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I sidestep the issue, not wanting to speak of it
With one who does not remember
Going through it innumerable times.
An ending? No. A beginning….
Perpetually and forever.
The cyclical dance of death.
She wants to speak of tombs and stones.
I laugh at her ignorance.
Remembering many reincarnations.
The death dance
So optimistic and hopeful.
The ultimate fairness.
New beginnings, with parents and
Dreams starting up in a fresh new way.
I sidestep her absoluteness,
realizing she does not remember.
Thus she cannot understand, and I
cannot abide the gloom and finality
she insists upon espousing.
Written 3-1-2019
Contest: The Death Dance Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
In my safe and healthy climate home
we find
our most effective way
to defensively avoid ballistic violence
in words and aggressive actions
is to begin and end each potential vampiratic day
with cooperative love
for restoring this HereNow SpaceTime
co-redeeming peaceful justice,
gratitude,
positivenergy attitude
active hope to find WinWin opportunities
as stronger faith in tomorrow
composed positively regathering
our LoseLose risks of yesterday
suboptimally WinFewer/LoseEverMore.
Our home-based best in-between
BothLeft/AndRight
EgoYang with EcoYin
defense against toxic mutual co-investment in future LossRisks
are these dawn through dusk daily WinWin
mutually non-violent offensives--
cooperatively reiterative co-articulations
of loving and wondrous and awesome GoodNews wins
and frustrating anti-ecotherapeutic ego-losses.
Perhaps senates and houses,
parliaments and CEOs,
governments and corporations,
incarnations and reincarnations,
might amend our multilateral green rules,
as climate necessary to restore healthy justice,
in this same secular and sacred
liturgically health-seasoned way
of mutually cooperative ecopolitical gratitude.
Morning and evening lights and darks re-visited
as mutually competing predators
for co-investing healthy-wealth,
Dawn and Dusk WinWin
positivenergy democratic health-extension options
massages and hugs
backrubs and footrubs
extending family communion stories
within Sacred EarthTribe's bilateral ecobalancing hands
and dancing revolutionary feet
remembering restoring rhythmed rituals
circling ancient fire-circle batons
of matriarchal-patriarchal wand holders
speaking through smiles
retelling healthy cooperative Ego/EcoWisdom.
EarthTribe humane-divine membership
is only Integrity
of each HereNow ZeroZone
Positive with notnot NegativEnergy
ParadisePotential.
My mother and father stared at each other throughout breakfast.
I dreamed we have lived seven or eight lifetimes together my father said.
My mother was irritated, possibly silently angry.
I could see Christianity bristling up behind her eyes.
She kept her mouth tight and straight, and replied with silent anger.
I had no idea what reincarnation was, but stumbled on it a few years later.
I was almost asleep when I felt my heart beating crazily.
I was in an alley, in Chicago.
It was the 1940’s, and I was a mobster's woman, chased down and caught.
I heard myself gasp as I was thrown down.
My throat was cut quickly from left to right.
I woke up gasping,
knowing this was not a mere dream.
This had happened to me.
To this day, I remember the feelings vividly, and the knowing.
I finally understood why my mother had screamed this to my father.
“Stay out of my dreams!”
For she had dreamed of their seven shared reincarnations too.
They collided
it was fate, destiny, it was rather awkward.
Brief introductions by a third party
led to instant dislike.
It was kismet. It was painful.
She disliked his manner,
he loathed her phony affectations.
From the very start
they kept miles apart.
Ten reincarnations later
it got no better.
Eventually a fickle fortune
placed then in a broken elevator
four hours alone together,
a centuries-old hostility
finally evaporated
hearts melted.
A spiritual attraction
revealed to them
that they had always been
soul-mates!
They got hitched in a hot-pepper fever
It was love at last-sight,
it was not right,
it was a fatal karma
soon they plotted
to murder each other.
