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We are both blessed and cursed as humans
because when we’re born…inside our heart we find concealed…
a wonderful spectrum of emotions and the ability to feel.
Blessed because on the top of the spectrum is our ability to love…
which in itself is a spectrum quite ornate.
and cursed because at the bottom of the spectrum…is our ability to hate.
We journey through life, hopefully, using the love in our heart to guide us
helping us steer clear of the hate that’s trying to divide us.
But when hate, like now, succeeds in dividing us…
when it seems like hate is something we’ll never rid ourselves of…
that’s when, more then ever, we need to look for signs of love.
When we look around at the people in our neighborhood and community
we see people showing love to strangers, to their friends and family.
We see people sharing the love of babies, sunsets, rainbows,
animals, flowers and trees…
Sharing the love of pizza and chocolate (OK maybe that’s just me)
Ironically when we see a person…and that person is showing love
we smile…we never think to criticize or berate them…
because at that moment we don’t know, yet,
if we’re supposed to hate them.
And therein lies the dilemma into which we are all immersed…
to try and find a way to manage our blessing and our curse.
Perhaps the best that we can hope for…
is to come together…guided by a kind and loving heart..
and hope we all possess enough love
to keep our hate
from tearing us apart.
It is a visualizing tool not much more.
That grey matter was not ever meant
to actually see reality,
evolutionary biology never designed it to,
it is a video game - nothing else.
Thinking is not what we think,
brains collates and sort,
they are filters to shut out a much greater view,
brains are blind to higher states of consciousness.
Mind does not see itself in, or as the brain.
Mind is what we are.
What can we do?
Firstly acknowledge that this reality we experience
is a collective agreement
it is pre-wired to only accept
a narrow spectrum of perception.
Secondly, don’t mention this out loud.
There are a million rabbit holes to fall into
and we already are looking up from so many.
Thirdly, set aside some small time in the 24 hour cycle
to ‘not think’ - to 'no think.'
This is hard to do, it may take lots of practice,
for the brain is like a chattering monkey -
just don’t feed the monkey.
ideal of opulence in the flesh called human
harboring a false sense of control and power
listening to voices you claim as your own
cynical laughter with mouths that spew arrogance
no regards for the blood shed to advance hierarchies
tyrannical systems smitten to hinder harm control
disparaging games with malice of life's spectrum
keeping most in a survivor unconsciousness
barrier resources disguise as community programs
traumatized disabled criminalized harmed violated
those who questioned complained about human rights
which played a major role in worldwide low vibrations
distracted from healing emotional balance of ancestral
self healing self love is the catalyst for love thy neighbors
love is the true frequency for freedom unity is the true rebellion
we are here we are rising we are disrupting
united we love united we fight
One of the stars on The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon Cooper
Thinks constantly about himself as being so super
Asperger's Syndrome is what his symptoms loudly proclaim
As he works out scientific formulas but seems not sane
People who suffer from Asperger's Syndrome often show
intense focus, highly logical thinking, and exceptional
abilities in math or science. This disorder is considered
part of the Autism Spectrum and is probably inherited.
If there is Alzheimer's in one's family there is increased
risk of Autism or Asperger's Syndrome to show up in
the offsprings..
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: A Clerihew_And Make It New!
Blank
plain white
the canvas lies
calls for spectrum of imagination
and the act of creation
the touch of a hand
while alone it waits
on the easel
until gentle strokes of a brush
create the painting, now framed
drawing a crowd of aficionados
to be seen, not touched
the artist’s creation
stirs others’ imagination
the canvas now true
colorful
fulfilled.
Sudden strange strong feelings I had to sense
during my life - long experience
I think, the proper adjective is psychedelic.
Odd impact, mostly bad from loud sound or music.
High pitch Jazz or ear-piercing Disco Concert
may make me hyper: psychedelic pressure to impart
Sun spectrum holding strong Indigo hue
between pleasant violet and blue
some how blurs my vision
inviting psychedelic illusion.
Unexplained weird apathy on animal,
or stupid insect phobia seeming fatal !
