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Watching this new sabbath begin,
darkness born of dusk,
dawn birthed by night,
I wonder about comparisons
between everyday logic
and systems restoring thinking,
feeling primal relationship
between verbal analogic
and nonverbal spacetime metaphor,
4D revolving EarthMaps,
seasonal/fractal missions
all designed for deep healing
Sabbath therapy
between linear cause-effect sequential history
and resonant/dissonant
resilient/unstable loops of regenerative/degenerative
solar systemic recycling causes
with Her antecedent birthing effects
becoming future's further causes.
Logic collapses past and future health dynamics
into static unchanging inside v outside
and non-temporal non-contextualized either/or relationships
of verbal thought
about smaller and larger sets
growing and shrinking,
removed from nonverbal feelings,
health/diseased sensations,
notice,
appreciation/depreciation,
Awareness
of win/win analogical ecological metaphor
of active hope
for healthy inside-outside climate resonance,
both ego-
and eco-therapeutic
Resilience for all Earth's ego-smaller
and eco-larger systems,
left and right
west and east
north and south
interdependently dipolar hemispheric.
This ecosystemic health context
intuitively feels
and rationally believes
our larger ego-harmonic sabbath narrative,
sunny day of non-tragic history,
positive energy enculturation
remains sadly untouched
by autonomous left-hemisphere verbal logic,
either cause
or effect,
disembodied linear analogic,
metrically decontextualized absence of warm/cold ecologic
without polypathic/polyphonic metaphors
reborn of sabbath theologic,
Everyday left-hemisphere verbal language
without right-hemisphere curious and courageously felt listening
CoPassion
toward healthy
ecotherapeutic
systemic memories
restoring wealthy egologic
more polyculturally regenerative
during days and nights of rest,
WinYin cooperative
strategically thought and organically felt
resilient and resonant
Future Integral HealthSabbath Systems,
Restoring cloudless blue-sky sabbath mornings,
predicting yet another day
of leisurely here is now,
space is bilaterally measured time
is distance from sabbath zero-zone bliss
dipolar co-arising.
If I could turn back time to be with you
There’s not a single thing I would not do
I’d risk my life and challenge every fate
To taste your kiss and my desires sate
If I could once more look into your eyes
I’d lose myself and let my passion rise
Your lips I’d wet with tongue and dip inside
And then right down your neck I’d let it slide
I’d press myself to you and let you feel
The curves and softness that I’d soon reveal
Your hands I’d kiss and let them move at will
My only wish to grant you every thrill
I’d then undress my body and my soul
Seductive mistress, wise in her control
Your eyes would close as fantasies would wake
My hair you'd pull and tangle as you quake
I'd keep you on the edge, begging for more
You'd turn to me with eyes that do implore
A smile of mischief there you’d see displayed
For I’d prolong your torment in my raid
I'd plunder all of you and then I’d sigh
You’d see the gleam of triumph in my eye
And then I’d let you strive for sweet release
Your need for manly claim I would appease
I’d feel your thunder deep inside of me
The rumbling drive that leads to ecstasy
My nails would leave a trail of token flame
An unleashed storm of passion so untame
And for a time we’d yield to primal need
As hunger pangs of soul with love we’d feed
Your breath upon my ear would bring a cry
Two bodies that have soared up to the sky
If I could turn back time to be with you
There is not single thing I would not do
I’d risk my life and challenge every fate
To taste your kiss and my desires sate
Along the way, in the flow of life I follow
the brightest light, brighter than the searing sun,
energy soars and fills me instantly with emotions
As the orange orb sinks into night, I embrace silence,
a satin moon it lanterns the way at twilight
an enchanting delight, a kinetic kindness
without one there is no other, gentleness has fallen upon me
‘tis mine to share yet to give an account of the ineffable
no beginning of the enchantment within me
no end of its primal purity
How does one script into words?
