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Sit down allow me to talk with you for a minute
You look tired
You had a hard day
Let me pray
That your spirit is eased
Let me pray that the way you feel
Will be submissive
To let go and expand your situation
The only thing to be done is valuable and reiterating
Calm down allow me to rub your head
You are still here with me half past dead
Breathe it is okay it happens to everyone
Stress tested will thy kingdom will be done
Hold on your breathing is trying to increase
Don't stop before you release the beast
Your emotions there running down your shoulder
Okay I understand you are older
Life has trampled your decisions
Must I mention
I have always known
Built buildings do fall
And the economy is blown
Shown definitions to many hidden words
Take flight airlines South
Western desserts
Topped with sand cactus
Sticking to your finger
Don't linger with your restless self
Time does make a difference
Now you can see melt
Slowly like ice
lay on my lap
Once you awake to the taste of relaxation stimulating destination
New self
What’s the reason to die, the wise know
In a thousand voices they confide to me
Their valued opinions, but I’m too slow
To capture the truth they can clearly see
One dies, two are born, and it doesn't matter
Who will they become, one may do
The same thing, another may do something better
Until the third comes to change the whole view
But these abstractions seem too grand for me
A new meaning cannot replace the old
I belong to my own, smaller reality
Where her paradise garden my love has grown
There I stay, listening closely to you
To the voice that I know so innately close
Realizing that death isn’t eternal, it too
Comes and goes, in the mess of its time resource
But aren’t we doing the same again?
Reiterating ourselves, we’re expelled
After the rest we are back somewhen
Hearing the voices we know so well.
Habits and powerful addictions,
like love for PositivEnergy,
are not Either
Yes, I am.
Or
No, I'm not,
for most people
about most substances
and behaviors,
changes
and choices.
Vices and virtues,
virtuous Sacred RightBrain Both/And recycling
and viciously reiterating LeftBrain secular Either/Or cycles
live somewhere midway
searching in-between
restoring LeftBrain trusting just resilience
with RightBrain ego-ecobalancing peace,
harmony,
resonance.
LeftBrain chemical addictions
overruling RightBrain sacred RealTime eco-love
of WinWin health-wealth resolutions
can be difficult TippingPoints
to kick
around only with weapons of LoseLose
dissonant anger
and disharmonic fear management
without co-ownership tools,
developmental experience
Without divinely extended harmonic balancing privileges
of Left-Right cooperative bicameral family support,
trust rooted in WinWin cooperative EarthClimate-ownership
and therapeutic ego with ecological political governance
for health management
and wealthy executive
Left with Right
ego/eco balancing
cooperative Yang/Yin functions
skill-sets
rooted in
cooperative
nurturing
matriarchal-wombed NewBorn experience.
PositivEnergy loving more quality
of SacredTime's co-present matriotic investment
and NegativEnergy Yang Patriarchal Addictions less:
Either Yes, I am LeftBrain losing
Or No, but I'm not not RightBrain winning health-wealth yet
Patriarchal Win/Lose Yang
without quite enough
Matriarchal transubstantiating YinYin
WinWin nature-spirits as
Both LeftBrain health, Yes
And RightBrain sacred wealth, Yes
Total Left with Right
Secular StrategicWonder
with Sacred OrganicAwe
cooperative healthyGame/wealthySystem co-integrity
Positiv/NegativEnergy BiCameral PolyPathic
AquaMarine/Green Climate Addictions
To cooperative habits of nature-spirit
egopersonal/ecopolitical
green-historical
identity ultra-violet non-violent empowering
enlightening
Resilient Zero-DNA game/systemic
unfolding WinWin
refolding LoseLose
notnot Addictions.
Only health
and climates
and gods
and goddesses change,
the vast remainder of Time's sacred identities
stand reverently still in HereNow sacred Awe
Addiction.
the last time I laughed uncontrollably was last week at my sister’s house
She and I are identical twins
We were celebrating our birthday
I kept reiterating stories we both knew
Where someone put me down.
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?” from an old lady who was stupid.
Because I weigh forty pounds more than my twin.
A stupid old lady who dresses out at eighty-eight pounds.
Every time I said that my twin and I hooted with laughter.
Here is another one.
“Caren, where did you PUT it?”
I would say this in the snottiest voice of my mother.
Because she said this to me when I was twelve.
I had been sewing a new dress
out of green material with yellow mushrooms.
I loved this dress and kept working on it night after night.
Years later, my mother told me
that Daddy accidentally got grease all over it.
He thought it was a rag and used it to wash the car.
