aloneness is different from loneliness
It is an occasion for personal growth
It gives an insight into humanness
And helps us realize our self worth
Being with others continually
Denies us from ever having a chance
To look at ourselves objectively
To build up our own self reliance
Self reliance is the key to coping
With acute periods of adversity
It provides us with an inner strengthening
To overcome and claim the victory
Self reliance is extremely vital
To avoid the feeling of loneliness
Which can happen when there is denial
Of other's support and togetherness
If you feel contentment in aloneness
It can help you to avoid a pitfall
It provides an inner based happiness
Which is the greatest happiness of all
This question rises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
Is democracy ecologically healthier
than monoculturing theocracy,
than totalitarian anti-democracy?
Raising ghostly reminders
that food is also objectively neutral,
lying midway between good food
and junk food,
nutritions
and toxins.
And climate change
also lies midway
in-between climate polyculturing health
and climates of monocultural pathology.
And healthy mind-bodies nondually ourselves
also lie between
good humored health
and bad and angry and terrorizing lack of health.
Where we draw our Tipping Point lines
and marching squares of advocacy
and circles of co-operating conspiracies
between egosystemic humane nature
and eco-centric Earth nurture
feeding in as out,
growing polycultural productions
by shrinking monoculturish dominating consumptions,
these are each (0)MidWay Core
wu-wei
regenerations with degeneration recycles,
growing good wealthy civil democracies
by starving bad health supremacist plutocracies.
This response arises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
we each and all lie between and transubstantially across
radically benign democracy development
and reactionary anti-democracy demise,
disempowering dissonances
of multi-race
and poly-sex
and wealthy historic cultures
competing violence
without regenerative distinctions
that make holistic healthing
co-operatively non-violent
therapeutic differences.
Is my internal democratic cooperative governance
ecologically healthier
than nationalistic
supremacist
totalitarian
anti-democracy?
#NAMELY: HE/SHE...MEMORIES*
CLOSE YOUR EYES...
Think of a NAME*
What brings to MIND? Are they KIND or "KIND OF SORTA"? Are they BLIND or just See SELECTIVELY; Hopefully, OBJECTIVELY in the Vein of a NAME*...Seen In Mind and Heart,
which SEES VIVIDLY*
How Do You FEEL, When Hearing This NAME* REVEALED? Is it Welcomed APPEAL, AFFECTIONATE AND REAL...OR A DISMISSED DEAL...And THAT NAME* Steals Your Heart...
NO MORE, NO MORE, LIKE ONCE BEFORE, OR IF EVER...
A.K.A. NEVER*
OPEN YOUR EYES...
What There REMAINS? Whatever the RECALL, Will it Stay The SAME? For GOOD or BAD, HAPPY or SAD...LOVE That OUTWEIGHED or INDIFFERENCE CONVEYED; Which Emotions LEFT, or Meaningful* Ones STAYED...
ONE THING I'M SURE OF; WHETHER IT'S LIKE, LOVE OR NONE* OF THE ABOVE...
WHEN YOU THINK, FEEL*, RECALL A PARTICULAR NAME:
"MAY IT RESONATE TRUTH AND GENUINENESS AND NO "MAKE BELIEVE" HAVING YOU BETTER ELEVATED, AS WELL EDUCATED, IN DEPTH AND CLARITY RECEIVED...
AND MAY THAT NAME* LEAVE YOU A BETTER* STRONGER* PERSON, INDEED...
NAMELY, FOR HAVING DONE SO."#
©Renee Denise Gross?? 12/19/2017
You invited me to bring
some object of great regard,
And so I present My Body.
A marvelous sensory object
perfect in so many feeling ways
I dare not count
or shout
or flout it through my days.
Unlike my home
where some rooms I like
just as and where they are
and others could be larger
or a wee bit smaller,
and further back or front,
less up and more down
to better accommodate this perfectly aging body,
All my inside parts are perfectly placed,
even my mealtime's exhaustive plumbing space,
I've grown systemically proportioned,
and synergetic'ly refunctioned,
integrally ecologized with marvelous winning grace
and apparent co-relational ease of pace,
although dis-ease does threaten inside grief
as outside gratitude
to leave room for younger climate minds
with more positive attitude;
Who healthy best remember
this cherished
chiseled
rich robust EarthBody.
My garden would be magnificent
if as organically functioned
as my organs
and my digits
and my senses of magical sight
and sound
and tasty touch and feeling
good wealth object-ives for lunch this day.
