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HE IS the WORD made FLESH, causing POETRY.
in lines of phi relativity.
Giving Haven, SANCTRUERY.
THE URGE
embellishing upon PLODE-DRAVEN.
The I AM, Inconceivably.
Life's hunger, he flourishes,
with variety's relish, he nourishes appetit
WITH SEASON, to taste at her warmly tit.
He smiles at his BRIDE, in an indescribable way.
The golden glow of LOVE, in auric_rippled face,
speaking in braille of thunder, phrase.
Neverending verse, mystery glazed
with reverberating reason-aburst, ablaze.
He illustrates in Winter, Fall, Spring, Summer.
THE AUTHOR THE CREATOR.
THE POET.
THE ANCIENT OF DAYS
To dip our pails in the waters of Life
and reach the stars of heaven in our reason
and slide around the Lunar light
with the galaxy known within our season
To ride the universe and it’s rifts
to understand particles in microverse
and soar in mind to celestial lifts
wherein science proves it’s worth
To understand the dynamics of law
to probe the fields of creation
held within the cosmic maw
within truth and imagination
Protons, muons , neutrinos and quarks
vision to see beyond our soul
with their action conception sparks
the stuff of nature mind does probe
the second law of thermodynamics it’s fascination
unified field theory and relativity
prove the clause of universal creation
demonstrates truth in all we see
the mind seeks truth in all it’s fields
the phenomena of existence and time
til consciousness and knowledge reveals
and Intangics exist within our mind
The fields of theory are delicious
the ceaseless seeking the Son sublime
when it substantiates all our wishes
prove that truth is a precious find
Yeah no biblical source for this only 8yrs of Science
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox.
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”
The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you in scriptures and prayers,
The moderns doubted you in so many facts and proofs.
Absolute truth
your a hidden treasure in the dark.
I’ve been searching for you with a lantern and a map.
Absolute truth, a misty mountain peak,
We’ve been climbing towards you
with a rope and a pick.
Absolute truth, a real puzzler
and a wonder.
We’ve been solving you with a clue and a key.
The enlighteners searched for you
in nature and reason
The romantics sang about you
in passion and vision
Whereas existentialists certainly questioned you
in freedom and action.
Absolute truth: are you actually still alive and relevant today?
You’ve been inspiring us with
your beauty and your grace.
Absolute truth, you are most diverse and multifaceted.
You’ve been expressing yourself
in every culture and every race.
Absolute truth, you are so complex and yet, paradoxical.
You’ve been challenging me
to question and embrace.
The analytics dissected you in symbols and many signs.
Whereas continentals explored you
in history and culture.
Yes, those postmoderns deconstructed you
in relativity and plurality.
Absolute truth, you invite us to seek
doubt, affirm, and critique.
You show us the value of
curiosity and humility.
Absolute truth: you challenge us to
dialogue, dignity, listen, respect, and appreciate.
You teach us of the importance of
diversity and empathy.
Absolute truth, you call us
to transcend, transform, love, and willingly serve.
You lead us to the ultimate goal of harmony and peace.
The scientists explain you in matter and energy,
The believers proclaim you in faith and grace,
The artists create you in beauty and meaning.
But the needle spins wildly, a chilling impart…
"Absolute Truth is a compass with a broken heart."
In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground
penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves
of residential school children. These children were taken from their homes
by force, beaten, raped, and killed, and buried in unmarked graves in what
is called the Sixties Scope. As an Ojibway girl, I watched too.
In a Manitoba church basement archeologists detected fourteen possible
graves sites thinking they could be human remains of children.
Some in the community said let the dead rest, others demand justice for
these children taken by the government. Is there relativity in digging up
the remains after all this time?
I have screamed to the sky at each revealed grave, why! Oh, no time can
erase the hurt and pain of the Indigenous people. This is part of the history
of Canada. No words can ever remove it. Yes, it happened, it was real !
It’s the little things you notice
That make other little things in life shine.
Like an overflowing outhouse somewhere else
Makes the flush toilet at home seem great
And how this little thing
Makes you appreciate the greatness of a life
You may have disparaged out of familiarity.
The bottom line is it can always be worse,
But as our day to day life just gets better,
Softer and more luxurious
It’s easy to see our life as terrible
When others see it as blessed.
So which is it? Whose subjective view?