So, she threw it away.
“Caren, where did you put it?”
I still hear my twin laughing.
Fearfully awesome bumps
lumps
crumps
slumps in powerful night
become reassuring natural dynamic spirits
with first overpowering light.
Bumps in angry nights
may retributively escalate punishing
darker climates of mutual lasting Hate,
And milder short-term disassociations,
more competing human Natures
idolized above Earth
invested democratic-rooted Spirits.
More nourishing lumpy souls in awesome dark
may restore and escalate ecojustice,
peacefully reiterative WinWin transactions,
constitutions composed of complementary
cooperatively co-invested smart remarks.
How awesome
your lumpy soul
for long-term loving.
Thank you.
In wondrous applause
of yours as well--
In rewoven reiterating return...
Such mutual cooperations
of admiration associations
has nothing to do
but appositionally outline
fearful awesomely unraveling
epic LoseLose clumps
in disempowering climate nights.
Human slump intentions,
for healing lumps and bumps and crumps
and misaligned trumps,
We right-mind seem more humane
to ecotherapist me
focused on WinWin thrival of communitarian cooperativists
(like everyday Bodhisattva peace warriors
and co-messianic multicultural Earth advocates)
rather than dissonantly distracted
by LeftBrain
RightWing orthodox
Win/Lose survival of the natural=unspiritual
capital-hoarding fattest lump.
As I age
the formerly wide chasm between ecstasy and despair
grows narrower,
deeper.
I had not thought this an attribute of maturation,
quite the contrary,
but perhaps an aging crevice,
a thinning fracture
between played-out manic bliss, over-extended harvest,
and depression
nondually faces two extremes
of positive major chords and keys
with negative minor tensions
searching for each other out and in,
become too vocal, focal
looking for tacit evidence
apposition yet lives
on another side
of this darkening
enlightening
divide.
Dr. Jeckyll's confluence
redeeming Mr. Hyde's dissonance
double-binding midway balance
now become a treacherously tight rope
tensioned for resonance and buoyant bounty,
just short of snapping side against side.
Perhaps wisdom is learning how to equitably co-invest
in both wonder and shock,
without becoming paralyzed in-between these boundless awes,
deep wavering yes and please not yet,
not yet,
carving a gorge
deep echoing sacred reverence
and secular irrelevance,
ecstasy with ridiculing despair,
boundless sufficiency without endless satisfaction,
reiterating eternal integrity
not yet surely promised
beyond potential disintegration.
If solitude portends sublime co-operation,
what remains for aching loneliness?
Who and what could become redeemed
through double-binding isolations
within voiceless awe
for wonder indwelling silent shock
of ego loss
deep shadowing eco-gain?
To win to lose,
to lose to win,
co-arising deceptions again.
Deeply resonant depressions;
subliminal,
suboptimizing ego dominations.
Two delineations
with hairline fracturing co-definition?
What would be blissful contentment's promise
without any dissonant content
for comparison?
What are omnipotent spirits
without ego vacuuming materials,
evidence of necessary,
hopefully sufficient,
deep double-binding awe
that we,
even I within we,
have been something,
someone,
someone's,
rather than the far more statistically likely
nothing at all
evermore.
My future captures my imagination
as my past succumbs to memory.
I imagine winning this economic game
by competing with everyone
and continuing to win unsurpassed
to finally arrive at my goal
alone
no one else anywhere near my self-inflicted finish line,
behind locked doors within my own keyed-up competing mind.
Each day invites my reincarnation
of yesterday and each day before.
Each year reincarnates the prior year,
but now a year older,
and seen from diverse nuance perspectives.
Each life reincarnates prior DNA unfolding lives before,
but now a generation older,
seen from diverse sensory systems across species,
cultures,
languages,
degenerating and regenerating
decomposing and re-integrating.
Each new millennial generation invites resolving reincarnation,
as this trans-generation completes our global energy sharing network,
learning together how we each cooperate our hope for Earth,
for our children, and theirs, and theirs...
for ourselves,
regenerating this Common culture sensed and woven together
more synergetically than possible
on any pre-millennial Earth
Time gravitates toward my future images
and past rememberings
of co-arising confluent discernment,
as Earth's time flows backward
in personal memory
and orthodox
Primal ReGenerative
Original Intent and Designing
Tao Codex.
Universal Uniting Intelligence
rediscovering ourselves
within Earth's ribonucleic elliptical mirror.