Shivers of sensation feast, overjoyed
a gyrating playful positive plight my heart has taken flight
To resist effortless rapture when the light illumes just right
I would not have captured what bristles of brushes paint,
by my hand, wistful wishes stream
Whimpering of wisdom now reigns over me, joyful tears I cry
The universe stops searching alas, unbounded from,
nor do elongated clouded skies with pent-up desire dare try me
Ancient alibis absolve the soul that seized a nap,
there, like the koi fish that gasps over waters ran dry
sleep ends, I’ve not turned to stone
The spring flows freely as I drink its rhythms
Butterfly dreams beyond my logic guiding
The lulling lighthouse, helms the keeper of safe passage
I, the absorber of this moment, am content with growth
and nature’s vast array, aligning graceful currents,
my course, it’s where you’ll find me day by day
The body-personal will be achieving little today.
Today is a too tight T-shirt.
Bloat and insomnia
have measured and found soft round toads
croaking in the swamp of being.
There are squawky
oral articulations in dry joints.
A fate has made its presence known
revealing pre-set mousetraps
strewn upon the path of well laid plans;
it warns obliquely of dentures mechanically
nibbling on stale cheese.
Knowing the hours will belch
and empty-out air that could have
breathed new life into words,
Perceiving that chattering mind-children
will cross the distracted mind
without a crossing guard,
be bowled over, squashed, spread
over neural highways,
their scant electric membranes
dissolving and denuded
leaving a sticky residue
over the body personal...
then that body
must retire and regroup
into a proto-cognizance,
a glow of phosphorescence
too primal to be snared,
yet able to predict
when it can get out of itself -
hopefully.
Brief this light breeze
Gone in a squeeze
Dusk comes so swift
Odd thoughts now sift
Here in the dark
A deep fire sparks
Feel seeks night thrills
As heart moves will
This dance can ace
Sweet comes that race
In surge of strain
Pain speaks most plain
Now just the same
Touch wears a name
Taut time greets space
Here face to face
Charm wears fond wit
Edge verge that fits
So please be quick
In prize that piques
Go on and see
What comes to be
Surge of sure urge
As earth grounds merge
So be at ease
With pulse of tease
Breath and sweat swing
Warm crave that flings
Squeeze of crisp strands
Stray breeze flirts blend
And in moist dash
A poise of flash
Words fail to tell
Deep gain clouds spell
Time for warm tea
In primal spree
Brief bask of night
Now flickers light
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2017
Singapore
To be truly, fully present
Of consciousness and
answering why we are here,
These studies are a promising field of research
Yet by powerful backlash
research has halted
For severe depression and PTSD
Universities use micro-doses of psylocibin
Derived from mushrooms
It lowers stress and doesn’t
cause hallucinations
Follow up studies show dramatic improvement
of conditions not previously responsive
to conventional medications and therapies
This chemical is still widely banned
Except for a few controlled studies
Underway at accredited, renowned medical
and psychiatric departments
at major universities
When popular conventional
therapies prove ineffective
the 60’s and 70’s proved a fertile ground
for those seeking help
New age treatment called Primal Therapy,
When religious cults such as love Guru’s
Hare`Krishna mantras, Buddhist chants
of Nam-Myoho-renge-kio or being shakabukued
or Hollywood fix its— for anxiety’s
mental illness failed,
Came the psychotherapists
and the latest Primal Scream Therapy
new and experimental, so-called Hollywood therapists
took it to levels unimaginable and a bit too far
and should have never been licensed!
Our blue planet, the epitome of primal beauty,
a unique dot of singularity within the celestial infinity,
revolved in the astral space, spinning nature’s splendors,
until on the evolution trail the hostile species of man arrived.
The creeping swarm of greed, called progress
devours the green blanket, thriving for immeasurable eons,
constructs the toxic greenhouse on the planet instead,
extreme climate events trace the global warming trajectory.
The upholding limits are being infringed ever so rapidly,
so, after long summer the planet might freeze in extended winter,
caused by the catastrophic climate change looming large
to initiate the apocalyptic period of the fifth season.
