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Self-Identity
The large question mark
points to a wish
a longing to find
our real Identity..
Not the identity we found
in childhood years
which lingers for most..
In years as children
we discover a self
separated and ready
for a life
with promise and color..
When this life sours
when we intuit
another identity
seemingly out of reach
our path of discovery
need be continued..
Teachers and guides
are there for us
to pursue and search
for the Identity
we somehow know
is made of a
peace and happiness
not satisfied by worn
childhood knowing..
A teacher's message
if heard correctly
will point to our
new Identity and
will also caution
against a pedestal
for the teacher
with beliefs to anchor..
Almost home..
Waiting for that
morning resonance...
Many boyfriends as thou have of all kind,
Does not mean your beauty makes many blind.
Product of your maker, sell...
As affordable as hell;
So bury that alive in your pure mind
But don't lose faith for love in trust of men;
Cain and Abel cometh from Adam's den-
Who lost God's way to your type,
Yet produce good man so ripe
That still at death, seeks to forgive again...
Know this and know peace; of look don't dare hook,
For beauty isn't about pretty look.
Switch away from deception:
Switch onto nice exception-
One that defines mindful soul cum outlook.
Shine, let not kindness be sure to free time
But be of truth to bind tight schedule's prime
Around life threatening issues...
By love alone off abuse,
Timing faint tablet of wicked heart's grime.
Stay positive, there's time for every thing,
Chance brings people you meet in life's blue swing...
Heart designs the kinds you want,
Outlook signs the ones love flaunt...
To stay put cum germane revolving string.
Meanwhile, beforehand don't spoil your own show
As you keep rushing through process to grow...
Your blind tasty life's standard;
Buying out scheme hate slandered,
Just style end to justify means if slow.
There’s an empty canvas above my head,
Where in place of a fan, lies a horse instead,
It breaks free from a self-loathing shed,
At times, when lips silenced words from being said.
Runs across the wall, the horse
But without glee, despite being free, without any remorse,
Numbly it sprints in a white landscape,
For it to understand its purpose is beyond vague.
As it gallops, it leaves a trail of self-identity behind,
Unaware of the absence of a sound mind,
It doesn’t take long for years to pass from specks of time,
And the canvas remains an art piece, still confined.
Displeased by my efforts, I try to find an eraser,
I sigh as I realise that fate was never in my favour,
With no escape from what I’ve just done,
I prepare myself for the final outcome.
So, a cowardly canvas is above my head,
But in place of a horse lies a fan instead,
It is attached to a rope?—?compassionately holding my head,
At last, I die as a muse of a cowardly death.
On life's easyrider days and nights
love plays a romping game.
On those more oppositionally challenging days,
and long anxious nights,
love is a hunt,
sometimes a passionate hunt,
special occasionally a compassionate hunt,
a mutual hunt
for truth about who is hunter
and who is hunted
and why
and when
and how do these co-arising functions transcend "or"
to gracefully meet in "and."
This primal function of love's synergetic force
hunts
like gravity.
Both parties,
all living entities,
hunt,
gravitate,
even those feeling hunted
haunted
stalked
fearful and anxious
competitively and unilaterally,
often in silos threatening despair.
We all search frantically for safe havens,
hidden from those hunting for our very self-identity,
our life,
or at least so it feels during those dissonant times.
What is a redemptive optimization strategy
for those hunting safe havens from death,
pursued by tyrannical lovers,
ego-identified life-sucking hunters?
When is it not an appropriate moment
to love the hunter,
the hunted,
and the hunt?
Is there a significant difference
between the romping love of fluid smooth days and nights
and the more strategic
logistical
personal
intimately co-prehensile
hunt for love transcending Ego-incarnate death?
Too seldom haunted hunted entities,
primally assuming cooperative investment
in our challenging rampant race
and pace of EarthTribal systems,
when a passionate challenge exhausts our smooth-skinned body,
and/or brain,
the hunted redemptively turn toward other hunters,
gratefully and mindfully inviting a wrestling-with match,
setting aside a wrestling-against death and fear match,
comprehending that compassioning our hunting love
always optimizes EarthTribe's regenerational future.
In love,
sometimes,
at least once,
it is my time to love loss,
to forgive away space and or time,
to redeem future spacetime
equivalently invested in me
birthing my original praxis of conception
as mutual reception--
eco-harmonic redemption.
