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Quote:"Harriet Tubman: “I had crossed the line. I was free; but there was no one to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.”
Inspirationt: "I have been a stranger in a strange land" Bible, Exodus 2:22
Starnger, a name whispered in unfamiliar tones,
A face foreign in a sea of knowns,
Crossing borders, a journey grand,
I have been a stranger in a strange land.
From distant shores, a dream in hand,
New culture's tide, a shifting sand,
Languages twist, meanings unclear,
In crowded streets, solitude is near.
Eyes that glance, but seldom see,
An immigrant's life, a silent plea,
To belong, yet to stand apart,
Survival wrapped in a cautious heart.
In the warmth of my circle, I find,
Echoes of home, memories kind,
Yet outside, in the mainstream's glare,
A shadow I remain, barely there.
Isolation, a cloak I wear,
Loneliness, a constant prayer,
In this new world, vast and grand,
A stranger, always, in a strange land.
I wonder what he was thinking, the man
mounted on a stool, with his elbows resting on the bar,
eating a Big Mac and sipping coffee from a McCafe coffee cup.
The outside view he was watching through the glass wall
is the flickering lights over the parking lot and
the sounds of galloping horses on the road.
As usual, among those galloping horses,
some may be carrying today, which is heavier than the day,
on his aching back, while others run with full speed
looking forward to a better tomorrow;
yet, there is a horse, like one of the remnants of a defeated army
who fought the difficult battle where there is no today, no tomorrow,
but struggle after struggle of dogfight and defeat, dragging his feet
with a heavy burden.
Since there is no color or outline of an object in the dark
you are unable to distinguish one horse from the other,
such as the high-spirited grand Shire, the tiny amiable Falabella,
the gracefully elegant Akhal-Teke, or the Mule, born to carry heavy
load till dies.
That’s why the darkness is beautiful,
it doesn’t have a color like the death; yet,
it’s not comparable to the darkness of the grave
because it’s only the flip side of the day. It will drag
you into the light, compel you to see the sun in the morning.
As coffee gets colder, the smell of coffee goes away,
and further, the taste of coffee becomes bitter with elapsing time.
Then, from the empty feeling of missing something, he bites into
the hamburger held in his hand and hears the “moo…” the last cry
of a sorrowful cow dragged into a slaughter house.
Though death is, beautiful if it’s accompanied by a dirge,
the moment of death by force is, although the soul may be
lighter than a feather, a lot heavier than the weight of the world.
Who am I talking to
as I rehearse my memory stories,
shadow voices,
echoes,
and my own heroic victim analysis?
How snugly language fits
within karma's great chain of becoming
Earth's prophetic saintly sage
lecturing Othered parasitic peers
Living off malnourished Mother's
ambivalently valued,
too often ego-possessed
yet slavishly steadfast
bicameral creative mind
and reconnecting heart
and communing bilateral root
System seeking just right peaceful race
amusing pace
sage sacred place
Bicameral lungs
seeking midway co-gravitating energies
of Yang's grace face of Yin-squared win
bilateral neural processor
Ego-voicing within egocenter
Id-choicing within anthrocenter
SuperEco-dancing YinMind/YangBody Earthcenter,
polypathic
multisystemic
0-souled chi
1-identity...
My owned HereNow listening
incarnating SpaceTime-self unfolding
Triumvirate Tiered post-Freudian sacred stages
Sacred musing
EarthTribe's perennial ringing
singing
dancing EarthTree of Life
Rooting down into Dark TreeCore Vortex
Death promising integrity's ReBirth
without aversive grasping,
no warring against life's composting light,
when wrestling with death's night vision,
balancing Left with Right...
How do my pre-languaged
Universally Intelligent and Informating
natural systemic cells and organs,
embodied skin embrace of chi-center soul,
speak my Left-brain semantic thoughts
of past revisited
with future hoped for
and feared
belong to
longed for
since all past Elder enculturing regenerations
stepped into this HereNow
embyronic enbrightenment
to light past's future Nature/Spirited memories?
If any sage outside
listens to internal musing questions,
revolving hypothetical inclusive
resonant win/win resolutions,
these prayers for self-healing co-redemption
re-seed Earth's exegetical ecotherapy
absorbing my own Ego's dissonant pathology.
“Ghost Bees”
Inside damned to Hell
The Man walks free
Outside he discovers
what monsters are waiting
to ingest his brain cells
Like bees bury their youth in wax
In the centre surrounded by worker words
sings the ancient Queen
Waiting for prodigy to banish her
from broken rules, the new Bee claims her seat
Love’s throne and sceptre,
Supersedure
Honeycomb in the open carcass
of a Lion’s split and pillaged ribs
dripping tales of evil deeds done
He reaches in and scoops
out his bitter feast
The Man in a Box
Dead Man Walking
shuffles his feet home
down in a hole
Outside him
life is moving
Inside him, life has ceased
Inside the box he is placed
by the banished Queen
who has swallowed the key
Sinking to endless depths
inside her ocean of salty tears
death and treasure boxes locked
There lies lost time and
unopened dreams
Inside damned to Hell
The Man in the Box
Walks free, swarmed and stung
by all of her burning
Ghost Bees
riddled and leering
in a book of judges
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“When, like the bee, tolling from every flower
The virtuous sweets,
Our thighs with wax, our mouths with honey pack’d,
We bring it to the hive, and, like the bees,
Are murd’red for our pains.”
