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Sturdy within myself like I haven’t been before. From the penthouse of my mind to the dirt in my basement floor.
Wasn’t focused on the destination as that would have been a chore. So I climbed the stairs one step at a time without pushing for more. Leaning into discovery along the route to guide my tour. The trail was littered with roadblocks and detours. My soles became tattered and torn as I questioned if I could endure. But courage kept me on track as eventually unlocked the door to my soul. After swinging it open I realized it was on the journey where I developed my ability to soar.
What started as whisper soon turned into a roar. Now I’m infused with resilience through every corner of my core. Not sure what’ll come next but I’m ready for whatever the universe has in store.
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Humans can cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Therefore, you can use pressure to rise above any situation
Because the treasure inside of you must
Come out through the evolution of pressure!
The fragility of time refines the process
And defines the courage that rages on inside the difficulty
The resilience of innovation is embedded in your imagination and
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
In the labyrinth of the mind, shadows dance and whispers weave,
Where thoughts like twisted vines, entangle and deceive.
A battlefield of neurons, firing in a orchestrated war,
Where emotions clash like thunder, and doubts seep through each core.
Imagine a dark forest, where trees whisper secrets,
And each step taken echoes, like a tale of old.
In this twisted realm of psyche, where demons lurk unseen,
Psychological warfare wages, with no end in between.
Fear is a serpent, coiled around the heart,
Squeezing with each breath, tearing worlds apart.
Anxiety a tempest, raging wild and strong,
Drowning out reason, in its relentless song.
But like a phoenix rising, from the ashes of despair,
Courage blooms like a rose, amidst the thorns of pain,
And resilience shines bright, like a gem in the rain.
navigating this maze, with eyes wide open and clear,
In the depth of imagination, lies a truth that is sincere.
In the battlefield of the mind, where shadows play their part,
Let the light of resilience shine, and heal the wounded mind.
If theology is the study
of ecological experience
most ruddy
I call on Yang's higher powers
and Yintegrity's deeper showers
of omniscience
and sensual omnipotence
Internal light
and externally powerful
omnipresence
naturally pantheistic
and spiritually panenegoistic
Cooperatively healthy
and resiliently wealthy
safe ecological co-empathic relationships
swelling expansive anthros less pessimistic
experienced with LeftBrain dominantly speaking egos
with theologically transcendent reflection
realistic
To RightBrain bilateral eco-systems
of spirited-nature nonviolence
as yintegral Yang's potential economic balance
less divisibly autistic
When individuals may be egos
and corporations
and incarnations
and monoculturing
colonizing nations
Closed and Open missions
Win/Lose and Win/Win
ZeroSum divisive
and NonZero full-global missive
Slipping down into degenerative
lose/lose Hell non-survivable
or heading up into regenerative
Heaven holistic
nondualistic
transcendent thrival
Where theological resonance
greets ecological resilience
Then monocultural predation
slips behind polycultural intention
extension of capital enlightened economies
for multi-theological health
and political empowering ecologies
of poly-nonpathological wealth
Theologically reflecting
on nonviolent communication
holey re-poleing sense systems
thriving by polyvagal win/win default
neuro-ecological can't resist'ems
If theology is our study
of Earth's ecological experience
most rutty
ruddy.
I did not expect
to sing
"What's It All About,
Alfie?"
with as much embarrassing 60s passion
as I did
in my urgent
pre-traumatic midlife
self-critical 30s.
I thought,
by now,
I would resiliently remain swimming,
singing while dancing,
swirling in abundant win/win
economic ecologies
of deep polycultural meaning
and wide multigenerational
bipartisan wisdom
And not so much stomping
and storming
to merely win/lose survive
each anthro-supremacist competition
against MotherEarth
RightBrain disenabling
openly defying golden eco-democratic health
systemic win/win game
optimization rules
Because of LeftBrain supremacist confusion
about what MeWe bicameral balance
is all co-passionately about
EarthTribe secular LeftBrain health
is also RightBrain divinely endowed
safe anthro-wealth
Panentheistically felt
indigenously green cooperative
ecotherapeutic WholeEarth
neurosystemic wisdom
CoInvested communion,
reconnecting,
Earth healing
anthro-compassionate
resonant
bicameral
bipartisan resilience
Which seems to be what loving
enlightened
empowering
Democratic health
of wealth
is all about.
Do we need saving?
We, who walk the tightrope of existence,
Balancing dreams and despair,
With hearts tethered to the weight of the world,
Clutching fragments of hope like fragile glass,
Afraid to let go,
Yet yearning to soar.
The sky, bruised and brooding,
Holds the weight of our unspoken fears,
Clouds swollen with the rain of our longing,
The tempest of our questions.
Is this the end, or a pause,
Before the symphony of dawn?
Each day, we don our armor,
Shields forged from resilience,
Battling the giants of our own making,
The voices that taunt us—
“Not enough, not worthy,
Lost in the labyrinth of your thoughts.”
Yet, in the distance,
A light flickers,
A beacon in the fog of uncertainty,
Reminding us,
That help is on the way.