Looking in the mirror as I get ready for my day
believing in myself to create the life I desire to live
trusting my intuitive choices to make selfless decisions
grateful for humbleness through the times of humility
appreciating my self worth that is not define with labels
seeing and loving me for me without prideful chatter.
Walking past a large store front window pane
noticing the glimpse of self with a confident smile
happy as can be to be living in the present moment
true bliss racing through my veins pumping my heart
not expecting others to understand my uncanny beauty
grace with truth, integrity, and dignity to be free.
The extermination of my self-identity
comes easy when taken from the tongue.
Words hanging in the balance,
breathe in the air in which they are strung.
Wrap tightly around my neck,
wringing the air out of my lungs.
Infestation of the mind and of
a heart so fractured yet so young.
Carried deeper into a world of hate,
so I let go of the hand that I once clung.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE ENOUGH.
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE ARE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY WE
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY SAY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL THEY
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL
WE ARE NEVER ENOUGH.
Racism research
and therapy
often oversimplify
Elite patriarchal against NonElite ecofeminist
LeftBrain dominant complexities
Confusion between LeftBrain privileged and RightBrain fragile,
Elite v NonElite
lack of win/win integrity experience
of RightBrain's repressed shadows,
felt dark intelligence,
indigenous peace,
ancient wisdom
Modern EgoCentrism,
without EcoCentral communion,
is LeftBrain dominant
Elite self-identity
out of touch
with GoldenRule gratitude,
cooperative democratic wisdom attitude
In a Western dualistic
LeftBrain educational support system
dominantly focusing on cognitive
analytical
deductive,
reductive individualism,
Either always Truly best
or always False and unrewarding
short-hand capitalistic evolutionary world view
In Left with Right creative tension
with co-passionate felt appreciation
of revolutionary Earth
and all Her Tribes,
viewing our win/win
integral spinning world
Ecologically
Theologically
Intersectionally
MetaParadigmatically
Multicultural
PolyFramed environments,
internal and external experiences,
interconnected systems,
metaphoric mutual climates of his/her-story,
polyphonic colors and tones and hues
and octaved encircling cries
of polyculturally deep learned resonant re-membrance,
TransRacial Renaissance,
patri/matri-coarising Revolution
Revival
Thrival outcomes/incoming.
Meanwhile,
White privilege and concomitant fragility
through Left v Right apartheid
historically points toward climate
interdependence and fragility,
inside as outside,
Outside terrifying inside anticipations
of both negative risks
and positive opportunities
double-bound
like double-negative=positives
not not in metaphoric collusion
restoring health/wealth
nurturing/naturing peace,
polycultural/polyphonic
Racism research
and therapy
complexly bicameral
Elite patriarchal
reweaving NonElite matriarchal
reverse-hierarchical depth,
breadth,
indigenous nondualistic wisdom.
I am Goddess _ I have created myself sexless _ therefore I am neither he, she, or it.
I am called upon by many; however, the names you have given me are out of your need to express dominance_ for power is an unnecessary illusion driven by the lust to control. Control does not exist in the realm of unity.
I am neither good nor bad _ there is only action and reaction as-a-result of motion and emotion.
I have created myself formless _ therefore I am neither here nor there.
Upon your beck and call, I come to you in the image of your own comfort _ therefore you will recognize me.
I speak in every language, at-all-times _ therefore, you will only hear a sound when I am in motion as Life forms and reforms. There is never a quiet moment in the life continuum. There are those who constantly hear me even though I, myself am noiseless.
I am never at rest _ therefore, you will only see me in increments of momentary time.
I am colorless _ therefore, what you see is the residue of my past, which marks the spot of my future present, as I cycle and recycle in endless motion.
You may think I am beholding you and that you hear my voice, Nay! It is only the power of your thinking and your desire to remember me.
I am Goddess. I am Life. I am Continuous.
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Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity
Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.
Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.
Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.
Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.
Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.
Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.
My own reflections are making me weak,
My own deceptions are making me bleak.
My own honesty is making me a mockery,
My own light is making me dark.
It is taking me over;
It has breached my cover.
It is neither tremendous nor tranquil,
I am consumed by my craving for whimsy.
The tranquility it offers me—
I am way above this buttery flee.
The bliss it comes with—
I am neither in my business nor between its sharp teeth.
I will not urge you to go easy on me,
I will not ask you for a serene salvation,
I will not take your heavenly throne,
And make it my own.
The share meant for me is set aside;
I only want that part.
No one can truly replace anyone,
Yet I am a stranger to who I have become.