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It starts in silence.
Deep down.
Where listening lives.
Not words—
older.
Older than moons wept for their orbit.
She stands.
No mask.
No shield.
The world draws—
at her edges.
And she…
glows.
Shimmers to the slow whisper of tide,
to the hush calling for motion.
She IS motion.
A drip of sun on glass.
The hush of time
on a once-sharp stone.
She is not the chisel—
She is the hand.
The one that stays.
That forgives the shaping.
She moves…
and the world remembers.
Look at her.
See how she folds
into the curve of living.
Notice how the moon
spills silver
at her feet—
a secret
not secret at all.
She does not disappear.
She be-comes.
She warps gravity—makes it gentle.
Softens the sharp.
Tells the story of passing through.
The world is not vacant.
It anticipates.
Contains the not-yet.
Provides space for the arriving.
Soft things survive.
Not by volition.
Not by designation.
And when she breaks—
she does not b
r
e
a
k.
She leans
until the edge…
learns to yield.
No splinter.
Only rewrite.
She doesn't crush—
She s m o o t h s.
She instructs the solid
to shift.
She becomes the line
between sky and sea—
the hands that move the light.
No end.
Only motion.
No limit.
Only stretch.
To yield
is to know what comes next.
To break—
is to bloom.
Light seeps through every crack she leaves—
spills its soft insistence,
a gift.
She makes abundance
from absence.
She holds the unholdable.
She calls it—
grace.
She is the hush
before the quake.
The breath
of wet stone.
The mirror
in the sky’s long stare.
She is all of it—
the tremble,
the hush,
the quiet power
remaking the world.
Call her nothing.
Call her hymn.
Call her motion.
Watch her move—
unseen.
Unheard.
The quiet force.
The current beneath.
Rebuilding the world.
Two and a half million seconds
That’s how long we were told to put our lives on hold
To have to seclude ourselves from the world
From our friends and family
Two and a half million seconds
Of no working
No restaurants
No activities
No learning
Two and a half million seconds
Of buying toilet paper
And face masks
And bottled water
And ramen noodles
Those two and a half million seconds
Are filled with panic
And anxiety
And anger
And questions
Two and a half million seconds
Spent washing your hands
And practicing social distancing
And watching the news
And praying for your loved ones
Two and a half million seconds
Was what we were told on March 13th
Far sooner than anyone expected
Far harsher than we could believe
Two and a half million seconds later
Will things be different?
Will our lives be back to normal?
Will it be safe to be around others?
Two million seconds later:
Things have not gotten better
They have only gotten worse
And the world is still scared
Two million seconds later
They make a new announcement
“Continue what you are doing
For an additional three weeks”
We thought we were halfway done!
That grocery stores could be restocked
That graduation could still go on
That track season wouldn’t be canceled
That we could see our friends soon
In these two million seconds we’ve
Lied to our parents about where we’re going
Bought a dress only to miss prom
Disregarded the 6 foot rule
Cried over the lost experiences
Two and a half million seconds
Turned into four and a half million seconds overnight
Two and a half million seconds more
To try to survive this mental game
Two and a half million seconds?
What a joke
It wasn’t two and a half million seconds
It was so much more
That two and a half million seconds
Became our last semester
And our entire summer
And the beginning of the next year
If you really want to know
What that number actually is
How much time has gone by
It’s fourteen million seconds.
And now we’ve come to the point
Where we aren’t waiting for an end
But rather remaking our lives
So we no longer have to suspend
Integral Therapeutic Practice (ITP),
brought to us by Ken Wilbur,
and systems theoretical colleagues,
responds, with win/win communication skills,
to chronic RightWing/LeftBrain dominant
nihilistic narcissistic
predative colonizing
win/lose trauma,
personal local
and also international
Earth global
Anthro-supremacist
monotheistic
monocultural
monopolistic
monstrously unchanging violence
rooted in Patriarchal political
and Capitalist economic
oppression
of universal-unitarian
peace restorative
ecofeminist worldviews
Emerging liberal loving
and green conservational
ego/eco
inside/outside
concave/convex
bilaterally systemic
Co-passionate health and safety
grows Earth-Tribally
panentheistic
organic
sacred communionation,
eco-political creolization
Synergetic Health Practice
is root chakra sacred
EarthMother positive attachment centered
in mind/body integral
inside ego-spirit
outside eco-nature
co-passioning indigenous wisdom
Featuring Holonic Open EarthSystem
polyculturally deepening
and co-empathic widening
worldview wealth
Restoring humane mental health care
giving Yang strength
while receiving Yintegral Therapeutic Practice
Practice inhaling
then exhaling
ReConnecting in/ex-haling
win/win revolutions
nurturing Golden HealthCare Rules,
doing inside
what you would also appreciate
from outside
ReLigioning synergetic
multicultural mind/body silent songs
and cosmic moon-raising dances
of bicameral hearts
with bi-hemispheric minds
co-passioning
Sacred EarthHealing Practice
cooperative practice
co-investment practice
Ecological wealth development
practiced again
revolving again
spiraling deep soul universal
wide-natured unitarian
panentheistic integrity again
Organic resilience again
Regenerative health care
practicing win/win
yang/yintegral
reiterative communications
revolving holy EarthTribe communion
again
Remaking Earth
liberal in polycultural loving
conserving cooperative communications,
healthy again...