It comes in the form of a hand,
Outstretched, reaching,
A smile that ignites warmth in the cold,
The laughter of kindred spirits,
Offering solace in the storm.
It arrives in shared moments,
The gentle nudge of understanding,
The power of a single word—
"Together."
Help is not a distant dream,
It is the promise of every heartbeat,
The pulse of every soul intertwined,
And in that beautiful chaos,
We learn—
We are the help,
And the help is on the way.
Form:
We opted to talk,
Disparities to dissolve,
Our problems to solve,
And went out on walk—
Not hands-locked as was before,
Heart’s feelings to pour,
Way out seemed no nigh
When words tied into tight knots,
Morrows, a sad sigh,
Life, like unfilled dots,
It all ended in silence,
Though with resilience,
We knew not at once,
But life’s ship had reached home-shore,
And back as before,
When we’d arrived home,
Eureka, all roads reached Rome,
Silence our life bailed,
When everything failed,
Ah silence had onward sailed,
We under same dome!
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Musings |05.06.2021|
Poet’s note: As a pause is in poetry, in-between notes of a melody, so is silence in social chemistry. When words fail, silence seems to sail. It is in silence that two broken hearts meet and beat together. Each stanza here looks like a Haiku, but only so appears.
A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain,
Her resilience worn out, she often stood on the
Corner of this busy street,
Her eyes pleading for someone to give her
Something to eat,
Some People feel no empathy towards others,
Life is hard, few seemed to care.
I Often bought her a MacDonalds meal,
Her situation inhumane, horrific unreal.
Did she ever know freedom, she was weak,
And could hardly walk, constantly in a daze,
Her hair was dirty, long, and the wind
Slapped it across her face.
I gave her a two hundred Rand note,
Placing it in her hand, Shhhhh I whispered,
As if I already knew, Don’t tell a soul,
I could see her miserable life,
Had already taken it's toll.
I drove her to the outskirts of her home,
Which was always known
To be a dubious zone.
A middle aged, man with greasy hair,
That was going grey, but was once fair,
A cigarette hanging from his mouth,
Came from some-where
Out of no-where,
Saw in her hand the money,
Darn, you don’t need this honey,
I’ll buy me my moonshine!
She heavily made her way through the
Garbage scattered on the floor,
And sank on a torn sofa, just seeking peace,
Not minding who was standing by the door,
The cruel, filthy man continued cursing,
His endless oppression evident,
From the girls bruises glaring.
Who was this pitiful, bad man beating
This unfortunate girl, a father, a brother,
If undeservedly he held one of these titles,
How did he dare to show his drunken face,
Such people do exist in our sad human race,
I began crying, as I will never know,
I saw no mother, in fact I saw no other.
Why do I need to keep all my inside voices
speaking nicely with each other?
Expressing positive attitude,
gratitude for grace
and curious outside opportunity
feels much too positive to me.
It's a robust Ego requirement,
An inside health and safety regulation.
That sounds like a federated government requirement
to open the door
so outdoor voices can tell me how to be grateful
for their underwhelming help.
Exactly.
OK. That is sooo inside only useless
lack of information.
What I'm trying to ask
is WHY are interdependent and resilient ecotherapeutic voices
an Ego-governing requirement?
Because this is a health democracy,
not a chaos anarchy,
which requires not feeding and watering
your elitist inside pathologies,
anti-matriarchal
and racist
and generally xenophobic through germaphobic
deep dark isolating
unsustainable fear
and anger
and active distrusting Voices.
That may be left and all right
but I never meant to take inside or outside voices all that seriously
or to hurt hurting green people
or sacred animals
or deeply rooted plants
with Them,
except maybe the mosquitoes and the weeds.
It may be that elitist human ego attitudes
have more in common with blood-sucking
parasitic
swarming mosquitoes,
and wealth-extracting
monocultural weed patches
of run-away overpopulated lack
of viably balanced consumer/producer economies
and ecotherapies
than any of the other insects
and edible and more ornamentally beautiful-voiced plants.
You make Egos and governing regulators
sound like an infested parasitic thing.
Not at all my intent.
These are,
at our best,
cooperative health facilitators.
Allies of all our multiculturing inside voices
singing therapeutically enriching harmonies
danced with full mindbody resilience
all across Earth's reforesting
healing re-enchanted skin.
Why, again, do we want to hear all our outside voices
speaking cooperatively with each other?
Taking slow-grown peaceful turns
singing and dancing
through multicultural green-line grace
Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place,
cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces.
Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture.
They crowned me in shame, but
within a queen still rises.
They buried me in a fire of hell,
But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell.
I am the silence of the crown,
gone through ups and downs
stumbled in the dark multiple times
but my spirit still my heart and mind.
I am a teacher, a child, a guardian and a shadow behind my past.
But a strong woman who will still rise from the stillness of darkness.
Inside of me multiply like smoke and breathe:
into silence of forgiveness and hope.
Yes, still I rise, a whisper stitched in storm-
a sovereign spirit-fearless and warm.
The tortured self becomes the flame
not burned but lit beyond their shame
like the shimmering star, shining bright afar!
This is me, a version of being a woman in time and forever be!