The gliding glaciers and ice sheets melt at an alarming rate,
rise of sea-level is unparallel in the human history,
makes the ingress of oceans onto the land, shaping as a future reality,
time would come to create again the modern Noah’s ark.
The pristine nature was once in the realm of grandeur,
in harmony with its stable innate equilibrium,
the stride of wanton exploitation marches on and on,
if unheeded, it’ll soon cross the sustainability rubicon.
What is our primal purpose
for continuing this troubling relationship?
asked Yang of Yin.
If you are clueless
then you have not been listening
to us
as actively as nondual times would predict,
replied Yin against Yang.
For me,
this purpose is to enjoy Sacred MotherEarth,
but I preferred to hear yours first,
again,
your speaking grace
where silence contemplatively rules,
replied Yang more gently back to Yin.
As we both well know,
for me
each space is time sufficient
for ecological gratitude,
neither mere secular reasons of nature
nor more romantic euphoria of serene spirits
planting as you harvest what we more cooperatively nurture,
defined Yin toward Yang.
We are
this yintegrity of gratitude
for enjoying MotherEarth's outdoor Golden Ruling places
Golden Ratio Voices
Golden Elixir Schools for learning sacred ecology,
ecopolitics of cooperativity
as geese form immigration journeys
as co-emigrant bilateral functions of democracy
riding winds back and forth above waters
washing streams of cooperative fertile time,
integrity of you and me
as spacetime wu-wei We,
sings Yang while Yin dances
through mutually enjoying gratitude,
singing grace
dancing rhythms
of EarthMother's fire-circle ecstasy.
What are primal relationships
for continuing this troubling dance?
asked YinWater under YangWinds
revolving Sacred EarthTime
together integrity.
Some dude from
vinyl city revs engine
of his dirt bike to the max
blasting the air
testosterone roars throughout
his every bone and fiber
broadcasting deafening
nauseating mating clear
*****sapien primal
(atavistic urge) culled dear
ring lee from bajillion
years old genealogy,
sans chromosomal
blueprint in heir
writ tens of thou
sands sieve generations
ah...momentarily, there
pervades a stillness,
which golden imponderable
silence savored heavenly,
gloriously, and fully with delight,
unsure when the next fume ming
fuel blast will excite
the truant high
school kid delinquent
stinting precious
education, viz flight
o' fancy to race beginning
at dawns early light
ear splitting unmuffled
noise pollution,
where exhaust smoke billows
akin to tethered kite
blending with rarified
atmosphere height,
as wisps snake
skyward eventually
getting dispersed amidst bright
amidst soundcloud
clear out of sight,
which brief interlude of quietude
near painful silence to bear
ah...thank dog the
wind in the willows
soon replete with blare
ring blitzkrieg bomb
bard ding doth declare
ring foolish time
wasting youth
desultory cavalierly,
blithely and aimlessly gear
rill less lee spinning away life
with nary a blues clues care!
Deep blood red orange cloud’s,
ethereal dream float,
satin wind carrier of luscious mint,
green hymnody’s deft transport,
Spring hues random loitering,
between gray peeled branches,
chirpy echo squeak,
from red-wing blackbird,
a fragile wafer tin threshold,
golden stream gurgle,
under marsh reeds,
evanescent saline grain haze,
azure ocean tide aroused,
from still wave slumber,
clamshell pearl strewn oyster,
oddments interspersed,
on pockmark sandstone beach,
iridescent canopy of nature trail,
awaits the first blush pilgrim,
who revels in luscious glimpses,
and sumptuous earworm madrigal,
a tantalizing world so close,
glad tiding raptures,
from the camper awakened,
coffee caper bean whiff aromatic,
quencher of dust road harsh throat,
splatter free rapeseed oil,
daub on an iron pan,
wild howl from prehistoric wolf,
so quaint in its primal sweep,
hair-raising backdrop to stir fry meal,
tinplate dollop sated hunger