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Rob Brezsny reports
In 2004, San Rafael hosted a World Conference of Soul-Making
resulting in three schools for best PeaceMaking practices,
to which I will add one
more democratically inclusive,
less autonomously exclusive.
"The Ruminators
theorized that humans are born without [divine] souls
and can create them only through arduous,
disciplined rebellion against all [trauma-informed] belief systems.
The Resonators
agreed that soul [peace] isn't innate,
but insisted that soul-making is by no means difficult
...gathering good [health-humor] stories is effective [necessary]
and not at all hard [resiliently sufficient].
The Revelators
said every [individual] person is born with a [peace-full monotheistic] soul
in seed form,
and need only discover the [organic] 'blueprint'
of that [individual] seed
in order to attract the [anthropocentric] experiences
necessary to draw out its [integrity's] potential."
Regenerators
win/win hypothetically agree with all of the above,
born with a potential integrating peace seed,
we struggle with systemic traumas
win v lose dualistic pathological dramas
painfully dissociative
devolutionary ruminations
yet also
celebrate our greatest Gaian Synergy Story
of inter-religiously ecological
cooperative revolutionary culminations
resonantly anticipating
health-climaxing wealth
of panentheistic pronoia.
Re-ligiously con-scientious peace-making
within universally engaged
neurosystemic unitarian mindbody
and
compassionately pleased
ecosystemic bodymind
Re-membering roundly resonant Gaia's
mystical polyamorous vulnerability
historical pronoia transparency
anticipating interdependent EarthTribe's
soul-communing peace communications.
Once again, adding a culminating four-fractal fold
to three interdependent dimensions
closes a four-season healthy
regeneratively wealthy
peace-development story
Inviting our polyculturally expectant revisit
for yet more win/win synergetic soul food
Re-ligiously feeding spiritual Resonator minds of
con-scientiously breeding natural Revelator bodies for
re-viving more sacredly compassionate Ruminators singing
organically co-pleasuring ReGenerators dancing
to soul-full musing EarthPeace.
we're now in the midst of the Holy season known as Lent
forty days and nights of sacrifice as a way to repent
a time for us to try and get a little closer to God
a time to fast, to give up something we hold dear to our hearts
we're in the age of technology with Facebook, Twitter and texting
the way people now communicate has become somewhat vexing
always with the I-Pods, I-Pads, cel phones and e-mail
time to talk to eveyone but God who only requires knee-mail
when Jesus encountered the Tempter after His time of fasting
He had a wilderness experience that would be forever lasting
hungry and tired from all those challenges He had to face
now waiting on the word of God to fall perfectly in place
the Tempter said "if You're the Son of Man make bread out of these stones"
Jesus replied " that man does live by bread alone
but by every word that proceeds out of the mouth of God"
the spiritual Soul Food that will forever nourish our hearts
the Daily Bread that overflows into our spiritual cups
the Word of God, the Soul Food that will forever lift us up
as that was then and this is 2010
it's time to come out of the wilderness my friend
we all have moments of frustration, heartache and pain
we need to come out of the wilderness and by God be made whole again
to face down the devil and the temptation He'll put in your way
now resistant to sin and no longer by the Enemy to be swayed
to partake of God's Soul Food which will guide us to all truths
to trust in God and do whatever His word asks of you
to call on God and know that He will always have your back
now full of His Soul Food and on the right spiritual track
knowing that it's now all under God's control
now fed and nourished by His Spiritual Food for your soul
Aging soul
My soul is aging within dirty cage.
My life is in pain from youth to age.
Until to hear news that my soul returns;
I hope there is more written on this page.
To me sixty-three years, I know, I know not.
Too many books, drawings to show, I know not.
The more I know, I know more that, all is pain;
what do I need besides love to grow, I know not.
Of course, there is blossoming garden there.
Angels and birds flew there, from everywhere.
Until beloved comes from high above;
I drink to it because drunks do not care.
Too much to drink to me is just soul food feast.
That bitter sweet wine, will change man to beast.
