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Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.
Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.
Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a highly subjective attribution
when blanketed across a lifespan,
when covering a generation of interdependent lifespans,
even when defining a genetically stable species
across many re-stabilizing generations.
What is stable within a life
is what is reliably conserved,
like a heart beat,
and breathing,
digesting and eliminating,
consumer and producer functions,
economic and political forms of conserving balance,
cooperative survival of the best interdependence
more than competitive Win/Lose frictions,
or all thoughts and feelings of stability
disappear.
Conserving stability over a lifetime
is a highly subjective attribution,
perhaps too broad and sweeping,
too global and universal
too totalitarian
too elitist biased
to be more microscopically accurate
across any one lifespan.
For example,
the growth rate of an infant
could not be stably conserved
throughout an eight-decade human life span,
nor could the constant two-year old questions, Why?
conserve stability
in a four-decade middle-age climate
of chronic crisis
about half-empty ecopolitical ego-stability.
Adolescent adventures in gender-related competitions
over multigenerational cooperations
could not stably conserve
a marriage
or a nation
or a planet
across a regenerative trans-speciating lifespan
of co-domesticating creolization,
democratization of shared wisdom,
health,
wealth.
I wonder if conserving stability
of bilateral mind,
and centering on stability with diversity body
more likely matriarchal than patriarchal,
oriented toward health and safety
across eight positive WinWin regenerations,
at eight-decades of humane life,
facing immanent individual ego-death,
could already be conservatively stabilizing
in the bicameral mindbody
of an infant child,
or even a stuck in adolescent competitions
patriarchal-dominant
nation?
January 20 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 8-10
Key Verse – Exodus 8:1 And the LORD spake unto Moses, Go unto Pharaoh, and say unto him, Thus saith the LORD, Let my people go, that they may serve me.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SERVICE COMMANDER
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
stretching over me Your hand of authority
Thank You for bringing me to Your realm of submissive humility
I entreat that You take away my arrogance that makes me haughty…
Please forgive my selfishness and carnality.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
stirring me with Your finger of compassion
Thank You for building me up to rise above weak devotion
I know that You are omnipotent to break my rebellious reaction…
Please forgive my stubbornness and corruption.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
sacrificing for me by Your heart of lovingkindness
Thank You for binding me to Your gracious dealing against deceitfulness
I trust that You remain in Your caring faithfulness…
Please forgive my unbelief and doubtfulness.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
stabilizing me through Your mind of work-fulfillment
Thank You for beholding me to grow within Your designed development
I realize that You want the best for my heavenly achievement…
Please forgive my discontentment and lack of commitment.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
strengthening me along Your power of miraculous deed
Thank You for breaking me of my worldliness that leads toward vain greed
I understand that You must discipline me since such I need…
Please forgive my disobedience-creed and pride-breed.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
satisfying me by Your presence of divine signs
Thank You for blessing me when I follow Your truth, bright light that shines
I beseech that You transform me along faith which virtuously refines…
Please forgive my motives and desires outside Your standard lines.
Lord God, You are my service Commander,
settling me toward Your throne of prayer responses
Thank You for blinding me against darkness of materialism’s curses
I find that You never leave me to be overtaken by evil practices…
Please forgive my clinging to and craving for worthless influences.
January 20, 2023
Remember to warm up before you start dancing with your cat
It'll be a late night, the concert won't end till around 10 so we'll start dancing sometime around...
It was so strange, but one of my favourite memories, that this song should just compel us to leap up and start dancing
We'll all get very very drunk, start acting quite lewd, try and pull the barmaid, start dancing like monkeys
Immediately, visions of sugar plums start dancing in my head. Open cab pumpers are IT!
A bunch of lady boys come up to you and grab your hand and try to start dancing with you
Do not expect to start dancing Tango Nuevo earlier than in 12 months of hard work
I love that song! "Cha Cha Slide". Download it then start dancing
Google is stabilizing, and the bots seem to be done with their full-crawls. Google is now ready to start dancing
But before the mice start dancing on the table: I will still be reading your blogs
I don't see little girls just start dancing in the middle of a parking lot on a daily basis
Descriptions of the bikini-clad women who start dancing erotically
I mean, come on dude, get out there, start dancing
The eagle flies with two wings, the left and the right, working together. The right says it's good, but the left says it's better. The body is one, resting at the center, the stabilizing, driving force of both sides despite the weather.
Together, both wings fly liberally and fastidiously across the plane. As one, the bird keenly overlooks and surveys the moving train.