One was killed dead,
the other went to bed
happier.
gently they breathed in and out
reached the tantric mountain
true to the core of all energies combined
prophets of doom came to the hills
eager to dispel the impermanent truth
that yoga is a type of faith
in body mind and soul
but the words they dangled
were only empty oracles
cross legged lotus flowers
opened consciousness and the conscience
that the earth sun and moon
are mere reincarnations of beauty
Shiva and Shakty
captured the breath of all winds
fired by passion
until the tempest subsided
and called for more
13th August 2021
Buddha is deeply listening
My esteemed teacher
kindly reminds me,
"To see the master
not as a [merely natural] human being,
but as the Buddha himself,
is the source [and resource]
of highest blessing."
But,
not necessarily the deepest blessing
for all EarthBodies
seeking spiritual multicultures
of regeneration.
For ecofeminists,
reincarnations of The Buddha,
win/win green
yet still appearing
and reappearing Male,
Remains win/lose disappointingly dissonant
with Padmasambhava's Promise,
"Complete devotion
brings complete blessing;
absence of doubts
[especially about issues of health and environmental safety]
brings complete blessing;
absence of doubts
brings complete [win/win] success."
It concerns me,
this universally intended
therapeutic resolution
for optimizing spiritual enlightenment
for all internal multicultural valuers
Still,
in the town where you live,
in the heart you won't give,
fails to recognize
a healthy green new deal
ecofeminist
may find it easier
if Master
were maybe more Matriarchal,
If male characteristics of The Patriarchal Buddha
could give more multiculturing room
to daughters and sons
and all trans-sensory in-between buddhas
and Positive Deviant Messianic EcoDesigners
and Feminist Carpenters
and Restorative Green Justice ReCyclers
and Climate Health Activists
Matriarchal Teachers
primally schooled by MotherEarth,
Goddess Gaia
Green NonPartisan CoPassionate Communicators
CoOperators
Win/Win Ego/EcoSystemic L/R dipolar gamers,
PolyPhonically conscious
of PolyPathic amusing thought experiments
spiritual
and sensual
and sensory
As Buddha,
deeply ecofeminist
and widely multicultural, listens.
Her heartbeat echoes like a love moan in my mind,
summoning centuries of refined romanticism soulfully enshrined,
the contralto of her voice a fillatio upon the cock of my consciousness,
through her eyes I see that mystery is the Mistress of meaning beyond regress,
my manly mouth serenades & suckles the rosy pussy of her prophecy, homage cunnilingus,
revelations irresistible in their heretical invigorations excite our imaginations
as we fornicate a ferocious forsooth soothsaying love's reincarnations,
a vignette of virility forthcoming from fate's far side fortifications
presents a primal promise in paranormal inceptions,
Premonitions primitive in heart heat paint
streak the skin of our desire to design an indigenous heaven,
flesh tones warm fast and feral revealing a vitality of spirituality that tongues detonate,
the Universe blooms into a Multiverse as she spreads her spell of star spice scintillation
onto my ripened body rendering her rites fertile in rich freight,
within the brain's wildfire I feel her unction,
Becoming the shaman of our secret skin ceremony
I invoke the spirit of solar youth into veinage voracious for passion's patronage,
sanctifying the unifying lust between the bodily and ghostly unlicensed liberty,
shadow temple of temptation gives offering of blood and song from astral page,
death dream extremes fire hot ejaculation of divine vindication into cosmogony
as she and I have won our now with a win over age,
My Love Muse is more than a woman
she is a savage seduction and a sacred sweetness,
a Goddess of her own Cause...a lover known as Poetess,
her name changes from lifetime to lifetime, yet she is always beauty shown -
J.A.B.
You aren’t allowed to look into my eyes
And find my shades of brown.
To span into my inseparable planets and walk
on their landscape if you cannot stand your ground.
To articulate my soul’s horizons and expect the
tribes of my heart to identify with the warriors of your smiles.
You have mounted prints on my skin that
I cannot allow you to be on a desperate pursuit.
We are walking on celestial miles.
This distance is an eternal migration. A surreal outrage.
A magazine clipping holding our narrative
Of how we could be more ancient.
If we are humanity, then this our homage.
This desire can’t be understood by any traditional language.
I dance in the aromas of your paranoid fears.
Repress our super-life in hopes to meditate in our under-life.
Be in my reincarnations and leave me in
Suspense of what has been hidden.
This prehistoric jungle is visible.
Collect the heritage of our abstract wildlife
And try to stop the waterfalls of my being.