No wonder that I'm not the man used to be;
Pour me another cup to forget at least.
8/25/16 Haloo
"Kool for Katz Kissed"
Wake me when it’s all over
I’m having a swinging time
dreaming my purrrrrfect dreams
Hanging with the OM monks
I’m a nun hanging loose and hirsute
swinging in the breeze
I’ve been given a reprieve
Call it Catnip Time
Wake me when it’s all over
feed me soul food on the turn of a warm spoon
love in the time of Covid, you can feel
all the sanguine prowling Mancoons
purring heat, all the Toms and Tomasinas croon
isolation lullabies, cats and fiddles burning
all the boisterous feathered flutter byes
under a saucy Salmon Pink Moon dream
Licking my lips
dreaming of whiskers tickling
slow purrs and legs wrapped
around the kitchen table
I claim this zone of sensations all mine
fresh salty anchovies and warm laps full of cream
love in the time of Covid, you can feel
the sanguine prowling Mancoons
purring heat, all the Toms and Tomasinas croon
Call it Catnip Time
Kool for Katz Kissed
howling's for all the zen masters inside
small torrid rebellions are all off street
AWOL has gone wild
we're all now a little on the tame side
some days are sunshine and smiles
other days we avoid the sad ride
Call it Catnip Time
isolation lullabies,
cats and fiddles
burning boisterous feathered flutter byes
under a saucy Salmon Pink Moon dream
and cloudless
chirping
eggshell blue sky
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Twin flames
No names
No blame
Two hearts
Love arts
Joy starts
Deep tug
Warm hug
One mug
Feel grace
Fond face
Deep trace
Touch tells
Fine spell
Love dwells
Clear notes
Style votes
Charm totes
Seize prize
Sheer spice
So nice
Live lots
Grand plots
Love slots
Pique play
Sure stay
Warm ways
Purge stains
Live plain
Glimpse gain
Cheer sifts
Bear grief
Pain brief
Wise good
Each mood
Soul food
Love quest
Warm fest
Fond zest
Swift bends
Love tends
No end
Hearts know
Fine flow
Love shows
Leon Enriquez
23 April 2017
Singapore
Pop lock
Sandals with socks
Chrome glints
Rhythm don’t stop
The East might wake first
But the West owns the drop
We decide how the day ends
Slow burn on saltwater glass
Light folds into legend
As hours pass
Seattle rain hums through guitar strings
Portland hums strange with impossible things
LA mirrors shimmer with ambition’s glow
San Diego exhales
Calm
Steady
Slow
The Bay keeps talking in hustle and code
Tech rides the fog down a golden road
Pho steam curls by a muraled wall
Taco trucks preach flavor gospel to all
Grunge ghosts hum down alleyway seams
G funk rides out in low chrome gleams
We built peace signs into protest chants
Concrete remembers how the wind rants
Call it culture
Call it home
Call it flame
Every city a verse
Every block a name
Pretty women move like tidewater bright
Certain in their shine
Sure in their light
Men speak calm
But their minds run fast
Half rebel
Half calm
Built to last
Every accent a remix
Every street a beat
Soul food and sushi rolls
Uniquely meet
Dim sum with slang
Tacos with soul
Flavors blend in ways
That keep us whole
Professors surf before they teach
Students dream just out of reach
We learn from land that burns and heals
Salty ocean air covers what wildfire steals
Dreaming awake
Grounded yet high
Feet in the sand
Head in the sky
From Black Panthers
To beat poets’ hymns
From tech prophets
To Silicon code spins
We reinvent normal
Chill made art
Sunset speaks
Straight to the heart
We turn stillness into language
Fire into grace
We let rhythm breathe
At a West Coast pace
The East may rise first
In story and sign
But the West
Will always
Define the shine
( previous title...Destruction Junction)
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There once lived a mouse who was intelligent; a mouse of
action, and very good!
Who did so much to clean up his neighborhood.
Mice that were hungry found jobs and were happy.
They had full tummies now and hugged their "pappies".