Beauty, comfort and appreciation,
Is always in the eye of the beholder.
Go with the flow they say,
Appreciate what you’ve got,
Because it can always get worse…
(8/16/26)
I treasure the moments
when my eyes catch an animal
hopping through a field of flowers
or even just a plain field.
In my headspace,
I metaphorically become both
the field and the rabbit.
Jumping through a field of flowers
feels like an intrusive jubilation
a sudden burst of hope,
a quiet sign that all will be well.
But a plain field speaks differently.
It feels dry. Unwell.
No bloom.
Lacking light.
And yet,
the rabbit is always there.
A blameless, alluring creature,
with a purity beyond human
comprehension or relativity.
Though the field may be plain,
and wary,
there is always hope nearby
maybe just a hop, skip,
and a jump away.
But always there.
The Waves of Time
Lying here on my luminous beach.
So heavenly soft, I declare I am resting on cotton candy.
Too ecstatic and in a state of mystical relativity.
Listening to the fingers of the sea, massage the shores with utmost
tenderness.
The umbrellas made of bamboo leaves, play a sea sonata for me.
Hasten! Do lie with me on this beach of magical dreams.
We'll just grasp hands fervently and allow body and soul to traverse
the universe, giftedly
And acquiesce in wonder as the waves of time to baptize us!
In a star-dusted,gardenia-filled,most fragrant,
exotic, and total wondrous majesty and wanderlust!
October 4, 2019
Her mind took another fanciful gaze.
Beyond her imagination.
Into the relatively of the time space continuum.
Is it all relavent?
She asked herself.
What about time?
Did space create time?
or
Did time create space?
Was time before creation?
or
Did creation create time?
Was time infinitely wired; continually before time?
or
Was time infinitely wired; continually through time?
What about space?
Does time keep on ticking through space?
or
Is space keeping the time ticking?
If space stopped the continuum of time.
Would time stop the continuum of space?
If space continued through time.
Would time continue through space?
Her mind took another fanciful gaze.
Beyond her imagination.
Questioning the relativity of the time space continuum.
What do you question, my friends?
Healthy robust meditation,
taught
in diverse schools of thought,
theological
through ecological,
biological,
psychological
sociological
and neurological,
begins with correct posture.
But, "correct" does not mean
only one orthodox way.
Correct
is more about medians
favoring balance,
centering practice
rather than evangelical means.
Correct
accommodates diversity,
cultural differences and deviations
and universal similarities
of humane bicameral consciousness.
Correct posture,
like correct theology
and correct understanding
of ecological relationship,
is about polyphonic correlation
and not monoculturing stagnation.
Yet, correct posture,
correct health care,
correct political and economic relationships,
are not merely subjective,
not barely "relative"
Any more or less than correct theories of relativity
are merely subjective,
chaotic,
degenerative,
entropic.
Rather, correct postures,
frames,
forms of discernment,
notice,
healthy curiosity,
good humor,
structure,
transparent networks,
resilient systems,
are correct
as they are in left/right
west/east
north/south
inside/outside
ego/eco balancing relationship,
noticing tipping points
Toward Yang's natural revolutions
in mountainous significant space
and Yin's spiritual evolutions
co-arising spiraling valleys of time
Where polypathic relationship
correctly resonates
polyphonic resilience.
Questions that can't be Answered
vs Answers that can't be Questioned.
It is not up to you to choose.
Which side of self is the
darkside of the room?
PRC-13, Theta Bravo.
Ideas Satellite-, a skull shaped moon.
Light, is it beaming?
Do you choose for yourself, sensitivity.
Scheming.
Relativity.
Double dealing.
Do you choose them, to live your
conscience for you?
Over sunsets cover, lies are lies,
but all one truth.
Starblind.
Starstruck.
Eyes are eyes, but the World sees better than you.
Especially we, visionaries-true.
Here is our wisdom.
Do not pre-judge "the lost",
they deserve a future-with our protections too.
Although,
it would be interesting to know,
"how does silence come by you?"
Is it the relaxing, kind?
Peaceful, isn't it.
A one way transmission is how
refection can work, like a mirror, image,
of the Beast, in you.
As for the suggestion box contributors, YELPing.
We do not need programming suggestions.
You need ours in double helping.
Just sit down and STFU.
You are now a Terrorist,
held for questioning.