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Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Stakes Root Deeper
When the stakes
are life on Earth,
all else is a diversion.
Susan Murphy Roshi
Here we have co-invested stakes
nondualing claims
of sacred and secular health causes,
and disinvested destroying diversions,
perversions,
distortions,
dismay,
retributions.
Susan Murphy is a Zen teacher,
so diversions from shared stakes
are Empty LeftBrain Egos,
like sound
and sight
and feeling
of one hand clapping,
slapping away life's co-investing stakes,
invitations,
resources for gratitude,
positive health attitude.
Interdependent stakes,
claims of concelebrating life as healthy
over ego-supremacist death as pathological,
are RightBrain intuited
Personal Knowledge,
eisegetical sacred feelings
that each Ego extends
our other hand of EcoEarthOther clapping
in co-arising nondual return.
Both hemispheres,
each sweeping
slapping
clapping
back and forth,
emptiness and interdependence,
YangStrength and YinFlow,
FatherSun and SacredEarth's HolySpirit,
Now, in this critical transition time
in-between Eden's restoring ecotherapies
and FallenEden's re-attributing ego-traumas
Ego pride of accumulating and hoarding investments
in this personal life
does to family and community health
what AnthroPride of disinvestment
away from Earth's divine ecological nature
does to homosapiens
and all sacred DNA-enscribed cousins,
And to our RNA fractally resonant holonic stakes
for eating,
refueling,
absorbing,
restoring rhythms and seasonal light-dark patterns,
Including sounds of two bicameral hands
concelebrating sacred life
on
and within
and flying
and spinning restore-destroy spirals
above
and beyond
SacredEarth.
January 27 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 28-29
Key Verse – Exodus 28:36 And thou shalt make a plate of pure gold, and grave upon it, like the engravings of a signet, HOLINESS TO THE LORD.
FAITH IN GOD WHO CALLS US TOWARD HIS HOLINESS
God calls us toward His holiness by His divine anointing
As He brings us to His fellowship for spiritual meeting
With His salvation-assurance, eternally supporting
Along driven faith for our altar of sacrifice-uplifting.
God calls us toward His holiness by His sinless offering
As He cleanses us midst His blood-washed suffering
With His purification in our revival-flaring
Along propelled faith for our consecration’s continual gearing.
God calls us toward His holiness by His effective sanctifying
As He commands us that His Word we should keep on obeying
With His Scriptural truths, indeed worth-relying
Along increasing faith for our commitment in fervent praying.
God calls us toward His holiness by His marvelous making
As He upholds us to be faithful stewards in His working
With His strength amidst trials while to His covenant, sticking
Along devoted faith for our testimony to glow against temptation-blinking.
God calls us toward His holiness by His righteous appraising
As He pours to us His abundant supply and blessing
With His joyful redemption against sinful oppressing
Along Biblical faith for our worship of grateful praising.
God calls us toward His holiness by His powerful touching
As He speaks to us through His preaching
With His doctrines we learn in discipleship’s teaching
Along growing faith for our involvement in Gospel out-reaching.
God calls us toward His holiness by His everlasting calling
As He lets us experience His love, never failing
With His wisdom, mercy, and care for our refueling
Along guarded faith for our service that He is always fulfilling.
January 27, 2025
I'm not sure what Freud's Pleasure Principle is all about,
or was about Health and Safety;
Whether it's in
or out,
Whether hedonistic
and narcissistic
or the mundane
secular
capitalist
corporate product
of efficient sexual therapy
and heartless entertainments.
Whether the Principle is applicable
only to secular masters
for optimal "sacred rights" experience
Or also accessible to sacred slaves
as our secularized vocation
to provide for our nasty property owners,
Whether it is the primary purpose
of capitalism's efficient,
if ruthlessly competitive,
corporate monocultural deformation
into post-climax apathy
and cynicism
and cruel and unusual punishments,
Yet, somehow,
as I merge into this stream
of organic fossils
still miraculously refueling,
I am sure this Pleasure Principle,
Beacon of Health and Safety Bliss,
Paradise Pursuit
Could only be entered
by those wise enough to recognize
it is cooperatively
globally
multiculturally owned,
managed interfaith communion,
interdependently experienced
and multiplied
Into raptures
of organic/cosmic
internal/external climates
of and for personal
political
economic
ecological
theological
neurological win/win Climax
Of spaciated bilateral Time
dynamically equals revolutionary bicameral Space
in NonZero-Sum
open-holistic yet still emergent
equipoise waves
of self/other co-conscious
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-intentional
co-operative comm-union comm-unication.
Well,
thanks for sharing all that.
De nada;
my Pleasure.
Memory-rejuvenating…
Though fading, they evoke exuberance
of childhood achievements, verily delighting
midst milestones of might, mercy and miracles
while emerging triumphant from falls
to gain high fives, surpassing Olympic medals---
Oh, that was me with my Mom and Dad, very supportive
after my Kindergarten speech, successful by their directive!