From the train, many look up from time to time, but around November everyone looks up for a better view and peace of mind.
O' bird, Big Bird, with that eagle's eye just flying high, surveying and guiding the moving train as it passes by.
Sometimes the left will appear better while the right is lesser, or vice versa. But the direction is always the same because the body is at the center for sure.
*Image of Landscapes by Giphy.
Plantae I
I lie in my earthly womb
Unflowered cribbed in my ultimate bed
Bared to the encountering elements
Trifles steep their enriched parts
Distinct rain their confidences
Exert savored energies
A nourishing obligates
'Neath the weight of my girth
I sprout
Embedded toes stabilizing
Feverishly spreading, a flourishing site,
Unfathomable stretches, probing in growth,
Neath the weight of me to the sight of my being,
Whence the sense of my essence takes a peak,
E'er so slightly, I oft rise and slowly unsheath,
My shallow blade, by and by, will mightily survive the descent of me,
As I surrendered poking further,
Abandoned to the cares of this earth,
I yield myself purposefully pulling incessantly,
Lowly, a humble worth,
A petite verdant clothed insignificant am I,
Yet I spring forth the breadth of life, a stillness via inches, reveals,
Offerings bestowed freely, subtle trades, being accordingly,
An opportune enrichment as a component of this world,
The ingenious extent throughout my presence,
Expose a unique character in the design of me,
Sharing my children via the virtuous elements upon their calls of me,
Whereby, validating my species assuredness,
Forever in a day undressing my colors fully for passing eyes to favor,
The colorfulness, an artistic compromise as personas are expressed,
Unprotected as a seasonal passage occupies the conquest of time,
We bare ourselves in subjugated humility,
Of a short-lived consequence,
Our age foretold, ringed in our statuesque frame, ingrained within,
Announces a withering, one of many,
Spacial spatterings of a species, a forest, in global respect,
Nevertheless, a cessation that was long-addressed,
Paves anew, as chartreuse blades, diminutive in stature,
Outcrops a foundation previously possessed,
Its former tenant, tis save a legacy,
Notwithstanding, on the greatest of scales,
A similar fate awaits this world,
For now, be it a novel.
2020 February 24
Climate change
is to unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
is to universal resonance.
Voting for Trumpian terrors
as a vote for change
to drain Washington's swamp
is one of the confusions of our ecopolitical lexicon,
allowing a pathological climate against healthy change
when we need a healthy climate for stabilizing
swamps in their best ecosystemic places
and capital city re-investments
in our diverse creolizing ecopolitical spaces.
Climate therapies urgently needed
for stabilizing creolic chaotic swamps
in their better and healthier locations,
presumably no longer to include Washington
or Moscow,
are therapies of 0-core bicameral mindfulness
and internal/external co-arising peace.
Budgeting and planning to invest
in more and ever more military offensive change
is not a healthy wealth of defensive strategy.
Calling military offense our strongest defense
does not make a terrorizing offensiveness
more politically or economically palatable climate choice.
Militaristic
nationalistic offensiveness
is to change our swampy climate of jingoistic cheap patriotism
by growing it into a fear-mongering Colossus,
not draining us out and in past Lady Liberty's beacon Promise.
Our commercial and commodified Trumpian cities
have sold us
what they have told us
we must industriously want to ecopolitically buy.
But, that does not change
universal and unitarian truths,
distinctions between climate health
and ecopolitical landscapes of pathology.
Selling climate change denial and ever more military offense
further accelerates our global climate of now critical illness,
which is unjustly the opposite
of climate therapy
beginning within each and every
0-sum WinWin polypathic heart
and nondual mindbody
co-arising internal
toward external
ego-peace informing eco-justice.
Climates change
therapeutic unitarian instincts
as global terrorism
scares the patriarchal pants off
naked universal-matriarchal resonance.
Let's have a word from THE RISING SUN:
I rose this morning and spoke hope to the solar system,
reassuring everyone concerned of a stabilizing experience;
and advising citizens all, in my sphere of influence, to take
one day at a time. Moreover, allow me to simply say that
I will dutifully fulfill my daily assignment and take my leave.
I learned from my humble beginning that I cannot control the clouds
nor dictate to the winds that are also on assignment. Come what may,
we only have a say in what our assignment is today. I must go now,
lest I overstay and take away precious time from the setting sun.
Now a word from THE SETTING SUN:
It's been a long day. Some clouds came and threw shadows in the pathway.