What a ***** to find time to creep into another woman's bed
or maybe a rat to scurry under my feet for cheese and bread
askin for two shots ina each her toe, knee, chest, and head
Mi na ramp wit dem tings deh fi nobody but my own
My mother told me dat every man will chase fa gold
He'll climb til his youngest grandchild is grey and old
So why be one rat when you can be a Queen
mek him reach fa yu instead of looking cabinets between
Queen had to brush my teeth and wash my face
I had to fluff my pillows and pray for the day
Reminiscing on the bull**** that i just had to lay
Another day on this mutha****in paper chase
As horny as i thought i was i felt my walls pulsing
when i read " till her pussy dry and swollen"
But as i read on... i realized someone was cloning
Remaking the same NIGGA over and again
The life of a rap star. Does that mean you pimp
Does that mean I can ask you questions just like that hoodrat *****
You say you like what you see but you willing to fight yourself
One taste of this Queen melt yo Pimp Heavyweight belt
I told you your style was dope that i hadn't seen one in a while
a while meaning a year, said behind the same sly smile
Maybe that's the b.f you speak of that i'm creeping you with
the one that you reminded me of... with all these hot lyrics
I stay searching for real niggas because they seek me out too
They want a reminder we still exist even across a border or two
my single ass skipped the class on Game but made it to period two
the class on Guns, Poetry, Money, & Family.There were only me and you.
I thought.... Well damn, Any other real niggas but just a few?
Am i the only female left? Does no one have a clue?
That sex is all good from jump and beyond but money got me boo
Even if you aint got the green, ****, help me get on too
or point me in the direction of who to talk to
I'm getting a little Too fresh, it seems, for you
let me switch up my sexxxy back since I only gave you verse two
I ALMOST –IT’S JUST ALMOST
Obsession with obscurity objects-obtruding my offering
Friends and families framed in my fairytales-hiding my fears
Scared to show the true colors-waiting to be validated and valued by vanity
Lost love, rooted in rooms with no windows-lack of wisdom cost me to loss all
Wives whispering wishes, wishing wrong words where never sown in sight
Now covered in fame and fancy fantasies, facts are now factions to my sight
I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith
I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love
I have become prodigal with your presence-my desires deceived me
I have become my cravings, lost the course of life-purpose of living
I live in shadows of life covered in pleasure, luxury, and leisure-void soul
Truth is now trauma to my spirit because I now live a lie as truth, absent from truth
Religious with rituals without relationship or righteousness to relate to: please help
Born from fallen generation, searching in dark places, sightless from light-blindness
I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith
I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love
You are the place I call home, you are the joy and peace I hunger for
I am now shrinking because I have lost your presence-relocate me back to you
Perception perfumed by ignorance, producing pitfalls with self-justifiable-painful
Please return me to the well of the creator, drinking fresh waters – refreshing
Review my identity, pass the past, projecting present into future-vision restored
Broken pieces, broken pot, broken heart, broken life into the potters hands, remaking
I almost lost my life if it was not for you; I almost lost faith if it was not for your faith
I know you love me, please take me back, I almost lost your footsteps of life and love
Who am I
to give Light's sway
to Earthly kindness?
Who am I
to praise
love's bold told synergy?
sun sung soprano
diva voiced
Through life's more challenged
LeftBrain capitalized energies
fearing dark base shunning
echoing not yet mind dead
predicting bare survival choice.
Yet choice
may here
and there be wrongly voiced
regarding numerous sins
without apparent othered victims
preferring to expand
win/win resilient
thriving to rejoice
is obviously more brilliant
Restoring justice
non-verbally unchoiced
sacred Whole Identity Systems
could become our mind repletely full
of fertile health solutions
reseen as wealthier
when just-right
choice
To avoid further trauma narratives
degenerating loss
losing fried-out markets
to support a regenerating win/win land
where 1 is not
not also 0 empty nonchoice
out to sea
In/out
Back/forth mindful
of timely voice
sung sapient and signed silent
inside thoughtful
Integrity's rejoice
For resiliently healthy
universally salvific
synergetic
win/win wealthy
making
Baking
up-shaking
frosting on the cake
remaking
Abating win-1 to lose-0
less than restoring resonant kindness
Yang and Yin's binomial rebalance
choice
When mindful with this quest
for who are We to give
Light's empowering sway
to Earth-compassioned
wealthy choice?
Of faith
We're all doing our therapeutic best
toward a trauma prevention Earth
easing off inside loathing diatribes
becoming Kindness Tribe
full-voiced
Curiously repeating
How do we already
give Light's empowering sway
to grow Earthy kindness?
To know
when our mindful care
leaves just enough time
to generously let go.