Permacultured stories tell of time and place
when and where and why metaphysics and math
were children of polyculture-rooted spirit/breath
development and design,
poetry and scientific revolutions,
dynamic open system ecological evolution,
self- and other-regenerative economies,
self-reiterating bicameral identities,
and seasonal changes,
and day's light warming
over night's dark-dream warnings
of cognitive dissonance emerging
by suboptimizing speciating integrity
of ego within all-embracing supereco
of Left deductive logic and Right inductive analogic
of yang-1 with yin-0
regenerations past still unfolding in generating future
within this Presence gifting now.
As a regular unleaded gaseous,
(i.e. papa's seminal afterthought)
begat male genetically wrought,
I valued myself as naught
with abilities pegged
at being average,
yours truly sought
to camouflage himself
ducked as if a scared mandrake,
and/or, who oft times
didst cower, and shrink wrought
mine puny body
into an homunculus, methought
to imagine myself
as an invisible boy, when cornered
and nearly caught
as dead meat, (especially
when threatened by bullies,
brandishing their taut
fists, this then wimpy
kid never fought
peers that seemed big
as a dreadnaught),
essentially, I wished tubby
totally tubular nonexistent,
and as a poor substitute wrought
natural inclination took root
re: blend with background,
sans wallflower, nee weekly fought
the irresistible urge
to begone, what meth
hood would make
Matthew Scott Harris
permanently vamoose, hmm...
how to stop breath,
thus hit on what seemed
timely novel idea,
without asking Seth
Thomas, viz lit up, asper
starving body to death
hence final solution,
would put to rest,
and terminate subsequent cruel
shocking one after another
electric kool aid acid test
solely predicated on feeling
insignificant at best
basically a sense of resignation
lacking any outstanding trait, lest
you count picking nose,
where underneath desk collected nest
of buggars, thru deep digging,
but never finding gold,
via nasal passage quest,
hence reiterating existential theme,
aye felt no good
even as a nobody,
but more akin
to an unwanted guest
secretly embarking on a
deadly mission fed in part
by lacking athletic skills,
particularly addressed
when sporting rough
necked bruisers oppressed
to destroy any vestige
of self worth, this former
pint size lad,
who lastly mentioned hapt tubby,
the but of every jest.
We each have that early spring
post-matriarchal
un-hibernating
emerging from EarthMother moment,
An awareness memory
of late winter's pregnant demands
to cramp and thrust forward
patriarchally over-powering
in full summer's fertile august strength.
We each have this great green climate moment
of silent anticipation
bringing all our ancients gathered
and returning reborn music
danced in-between winter
and spring's wild awakening
win winning together
seamlessly
All climates marched before
with all moods augustly septumbering behind
health/wealth bicamerally reiterating after
We each share one Great Matriarchal Transition
early springing out all over memory metaphors
of EarthMother's first heart-felt song
sung inside late winter's last hibernating
passive moments of bipolar unconsciousness
Marching into win/lose political
and economic
and personal
and natural/spiritual dipolar climates
and metaphoric moods,
conflicted/restricted voices
heard in slow-jazzed magic soul
As Pisces twins float midway
between healthy swimming heaven
and pathological hell
bi-fractally fifth-dimension
Aquarian EarthClimate ascendent
Emerging pregnant with creative nondual tension
as a regenerating inside/outside new mom moon
Transitional integrity's annual fullness
reborn win-win EarthPatriotic power
of a liberating Virgo's
august appolonian/dionysian
yang/yin
east/west LeftDominant
south/north RightRecessive revolutionary prominent
march toward democratic health/wealth
EarthCentric promise
with 2020 reverse-hierarchical ReVision.
Reborn of FatherNorth
and MotherSouth soils
and ancient DNA fractal regenerations
Zero ZenZone bicameral souls
of jazz dance left springing up and out
with gospel soul sung winter force/source right
Marching reborn
Matriarchal/Patriarch restoring justice,
Non-violent communicating embodied co-passions,
Pisces twins swim-dance immersed
with spiritual gospel win/win Virgin muses
east with west
right early spring left late winter
in grateful green anticipation.
John Lennon was all about peace, love and hope.
Like Ghandi and Dr. Martin Luther King Junior,
he wanted people to get along, to love each other.
His death was the ultimate betrayal of his life.
But in another way, it reminded us of the futility of murder.
Of the horror of it, of the senselessness and the sadness.
I picture him planning his life prior to his arrival.
He agreed to this horrible death knowing it would help the world.
Reiterating everything he taught in his songs.
That we need a Yellow Submarine,
that the world is full of happy people.
That we need love, sweet love.
In his death he was also teaching us.
Forever teaching us.
Thank you John.