Nostalgia-refueling…
Albeit decades of storage, they assert
adolescence-propelled vibrancy
inviting me to yearn for sports exhibitions or
outdoor games and festive celebrations
where vigor, valor, and vitality prevail---
Wow, that was me with my siblings, fully dressed
as courageous cowgirl and cowboys, indeed blessed!
Oblivion-renouncing…
Despite discoloration-attack
they keep on resurrecting every
family-bonding and faith-fervency fellowship
never to be buried in forgetfulness
along modern digital photography---
Oh, that was me with our clan, so filled with mirth
during big brother’s wedding, beyond royalty’s worth!
Throwback-refreshing…
Against complete fading, they deserve
restoration as precious treasures
recording jubilant events kept in the hearts
reinforcing occasions lingering in the minds
reminding goodness, greatness and graciousness of God---
Yes, that was me with loved ones, singing praises* to the Almighty
assured by His promise of eternal life and redemption toward eternity!
*Psalm 95:1 O come, let us sing unto the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
September 18, 2024
3rd place, "Letters or Photographs" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 10/5/2024
My soul is an ocean..
I wade in euphoric waters all day
In my dreams I am a traveler
But when awoken I come to life
I swim along as the hours pass by
Until again I drift off into the night
Do you think it should be reversed?
Am I dreaming or awake?
Some think that it is a curse but
Against the grain is the bed that I make
My soul is an ocean..
I am at one with my mind
I might be human
A mere traveler by moonlight
To pass by the time
But in my heart I am sublime
Thoughts are waves
My feelings are the currents
I'm constantly wading, awaiting
Refueling in the waters that give me life
Tide pools for eyes
When you look at me am I there?
I am not lost
My soul is just an ocean..
When she first energetically read about Energy
She realized she was also less emptily
aptically
entropically studying absence of NegativEnergy.
As she became a more PositivEnergy Mentor,
She noticed she was unbecoming
a NegativEnergy pathologist.
As she became known
as a community-rooted steward
facilitator
guide for locally-owned PositivEnergy resilience
She understood she was also divesting
from WinLose chaos
ZeroSum anarchy
climate pathology.
As she became internationally famous
as Queen of cooperatively-owned PositivEnergy Soul,
She became bilaterally conscious
of WinWin locally produced solar panels,
wind turbines,
surfing hydropowers
refueling Green EcoSchools
and villages,
landscaped roofs
and community gardens
inviting and producing
waterfalls of cooperatively-owned
resilient Green Grace.
Nos so much Red RightWing extractive
patriarchal DisGrace.
When I am gone,
in winter's timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time's healing space
refueling mortal rememory?
When you peer here
in summer's eternal play
what could I begin feeling
in such sadly glad sanctifying
pre-winterizing grace
In spacious golden
compassioned imaginations,
thoughtfully rebuilt
green cooperative restorations
Softening fear of sacred matriarchal loss
and not enough attention
Anger's trauma scars
replaced with AnthroHope
we might, one day,
receive EarthMother's
health and safe wealth dope
honorable midsummer mention
Fair-weathered
and rich-soiled
divinely humane
transtheistic rooted
polyvagal neuro-systemic structure
rebooted
Bilaterally reset
to sacred indigenous Win/Win
summer/winter
anticipating souls.
I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit through co-arising windows
of wombed opportunity
and wounded risk.
Yet, I wonder,
as I converse with bicamerally horizontal trees
and bipartisan
heart-trunk
refueling bushes
Each breathing in productive fuel
and breathing out consumer satisfaction,
or not so much
each regenerating and decomposing season
How far more winter dormant alike
our summer summoned season reasons
than neuro-diversely different
are RNA's DNA younger crowning branches
of sacred Earth's polypathic
root systemic treasons
LoveLife framed
resiliently entering and exiting
through co-arising windows
of wombed win/win
cooperative opportunity
springtime roots
and wounded win/lose
competitively risky
autumnal leaving crowns.
Sometimes the person inside tries to break free,
Tainting the world and all that I see.
Running from myself , I find that I can not hide.
Is anybody out there in which I can confide.
Traveling through my time here
I wonder when my time shall draw near.
And sometimes I fear.
Who am I
Am I flying too high.
Each day that I survive
Means another day alive
Here in the land of the free
All the riches I'll never see
Take it from me.
The days keep passing me by
Brings the age to my eye.
The scars
Like the stars
A road map to the unknown.
A lifetime you've grown
Who am I to ask
Is life another task.
The trail is but one way.
Trying to make it a little further each day.
Now my hair is gray.
Mortality grows real.
Changes the way you feel
Makes you stop and think
From the pool of knowledge you seek to drink.
What lies ahead
I feel no dread
I sit here and ponder instead
Passing beyond the sorrow.
I step into tomorrow.
Life begins anew
The inner strength on which I drew
Refueling my soul
My only goal.
Love, life, gone with the passing of time.
Looking for that one rhyme
That speaks out
The world will want to shout
Words of the wise
Come in disguise
Hard to see
But may set you free