Things One and Two
visited Fitness Planet Earth,
a land of milk and honeyed promise
NonJudgement NonZero ego-health zone
for nonviolent communication,
Emergent win/win nongrunting
nonslamming
noncursing
active compassion
in language
action
reaction
responsive positive communication
Internally and externally bilateral space
placed promised time
timeless co-empathic consciousness
CoEmpathic meditation
grows healthy minds
as massage
graceful touching/feeling action
endows multicultural
active win/win mediation
Embodied medication
to ego/eco-bicameral
macroeconomic politicization
Body/mind
Nature/spirit
therapeutic win/win thriving
EarthHealth Fitness optimization
Not win/lose survival of the autonomous fittest
by making my own stressed-out luck;
Instead,
win/win thrival of flexing resilient
fit in ingest
Remaking
reshaping
reconnecting
re-ligioning our cooperative win/win liturgies
lucky co-investments
co-empathic
bilaterally polypathic
resonant RightBrain Feeling ecopolitically engaged
And resilient Left verbalized intentions
of liberal loving logical win/win poli-economic
retributive judgment-free nonzero planetary Zone
For reconnected empowering bicameral enlightenment
For intelligent
cooperative
co-invested
democratically healthy
co-designing future egohealth/ecosystemic
co-relational wealth
Collateralized opportunity
to optimize thrival trends
for planetary
health/wealth fitness,
Said LeftBrain dominant
Thing autonomous ego One
to RightBrain nonverbally flexing
Things bilaterally ecosystemic
and polypathically interdependent,
Two.
I stand where the sunset hugely spills
Out upon subdued but still hotly
Glowering plains...
Now, perhaps, I should wistfully
Recall my own homelands; her
Diminished and flattened hills,
Stretched and sleeping, far from yonder
Adjacent wolfen domains.
Vast plains, which, although of
Unmatched grandeur, neither embolden
To embrace upon mine passions...
Or impart the reinforcement of
Heartening succour...which the comfort
Of those broken hills so pleasingly fulfils!
For such is the pressing need to once
More imbibe the contriteness that is
The poor substance of this natives air;
Whilst, under cacophonous arrangement
Of timeless and haranguing bars,
Casting off all gaudy encumberment -
Thee imposition of these finely stitched
Robes,
To wander through uninhibited
Fields: rudely revealed whence left
Fallow and bare!
And, humbling myself, but ne'er as
Bold as Endymion, before vigilant
Selene's disdainful glare,
I would'st endeavour, rightly or not to
Thusly suppose,
To re-invent a lofty purpose beneath
The hurtling rails of screaming stars;
Here, in happy destitution, to wrap
Abouts in tattered remnants of
Ragged moonlight...thrown aside
When callously abandoned there.
Inspired by the "Pure" genius that was William Butler Yeats!
HIS PEARL
So much happening in my making,
the toss and turning, and painstaking,
The heights of troubles
so breathtaking;
for His glory my remaking
Walking the ocean floors of humiliation
Those who once cared, no longer want affiliation
Hearing the mocking conversations
Unspoken gestures, more pronounced isolation.
Examining my own heart,
putting myself in their shoes,
If I were them, which thoughts would I choose?
The deliberate silence to ensure an sure irritation,
then the gift of a forced smile,
for the entire duration
Resisting to envy or be jealous over countless years
Degradation paving the way, of the tracks of my tears.
Making certain to air a graciousness
through their compassionate seethe,
Until my tumultuous cries break through
to the point I can’t breathe.
Then suddenly my whole world has new meaning to me
As in an instant I am living the life I believed.
My promised season finally here, Joseph’s dreams coming true.
No longer dying in a cave, everything made new.
I am the daughter of the King, set apart from the world,
With sands of time and tribulations, God made me His pearl
Was for the purpose, the great commission,
so that I’d never forget,
Who I was meant to be, from who I wasn’t yet.
Let my story be a lesson, when God have made you the head,
Those looking down on you today,
will soon look up instead.
God is making you into a diamond or pearl,
What He will surely do for you,
He’s already done for this girl.
In the twilight of the setting sun
cold wind stirrers the whispering leaves
like the whispering of have heard voices
speaking of echoes of things now faded
silently cold mists are carried
before my eyes in half seen memories
twisting shapes that form and fade
teasing of memories long forgotten
footsteps are heard whispering nearer
as people are seeing now in the swirling
faces now seeing once long forgotten
have recognized from so long ago
once together we joyfully were
in innocent youth oh so wise
the world before us ripe for taking
and our dreams of it remaking
upon our paths we did set out
bright sun lighting the way before us
parting ways in the new tomorrow
in the mists of memory quickly fading
so long as been since I thought of them
on life's twisting paths unforseeing
behind me footsteps quickly fading
silently into the mists again fading
my way is lost in the mists of time
not knowing how to this place I came to be
nor the steps by which I might return
to the place where we together were
so long ago when we were young
when together we did joyfully play
and did danced to minstrels playing
into dark of night's quickly fading
how could what was ever end
the bright lights of then ever loss be
our friendships ever a ending have
and fade away in the swirling mists
cold droplets form upon my skin
stealing all warmth as they flow down
what once was then gives no warmth
as I stand in the fading twilight