I apprehend both silly occurrences
are caused by psychedelic influences
igniting chaotic commotion
in normal brain function
owing to psychedelic hormone secretion.
Even on few human interactions
whirling swirling my emotions
arousing my insight to sniff incoming evil,
might be termed psychedelic, alerting me of devil.
Some premonition haply flashed suggesting clue
as non -preventable to turn true.
All above abnormal sensuous happenstances,
not regular but on occasional chances
forcibly disturbed me with irritations : specific—
claiming the proper precise term ‘psychedelic’ .
Sometimes on Discovery TV,
there's time-lapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows.
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight;
as the camera follows him, he goes. . .
On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.
Soon it blossoms pink petals
and if we watch some more,
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . .
We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe
we've entered through a magic door.
Miraculously born, we grow.
But at first it all seems so slow. . .
Then one day we try our wings.
Some of us may soar.
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall.
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.
Time always goes. . . .
and then
we're
gone.
The smoky dust screen blows away far,
beyond the halcyon horizon to nowhere.
The flotilla of cotton clouds sails
in the concave ocean of cobalt.
Bowed slender blades of cinnamon grass sway
in the crisp air on the lap of pasture turned fawn.
Lining up the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path,
I pave anew to engrave your footprints,
the trunks of tawny trees stand forlorn like me.
The setting sun ignites the inferno of spectrum
in the seamless blazing sky of my longing,
makes the crumbled collage of vermillion embers.
Soaking the scarlet of sunset my heart is drenched
by the tinsel drizzle of the dwindling twilight,
I see the stars sprout in pellucid autumn night.
For the frozen gloom in the winter of discontent
I retain the endearing warmth embedded
in autumn’s buoyant afterglow.
I see then how the argentine aura
of the mesmeric moon envelopes you,
where I float on the stardust waves of your charisma.
My vision is enmeshed with the lilting lattice of dreams,
weaved by the enticing filaments
of your entrancing fervor.
The diadem of diamond dew decks the dawn,
while the malachite tapestry spreads unfurled
on your emerald meadow,
where my yearning saunters to reach you,
following the new turquoise trail
I wish you trace only for me.
The true essence of love I then perceive enthralled,
configured with the glint of your sequined charm,
designing the milky way in my psychic firmament.
Draped by the enchanting luster of your alluring shine
my heart’s horizon will forever radiate sanguinity
as the epitome of your afterglow.
I can see Yang's lusty nature
politically
and economically
and sensually
abhors a vacuum
And yet
Yin's crusty
thrusty green nurture
softens bilaterally extended polarities
into not not appositions
Bicameral positive dialogue
perhaps even bi-genderal re-associations
dipolar co-arising
Holy 1 bilateral body
holonic 0 round dipolar mind
hole open polar binomial systems
communicating co-investment's resilient potential
spiraling responsive love destinies,
journeys in health-mind/wealth-body co-empathic wholeness
Filled with happy economic gifts,
win/win bipartisan political
full-spectrum robust social democracy
Respecting multicultural
polycultural round octaves
of ergodic sight
and holiday sound
local dancing through global songs
evoking vocational solidarity
Festering
fostering
pestering peak
climate climax
cooperatively re-fulfilling
Satisfying
transformative sacred integrity,
transcendently immanent potential
Whole cusp living
grown multicultural
maturing ecstasy
re/pre-culturing
richly fertile edging
polymorphic promise
of well-souled boundless soil,
Love's messy life,
journey's strong red time
toward spacious,
sometimes capricious,
fresh green destiny.
Time journeyed through the seasons sublime
Brokered days the trellis of life did climb
Tendered hours but grainy shards without rhyme
Token minutes spindled through the hour glass of time
Each tenuous second garnering only a passing stime
Bartered moments the continuum of existence did wantonly prime
Availing sky's porous rotunda filtered each, ageless ream through spectrum so fine
The hoary sun spilled it's vision into each, vacuous line
Gilded moon, celestial mariner did shadowy expanse twine
Bended stars, twinkling sprites from stealthy perch did antediluvian streams re-align
Primeval planets in their sanctioned orbits perpetuity did assign