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A simple physical breath recitation
For we cannot yet call it meditation
Gently inhaling we pause at the heart
Likewise pause at crown when breath departs
Breathing thus with pause of cessation
Thoughts may come & go as of ego suggestion
We gradually lengthen the practice duration
Flow of breath regardless of thought agitation
Simply positioning attention during the voids
Alternating at heart & crown therein buoyed
What happens thus is assigning priority
Getting to the divine in stuporous simplicity
By merely performing an exercise in lengthening time
Until the divine relents and we we hear the chime
Within
Footnote:
Such is the exposition
But there is no imposition
Possibly it may not resonate
Unless thought rested we meditate
We may then thus tweak what is written
Like a spirited horse not do as bidden
Adding to this doing our own colouration
Of love seeking love via breath meditation
Why not?
11-August-2020
This is all about her, that one that is something
different then any of labeled loves
the one you could but didn't
Scared to cheapen the truth of it
You know her, your past present and your hearts
Unfilled hole.
The one who saw you for what made you different
She rough enough to handle a mans innerchild
And will roughhouse with her boys, like wwe diva
She not afraid to wrestle.
The one with determination, and intelligence
soulfull and open to the possibilities
Of spirit in sounds
Down to earth but eloquent
She holds you to Bob Marley
And as free spirited as a moon dance
I miss her curious eyes
And her willingness to give the lost a chance
I miss her cocky drinking mood
That I tthink all her men misunderstood
But I do
But my kind exterior and the truths I denied
Shadowed my aggression and only showed respect
When she needs a man that can remind her she's a
woman
She stays in control but wishes to loose herself
In random moments
I miss you
Form:
Music practice,
when I was a wounded child,
felt too redundantly mundane,
yet never merely quite ordinary,
especially within a band
or chorus learning environment
For restoring spiritual
mental
natural health,
compassionately co-invested.
Later,
as an adult wounded child,
I repeated this same
redundantly mundane
Business As Not Quite Usual
multicultural community mediation practice
reassuring ritual
Especially within a sacred
indigenous
nonviolent nature/spirit communication
health optimizing Win/Win integral remuneration
expanding EarthJustice progress
processes not win/lose patriarchal culture
please get it off my chest
still struggling with capitalist questions
How do multi-mediating clients
harmonically co-invest?
Musicians musing EarthHealth remediations
feel free to sing out loud
our EarthMuse restoring inclinations
recycling dipolar co-arising precipitations
by winning outside GoldenRules
for cooperative muse
music camp vacation
ecotherapeutic anticipations
Left credible
theoretical
And Right awesomely
experiential
Together transubstantiating
integrity's potential synchronizing
principles of indigenous reverse
spirited nature bi-harmonizing
Natural music's symphony
enspiriting muse epiphany
extending back and forth
in and out
down and up
Left EarthPowers
and Right SkyLights
healing non-pathology
Dancing
RingSinging
nondualistic co-winging
Thoughts of Muses
feeling
moving
EarthSystemic Music.
In the sky's dark clouds
amazing sounds by lightning
Anger of thunder
Silver droplets form
making disputes freezing cold
Now the time to sing
High spirited song
forces to jump up and bounce
God's blessing rain fall
For contest:
Sponsored by: Carol Brown
A Christmas Table Spread
The table spread appears Christmassy
I’ve been working tirelessly, busy as a bee
My market list consists of garlic garlands and saffron
Other wild spices and cream for flan
Alaskan salmon, cranberry for ruby glaze
Fried zucchini and tangerine yams ablaze.
We start with specialty coffee and warm pineapple tamale’s
Displayed are red berries and shiny evergreen-leaf holly’s
Silver bells, gifts and holiday cards,
lit candles and gold ribbon by the yards.
Soon we’ll gather with our family and friends
And if necessary, we’ll make amends
Although it’s not a white Christmas
I know it’s genuinely spirited alas—
when the children laugh and run
I did the math, we’re all just having fun.
Wishing all…
Christmas Cheers and Happy New Year!
I Am Anaya
Christmas
12/25/2025
Key: Heart
By Michelle Morris
26/04/2020
I found a key,
A key to my heart;
I unlocked the door;
Entered where feelings start.
Found lots of hope and
Faith inside;
Some residual hurts,
That couldn't hide.
A lot of memories of
Abuse and neglect;
Forgiveness doesn't erase
The damage humans inflict.
In a sacred place
There stands an altar;
Remembering someone
Special, who truly
Mattered.
But all the hurts and losses
Could not curtail,
The spirited, powerful and
Resilient human soul.
I looked around and
As far as I could see,
There was still lots of
Love for humanity.
I left my heart,
Beating strong and
Sure;
Knowing the love and
Faith and hope
Would always endure.
© Michelle Morris, 2020
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Gently, they swirled about in Winter's frigid wind
No two were identical, none were ever twinned
Each ice crystal, a pristine beauty transcending
Tumbling from clouded gray skies, softly descending
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I frolicked among them, as amused as a child
Infused with wonderment and totally beguiled
Tree limbs brocaded, deeply embellished with snow
So beautifully they glistened with lucent glow
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How quickly it gathered on rooftops and hedges
Wafting, free-spirited, collecting on ledges
Down, they continued twirling in a tranquil scene
Etched in memory as idyllic and serene
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I was enamored and enthralled as it drifted
Toward heaven, my eyes were gratefully lifted
As each flake so elegantly fell to the ground
Creating a dreamscape without making a sound
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Like dainty birds, they fluttered in such a hurry
a flock of crystal snowflakes, in Winter's flurry
My world was blanketed by a quilt of pure white
Tonight it would sparkle brilliantly in starlight!
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December 10, 2020
Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair
The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare
Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire
Made to believe moments before the awakening hour
This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans
The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination
Moments since loved, to love to then unlove
I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve”
{Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War
A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more
Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away
Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day
Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard
Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word?
The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies
The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries
However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk
Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last
There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients
A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance
Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man
And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands
Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish
Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish
Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought
Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought!
It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive
That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive
Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands
Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when
The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard
Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word
Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk
In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord
Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War
Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore
And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name
Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}
There's much to be said about the value
Of a person we choose to remember.
They touch our lives in many ways,
Be it stranger, friend or family member.
My Grandad is such a man.
Though he passed a year ago.
He epitomised "one of a kind"
Needless to say, I miss him so.
Grandads heart would bleed for those
Who were facing stressful events.
He would look for ways to cheer them up
With cards, quips and presents.
His determination knew no bounds
Unfettered by disability.
To deny pain permission to stand in his way
Was his super capability!
He often said "You can convince
Yourself that you are ill.
But much of it can be overcome."
It was by his viking spirited will.
He lived on thirty six years more
Than predicted by medical staff.
His cardiologist called him the "alpha male"
And this memory often made him laugh.
His practicality was second to none.
He could make any advance.
He made toys for children, a porch for the house
Boxes and trellises for the plants.
He transformed the garden in to
A floral paradise and peaceful place.
Seeing the creatures enjoy and explore it
Lifted his spirits and lit up his face.
In the cold dark depths of winter
To lift and warm our soul
He'd spend hours at a time in the kitchen
Preparing his special casserole.
Everything he gave to others
Stemmed from empathy and love.
He put in more consideration
Than the average person would think of.
It was my honour and my privilege
To be there with him to the end.
A precious treasure locked in my heart.
My Grandfather. My Friend.