They were free to go to church, as good mice do!
And so very proud to live in Mouse Town,too!
But around the corner lurked some very jealous,
livid mice.
Telling lies and tales to demean that Good Mouse.
Not once, but three-thousand and thrice!
And yet, the Good Mouse kept things at ease.
Whilst the evil mice wanted him cut down at the knees.
No matter all that the Good Mouse would do.
Well, harumph!
These, the jealous mice could simply not eschew!
So Mouse Town had an election to rid the town of the
Good Mouse!
In fact, the jealous were so livid they planned to drag
him out of his own special house!
There is no end to this on-going tale yet.
Even those who like him are beaten and under threat?
While the jealous, mice plotted long past midnight, just
salivating to see his end!
He flew high above them not only in principle and action,
but in Mouse Town's best silvery jet!
Just beyond the grassy, verdant bend.
Those scrawny, spiteful, mice overcome with tales and
hate.
Had souls that were the devil's mate.
They simply do not realize the lovers of Mouse Town will
re-elect Good Mouse as Head of Mouse Town.
Oh, how they will gnash their teeth, cry and frown....
And yes, blame his win on some "international" Mouse Town?
While Mouse Town will be celebrating with great jubilation,
The green eyed mice will be drinking sour grapes in a state
of another, most dark humiliation!!
Moral: "Winners make the effort; losers make excuses."
(Frank Sonnenberg~Soul Food)
Or
Winners are people of action, losers love playing victim!
January 15, 2020
Form:
Many purple poets with so much to say
Can’t read them all but teal try anyway
I heard red heart beat from white page
Was in your cherry chest but I felt it anyway
I green gain from poems good and bad
I like them short long strong happy sad
I like them peach weak very inspiring
Like comforting soul food hot filling
I read your poems like a yellow song
I imagine your face voice singing along
The comments section is the best
Love it even when it’s rude and a test
Because we can grow despite brown dirt
We can fly like lime kite from good word
Of special importance writing since my youth
I’ll keep at it while reading your words too
Keep God in mind when you look within
for answers to self
Everything you need to know is inside the
cabinets of your soul
The pantry is full of soul food waiting to be
taken from the shelf
Compartmentalized pieces of information
ready to be consumed whole
It's hard to process everything contained
in these rooms
You can't digest the contents if they haven't
been chewed
School is in session and your appetite for
knowledge is understandable
We feed on each other in this universal college
of cannibals
Still starving for understanding while eating
the meat only to spit the bones
Trying to find our way home while still sleeping
in our own beds
Lost in our own head in a glass house throwing
stones
'It's A Small World' Restaurant ~ Hudson Valley, New York
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
the food I serve is multinational;
selected dishes, tasty, lots of fun
served in a setting that's compared to none.
The dining room's a circular design;
the floor rotates around and walls align
with landscapes of fine countries of the world
so diners feel the ambiance while whirled.
From USA's hamburger treats with fries
to Ireland's rich, delicious shepherd pies,
deep-dish lasagna with Italian wine,
and bratwurst, spaetzle Germans think divine.
Some soul food choices cooked as African
American delights browned in the pan,
like chicken, southern fried with black-eyed peas
and collard greens, a dish that's sure to please.
My Asian menu's served with varied teas,
from Chinese favorites to Japanese:
Chow Mein, Dim Sum, fried rice and spring rolls too;
Sushi, Tempura, Niku Jaga stew.
Great Britain's fish and chips, beef wellington,
or escargot from France; all said and done,
my restaurant draws many people in
to choose their culture's favorite at whim.
And while they dine, the music plays along
selected part from each land's special song.
My restaurant makes sense, it's rational...
with food and spirit multinational.
Sandra M. Haight
~1st Place~
Contest: My Imaginary Restaurant
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 10/03/2016
Inspired by:
Garden Grill Restaurant - Epcot, Disney World, Florida
revolves around vibrant views from Living with the Land.
and
It's A Small World - Show, The Magic Kingdom, Disney World, Florida