I mention house and garden
because these objects, too,
I cherish
and yet they feel less sacred,
worthy of awe and wonder from you
than this body
which I usually cover up,
especially when going out for lunch,
unless you would rather that I not?
Perhaps you would prefer
I had brought what's left of my right mind,
to more objectively share,
critically compare;
Rather than leave this gloriously embodied self
wide open
for your most remarkably startled stare,
Which was my original nutritional intent, you see
before you asked me,
To bring a specific icon,
my most noble ancient object
worthy of our admiring subjective glare.
And now in closing
I must confess
this body's shy performance
finds life easier to bear
by imagining your well-seated bodies
in nothing less or more than underwear.
LeftBrain egojectively defines objects
with deductively accessible objectives
Divorced
distinguished
detached from their ecosystemic backdrop.
Objectives
and individualized objects,
including objections,
I understand
by studying their sub-parts
and their sub-subparts
Down to our atomic building block objects
with internal atomic objectives,
individual particles
with articles
for potential win/win cooperative becoming
a co-relational constellation
of potentially climaxing energy
positive therapeutic
and negative traumatic
subjectives.
Meanwhile,
RightBrain indirectly refines felt relationships,
positive and negative
and ambiguously in-between,
by contextual subjects
Both/Anding BiCameral discernment.
Growing co-empathic bilateral intelligence
also hopes to produce
and procure binomially objective
positive health
and not negative disease
outcomes
Rooted in Whole OpenSystemic wave flows
unitarian oceanic possibilities
subject ecowomanist grows
with timeless HereNow nonviolent information,
spaciously abundant musings,
and other health optimizing
engaging practices,
Other EarthHealth and Justice designs
in solidarity with
ecosystemic co-relational co-passion
co-investing
empowering
enlightening
enveloping
developing win/win outcomes,
Objectively extending
rhetorically resonant song
and liturgically liberating dance
multicultural
muse-lyrical
musical massage
political healing,
not economic stealing,
co-passion events.
Each moment, like life itself, is a pleasant knock,
This, like the spring surprises, unlocks each time clock;
And unpacks puzzling feelings like Pandora box,
Making me take hold of my lifeboat like a cox...
Knocks are manifold like milkman knock and postman's
Policeman knock stops my heart like a lanced glance;
Knock of freedom flows flawless, like dew on a rose,
And lover's knock at darling's heart no limit knows...
Once I dreamt as though got knocked by an ambulance,
Lying as a corpse cursed to dead ambiance;
Grave dug; coffin decorated; body embalmed,
When I woke I found the whole story flaw-bombarded...
Life is like rugby, full of knocks, knockouts, knockdowns
Rubbing shoulders creates breakdowns and shakedowns;
Knock of hate can sound sometimes like knock of pure love,
Resonance of knock within does love's union shove...
Divine knock, often, beats in the heart like sea waves,
Erupting number of thoughts like volcano caves;
When avoid it clings like iron on the magnet,
I entangle within, like fish in a dragnet...
Knocks must be, like all events, viewed objectively,
In them, are hidden meanings so collectively;
If each knock leads to a call of divinity,
Earthly life can turn into divine dignity...
14 September 2021
''K'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
she says of me
inspiring
but that's what
she is to me
i'm aspiring
but slightly
lying that
i'm trying
writing as if
a blind man
out for a
walk a
round town but
my cane and feet
tell no shape or form
for all i know i'm going
but thinking
what it means
to go around
the block
ticking by touch
multiple times
my mind taking
in everything
my cane sends
signals for my
brain to see as
an object but
objectively
only what's
before
me not
aware that
there three
feet the left
of me is a
gorgeous
chocolate
labrador
next to
a red fire
hydrant
taking a
pee
Form:
During our recent, year-long pandemic imprisonment, my room - which, objectively, is a very nice room - seemed to transform, late-nights, into a tomb. I had to open all the windows just to feel like I could breathe.
Night after night, when the lights were out, I’d lay perfectly still, perfectly awake until all-hours, listening to crickets. There must be a billion of them in Georgia.
Persistent consciousness can drive you mad.
“Why are your windows open?”, my mom would say, hurrying to close them in winter (to save heat) and summer (to save cool).
I wouldn’t argue - I’d just shrug, wordlessly and reopen them once she left. I seldom argue anymore - I surreptitiously do whatever I want to.