Long Sabbath Poems
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Ticks imperceptibly further from tocks
Sally-anne gracefully brushing her locks
Perusing the papers in yesterday's socks
One eye on the news on the old goggle box
Lawns that want mowing, maybe today
No firm decision on that, either way
The daffies sway gentle their livery gay
As early the spring edges out winter grey
Wave at the neighbour out washing his car
Seems in no hurry, he's not going far
Exaggerate motion of tipping a jar
Inviting a post dinner trip to the bar
Somebody passing outside shares a laugh
While yellow billed blackbird agitates bath
Fido brings slippers, wife calls him staff
Then aerates the logs to enliven the hearth
Upon us the day when no desk shall tether
And only the mower shall fret over weather
A shower means trim the lawn next week or never
Well maybe not never, simply whenever
Dinner now served at family table
Sneak Fido a tidbit whenever I'm able
Courteous chat with mum in law, Mable
Kids stifle giggles, she's slightly unstable
Now Mable snoring, I do the dishes
Kids drying up conceal Facebook wishes
Mum by the pool sprinkles pellets for fishes
Whimsically lost in multi-finned swishes
And when gibbous moon gives off scant shadow light
And gone is the sun that shines somewhere else bright
Retire to our slumbers prepare for the fight
Batteries energise over the night
For five days or six we shall toil away
Earn twenty four hours to rest and to play
So never forfeit the day some people pray
This one day in seven, the Sabbath, Sunday.
We have no sabbath sense
deep enough
wet enough
searching baptismally enough
for Earth's oceanic atmosphere.
Sabbath is for monotheistic cities
and castled lands
we anthro-supremacist share
to weekday busyness hold them
six weakly orthodox dry days per week
On lands we sell ourselves
to uneasily rest
deeply contest
land-based sixes
and sacred sevens
Crowding human over-splattered population
huddling beneath self-mattered desecrated sabbaths
longing to land-based rabid breed
deeper nourished oceanic sacramentals
higher flourished seasoned ornamentals.
Over these past several seasick years
Sunday crawls back toward Atlantic's western shore,
border stretch of dry as lustless dust
then wet love-drenched sand
leading out to ocean's deep sustaining
Atlantis-Pacific round wet sabbath
Populated more and more
by all-consuming human barging desecration,
I notice my slowly growing urge
to run then walk then swim to float away
from continental fractured unrest
Compelled to seek a cooler wetter nest
where sabbaths still speak sea-psalm gullibly
in bygone blissful birdsongs
swaying surging suds
of soulfully submerging
saliently surfing
salty sacramental tears
reviving EarthPacific SunDays.
It had not rained for more than three years,
And there was neither sight nor sign of anything like rain.
Elijah said to the king, "I hear the sound of the abundance of rain".
He then told his servant to go look toward the Mediterranean Sea.
Elijah's servant returned and informed him that he did not see anything.
Elijah further demanded that his servant continue going for seven times.
On the seventh time, his servant reported seeing a cloud like a man's hand.
Seven is a holy number that often represents completion or divine fulfilment*
In The OT, the 7th day was The Sabbath to which God's instruction was, "Keep it Holy". In The NT, The Lord Jesus Christ is the very essence of Holiness, and
He is our Sabbath Rest. For me, Elijah's use of seven had less to do with numbers and more to do with "Endurance". Elijah heard something, and he
was not in a quitting mood until he actually saw what he heard. I sense
'a sounding' all around. May we like Elijah, never be in a quitting mode,
but with opened ears and bended knees, may we listen for 'the sounding' of the abundance of 'spiritual rain' upon our nation and world.
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1 Kings 18:43
Why did God tell Moses, ‘Come to Pharaoh?’
Shouldn’t He have told him to ‘Go?’
Was Moses afraid to go?
I don’t think so
Pharaoh was extremely arrogant, you know
Told folks he created the Nile River, and so
Telling Pharaoh just once, ‘Let My People Go’
Moses would return with nothing to show
G-d knew Moses would have to come back again and again
Maybe five or six times, perhaps even ten
So, when G-d told Moses ‘Come,’
Moses understood it would be quite a long run
Ten Plagues over almost a year ~ before Pharaoh was done
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Exodus 10:1 - 13:16 is the Torah portion read
in synagogues this Saturday (Sabbath) morning.
It includes the last three of the ten plagues, as
well as the Israelites' exodus from Egypt. I see
that the word 'Bo' is translated into English as
'Go' in many Bibles. This is shockingly incorrect.
Any Israeli child knows that 'Bo' means 'Come.'
... Hence, this poem.
We may liken head as Hiranyagarbha
Containing manifested universe within
The dimensionless Anahata an enigma
Residence of Atma in stillness sanguine
Upon cosmic egg splitting arises duality
Male & female energies fuse in the heart
Giving rise to bliss of explosive intensity
Moment to moment ignition does restart
Gurus divine blessing as rod of initiation
Enlivening within form enabled lifetrons
Thus arises from root to crown bliss elation
The pulse of bliss at each moment reborn
There is no finality upon this pathless path
The divine love imbibed in hues beauteous
Each moment in the pulse a holy sabbath
Resonating with the divine play continuous
Our affirmation no validation of this secret
Each in aloneness receives as of their merit
31-July-2020
Coffee shops bloom into aroma.