Because I like wondering what you are talking about
With my mind’s paintings.
You aren`t allowed to know my tree’s crown
But keep describing the sunlight by always watering and kissing me.
{XM}
Amazon Link:
https://www.amazon.com/Talk-like-Painting-social-trilogy/dp/1093118938
Firstly Published on 2019 by Outcast Magazine
Outcast Mag link:https://outcastmag.com/volumes/once-upon-a-time/allowed/
To find an island floating somewhere in the middle of the ocean shall I go following the water as it flows? In spring, as a flower with the color of scarlet, violet, or canary; in summer, mount on the cloud passing by; in autumn, drifting along a secluded inlet for a while, then as a fallen leaf, shall I go following the water as it flows and find an island floating somewhere in the middle of an ocean?
To recover a long gone lost time shall I become a moon and stars and trail the traces of ever so many bitter and sweet memories? From a remote village in a deep mountain, send my regards through a bird’s song and await the good news coming with a cricket’s chirp, and if it become that there is no story left to tell or hear any news from the other side of mountain consider it as the time to let my dear memories go, or shall I remain as a moon and the stars in the night and trail the traces of my memories to recover a long lost time?
Then, one day, a high wind rises from the nether world, in jet-black armor, mounted on a black charger holding a lance under his arm, rushes at me, and pierces and scatters the worries, anguishes, and pains that of this worthless life has had well acquainted with, with his lance and horse’s hooves, I shall stand on the top of the hill as fluttering weather-beaten shreds of banner, and when the wind falls I shall live as neither the sun, no a moon nor the stars, but without a word, the will, or the cognition, on other side of paramita* the land of eternity.
*Nirvana [Paramita]: 1. Buddhism: freedom from the endless cycle of personal reincarnations, with their consequent suffering, as a result of the extinction of individual passion, hatred, and delusion: attained by the Arhat as his goal, but postponed by the Bodhisattava. 2. Hinduism: salvation through the union of Atman with Brahma; moksha 3. a state of freedom from pain, worry, and the external world. The Random House College Dictionary. 1980. U.S.A.
Exactly where and when does Ego begin,
my creation story introduction,
preface;
and is there anything in there about a sequel?
Identity of EarthLight co-revolving HeavenlyPower,
autonomic memory unfolding Ego's deep storage capacity,
regeneratively biased in favor of time's continuance,
dipolar dynamics of balance and crown/root harmony,
resilient LeftBrain-function rooted in Elder RighTime's
seasons of light and dark hemispheric
horizons
Dawning birth through adorescents
climax trending outside light
and inside power systems
To and from autumnal adulthood
on through death's disbirth
decomposing interior/exterior processing trends,
sacred liturgy of one benighted day's lifetime
Reviewing regenerative exterior experiential enlightenment
with fertile body empowerment
Sinking deeply into MindBody Great Transition
(0)-soul ZenTime of Yang/Yin co-arising elation,
surfing love of regenerating Ta(0)Time ourself
reincarnations of all matriarchal RNA generations
before LeftBrain verbal history,
children of MotherEarth's multiculturing Tribes,
sharing caring TransPresent bicameral intelligence,
deep communion restorage
RE: mindbody light investment
and mind v body disempowering divestment
for/of/with/toward future safe love health
v. unsafe hate pathology
TO: YangCrown/YinRoot identify bicameral flowstreams
of neuro-sexsensory win/win incubators,
now evolving toward polypathic co-binary maturation
of multi-paradigmatic EarthHealth,
sacred ecology's love-wealth
ReVisiting dawning SunLight's
deep dusky EarthPowers
nonviolent lust for enlightened
nonverbal trust of empowered
indigenous Holy Nature-Spirits
panentheistic EarthBody/AnthroMind
regenerative communication trends.
SEQUEL: Exactly where and when
LeftBrain verbally dominant
Straight White over-capitalized
run on and on and on
HisAnthroStory
begins
Our eternally salvific
EarthMother ReCreation Story
enlightened SunLight preface
empowering holy-spirit refaced
Elder-RightTrained EarthPower
adorescent neurosystemic sequel
PREQUEL: Don't global light-bulb push it.
Empower more local bushy feel