“Man in a Box”, Alice in Chains
https://youtu.be/Opzq-hxYgfE
"Down in a Hole", Alice in Chains
https://youtu.be/gWUZHVT-qQY
Lyrics/Down in a Hole, Alice Chains
https://genius.com/Alice-in-chains-down-in-a-hole-lyrics
"Down in a hole and I don't care if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
Down in a hole and they've put all their stones in their place
I've eaten the Sun so my tongue
has been burned of the taste"
“Out of one who eats came something to eat;
out of the strong came something sweet.”
In the existential dualist realm,
with dark and immoral traits,
irreducibly distinct from the righteous strength,
human being breathed as God’s generous gift
the divine breath of fufilled life,
the source of creativity for love and harmony.
The enlivening enlightenment window
lets in the sacred sunshine of virtue,
highlights the positivity of the psyche,
enhancing the character strength,
the fountain flow of generosity and empathy
that finds the liberating pathway of spirituality.
The spiritual journey is a serene movement
from vice to virtue to high stratum of consciousness,
achieved by introspective dissolution
of the rigid concepts through transcendence,
as the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
virtue permeates the non-dual awareness.
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July 31, 2022
Contest : Non-Dual Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
October 30, 2022
Contest : 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18
Sponsored by : Mark Toney
Barricaded inside your
apartment, you cringe in fear.
And claiming sanctuary,
count your blessings tear by tear.
When hate paints the hood in blood,
bullets rip through shields of lies.
And you're left feeling frightened;
for somebody always dies.
You hide from the truth behind
locked doors; deadbolts in place.
And pride quickly disappears,
vanishing without a trace.
Outside your curtains, drawn tight,
used condoms litter the park.
And addicts leave shared needles,
for gangs and pimps own the dark.
A symptom of poverty,
crime takes over your city.
And attitudes have to change,
but change needs more than pity.
Having everything .. ..having it all.... you lose track ....you need to look back......before you fall ..before you lose it all.......and have nothing ......nothing left at all
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view.....having versatility.....and social responsibility ...paying your dues...its up to you
Being understanding ..... reading between the lines .......separating truth from the lie.....looking at life through another's eye .....compromise and harmonize ...watch and see ... The look in thier eyes,and eventually you come tp ..... agree
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view....versatility.....and social responsibilityz...paying your dues....its up to you
Its knowing you are the same .....no matter how big ....you think... your part .....is in the game......... You can't win without losing..being modest ...is an art.....thinking of others with heart...that's a definate start
Humility and Humbility....common sense and sensibility......makes the person you are.....considering the outside ... point of view....versatility.....and social responsibilityz...paying your dues....its up to you
Mars's population
The dwellers of Mars never go outside
the air is too thin, and nature is unsightly
They live in caves, gigantic caves that
stretches' for miles
they get around on electric bikes, but
lately, they got hold of a Tesla drifting
by sent up by an eccentric inventor
who had a fun day.
Since life is never-ending, a tight
control of birth is needed only for those
with the biggest bikes can augment
the population with one child each
For an unknown atmospheric reason
the main glass door, into the tunnels
was suddenly green, which caused a stir
many wanted to go to earth
The leaders of the Mars dwellers
thought it was a good idea of sending
some of the dwellers and a rocket
service from Mars to Earth opened up
The new arrivals from Mars were
amazed at how beautiful the earth was
but upon learning all life has a time
limits, they hurried back to Mars
Deep is the water of the lagoon
filled with many kinds of things
the more you look the more you see
reflected clouds floating in the water
A host of wondrous plants on the banks
little fish darting hither and tither
tall reeds are casting mottled shadows
deep down a big catfish lies in ambush
The cool waters a pure bliss to watch
rippling waves setting off flashes
different colours glint and shatter
like light beams hitting coloured shards
The tranquillity of this magical place
calls out to me beckoning me closer
I lay on the grassy bank trailing a hand
in the soft water and feel I am restored
Keep this place secret just for us to share
come here whenever the outside world is too much
here a blissful peace awaits to bathe you
to bring comfort and soothe away the daily pains
" We can learn lessons from nature." by poet
I feel the need to relax today
As I sit outside on this sunny day
I try to let all my stress slip away
I can feel the sunny rays warm my soul
As my worries gently slide off and roll
I am no longer worried about things
As a butterfly flutters its wings
and watch it dip in blooms and out it springs
A bee joins with pollen laden legs
The butterfly gently protects its eggs
A light warm breeze tickles my nose
with sweet perfumes of a freshly bloomed rose
A hummingbird zips by and feeds from blooms
Another one joins as they zip and zoom
Embracing the moment, not feeling gloom
A tufted titmouse flies past my chair
And lands at the feeders, singing with flair
He feeds and sings without any care
A moment in nature is all I need
To enjoy life at a much calmer speed