New York City
spew on the sidewalk.
This day Lord if you care;
in the timpani of each mind
thunder your long bong songs.
Bless the rats in their
dank hid-ey-holes
bless the thrice gnawed pizza.
Thunder sweetly
in the pidgins throat,
forgive us our lox & bagels
and let the dawn excavate us
from the weed soaked
down-town funk.
Lord, if you care
and if that `care'
is You in us
then let the Big Apple
be newborn
and not maggoty.
Not a place of filth
and fading beauty,
but each of us
a lamp in a city of lights,
and dear Lord,
please turn us on.
Jesus came and walked upon the earth
here He claimed to be God's son
what was this that was happening?
God in human flesh truly this was done
This God-man walked about doing good
healed the sick, showed a power unknown
performing miracles all around being God
this truly was mighty deeds being sown
It really astounds one to think upon
God our creator among His creation
walking on water, feeding five thousand
there was no end for great His station
God had a greater plan upon the earth
being the son He came here to die
paying sacrificially for all our sins everyone
then rising from death to return on high
What a fact the son of God incarnate
this is simply amazing for to ponder
that Jesus is God the eternal one
our creator made all in the great blue yonder
(This was why the Jews were seeking all the more to kill him, because not only was he breaking the Sabbath, but he was even calling God his own Father, making himself equal with God.')
John 5:18 (ESV)
Watching this new sabbath begin,
darkness born of dusk,
dawn birthed by night,
I wonder about comparisons
between everyday logic
and systems restoring thinking,
feeling primal relationship
between verbal analogic
and nonverbal spacetime metaphor,
4D revolving EarthMaps,
seasonal/fractal missions
all designed for deep healing
Sabbath therapy
between linear cause-effect sequential history
and resonant/dissonant
resilient/unstable loops of regenerative/degenerative
solar systemic recycling causes
with Her antecedent birthing effects
becoming future's further causes.
Logic collapses past and future health dynamics
into static unchanging inside v outside
and non-temporal non-contextualized either/or relationships
of verbal thought
about smaller and larger sets
growing and shrinking,
removed from nonverbal feelings,
health/diseased sensations,
notice,
appreciation/depreciation,
Awareness
of win/win analogical ecological metaphor
of active hope
for healthy inside-outside climate resonance,
both ego-
and eco-therapeutic
Resilience for all Earth's ego-smaller
and eco-larger systems,
left and right
west and east
north and south
interdependently dipolar hemispheric.
This ecosystemic health context
intuitively feels
and rationally believes
our larger ego-harmonic sabbath narrative,
sunny day of non-tragic history,
positive energy enculturation
remains sadly untouched
by autonomous left-hemisphere verbal logic,
either cause
or effect,
disembodied linear analogic,
metrically decontextualized absence of warm/cold ecologic
without polypathic/polyphonic metaphors
reborn of sabbath theologic,
Everyday left-hemisphere verbal language
without right-hemisphere curious and courageously felt listening
CoPassion
toward healthy
ecotherapeutic
systemic memories
restoring wealthy egologic
more polyculturally regenerative
during days and nights of rest,
WinYin cooperative
strategically thought and organically felt
resilient and resonant
Future Integral HealthSabbath Systems,
Restoring cloudless blue-sky sabbath mornings,
predicting yet another day
of leisurely here is now,
space is bilaterally measured time
is distance from sabbath zero-zone bliss
dipolar co-arising.
Have you ever wondered what music animals dance to? Could you imagine doing the bop with a kangaroo?
You could tango with a lioness or you could do the fox trot with a giraffe in a dress?
Rock and roll with some bees in their hive all dancing to the Bee Gees, staying alive
A crocodile listening to classical music, wearing snake skin shoes, or maybe a hyena that is listening to the blues
You could meet a centipede in a pair of tight pants, throwing his leg in the air, listening to River dance.
Maybe there are some rabbits chilling with some soul, really getting in the mood in their rabbit hole
There might be a snake that seems to be getting longer only to be joined by other snakes to make up the conga
Now a bat might be high up in his roost, playing Black Sabbath. very loud just to give his ego a boost
Now an elephant just likes stomping around. He doesn’t know who it is. He just liked the music sound
I have heard of an animal who seems to favour punk but stays away from that crazy little skunk
So if animals like dancing to music and dance the night away, that could explain to me why my dog sleeps all day
My friend, do you know me?
I am a Pharisee
No, not per the dictionary
Which mischaracterizes my beliefs and me
For while he keeps the tradition, it's true
A Pharisee's an ever-evolving Jew
He delves deep into the Talmud to learn the ways
to deal with the problems of the world today
Thanks to the Pharisees a Jewish-Israeli farmer
can halakhically* 'Sabbath-milk' a cow in its barn, or
devotedly observe Passover or Yom Kippur
be he in the jungle, outer space, or Kuala Lumpur
What's more, be it abortion, euthanasia or homosexuality
the Talmud treats current issues of controversiality --
A Pharisee views the times in light of the Talmud, you see
~ differentiating his faith from Hebraic-Christianity**
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* halakhically = in accordance with Jewish Law, in this case
the laws of the Sabbath
** Practitioners (for a few generations after Jesus Christ)
were known as Hebrew-Christians.