My rays knew that the winds would come along and push the clouds along.
So, they kept their steady glow even though not everyone saw them glowing.
I'm learning to be gentler and not force my fiery ways. I try not to stress
and look forward to the end of my day when I will take my rest. I also realize that none of us are perfect, because the entire universe has been ill-affected by the sins of Adam and Eve. But I anticipate the day when we all shall be perfected.
Finally, a word from THE MOON:
I'm ok with being the last on this program of Space and Time.
I don't feel any less than Sunrise or Sunset; honestly, I don't.
I am just one of many brights of the night to help keep the light.
Moreover, the world is infatuated with my variant and beautiful shapes.
I am surrounded by many stars of wonder with such stunning sights.
I must admit that one is hard-pressed to find anything more glorious
than Sunrise or Sunset. Nevertheless, I have always been taught to
believe and realize that my purpose in the night sky is just as
meaningful as Sun, clouds, winds, and every speck of particle
in God's vast domain and awesome universe.
August 20 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Jeremiah 30-32
Key Verse – Jeremiah 30:17 For I will restore health unto thee, and I will heal thee of thy wounds, saith the LORD…
FAITH IN GOD WHO RESTORES HEALTH UNTO US
God restores health unto us with His divine enablement
While stabilizing our hearts by His peace-fulfillment
To establish our faith upon His settlement
That frees us from sin-entrapment.
God restores health unto us with His graciousness
While building our convictions by His truthfulness
To brace our faith upon His greatness
That delivers us from doubt-oppressiveness.
God restores health unto us with His spiritual aid
While granting our prayers His goodness that does not fade
To anchor our faith upon precious price He paid
That makes us rejoice for provisions not delayed.
God restores health unto us with His ready reinvigoration
While fortifying our souls against iniquity’s temptation
To strengthen our faith upon His Word’s instruction
That draws us near to Him for pardon’s sanctification.
God restores health unto us with His mercy
While smiting our worries through His promises’ consistency
To stabilize our faith upon His assured fervency
That blesses us against weariness-caused persistency.
God restores health unto us with His wisdom’s light
While illumining our mind in our Bible study so right
To let our faith stand upon His Scriptures in holiness-fight
That teaches us from deception and falsity’s blight.
God restores health unto us with His heavenly hope
While commending our service of stewardship-scope
To increase our faith upon His Word against worldliness’ dope
That assures us His victory by His eternal triumph’s rope.
August 20, 2025
Under a silver grin of moon, he shuffles past the tide,
His cane clicks like Morse code—C-A-N-E, not C-A-N-T—in stride.
Salt air tames his hair around the balding head, still stubbornly spry,
And in that tap-tap rhythm, a rogue star leaps in his eye.
Wave surf offers applause, gulls pretend they've never seen a groove this hot;
He nods a courtly greeting to a lady’s heart his steps have caught.
With a wink he tilts the cane—epinephrine meeting moonlight’s glow—
“Cane?you?feel?the?love?tonight?” echoes back from the seas below.
Eyes soft as driftwood meet trundling cane below waist:
He whispers jokes to moonlit foam, confessing past youthful haste.
He has hips once worth a dance card, now requires stabilizing support—
Still he swivels on one leg, as if each grain of sand were a court.
Seagulls halt their gossip, waves lean in for that sly wink,
Each embered foam-cap brims: they’d lunge for her if they could think.
He strides with a regal hush, the beach becomes ballroom and stage;
She laughs and claims her bosom warm, her pulse half his age.
He tips his cane like a top hat and makes low bows to her feet,
Promise lies in crooked wood, varnished, aged, yet resolutely sweet.
Moonlight carves their silhouettes, applause in each breaking wave—
Their love is not shiny youth; it’s the swagger of the brave.
In the midnight strolls, old man dancing with sticks and sea,
Love that leans on folly, memory, and one-second dignity.
Long after sand erases footprints and the tide forgets its rounds,
Your cane will still be tapping: “Can’t stop loving you,” it sounds.
What bridges the stale, hot air of summer?
Icecream
Soulful pageant of flavors
A cone piled high
Vanilla, Chocolate, Strawberry
or Rocky Road sublime
Control unteethered, de-stabilizing diet
Comfort food soothes stress
and laps of relentless striving
To lick, lustfully, the sweet drips
that ooze to our hands
heavy with the weight of June
Inside a limitless obsession
that hammers hunger
that lifts the talons of heat
the trappings of cold, telegraphs relief
an altered state
In the tucked curve of a summer's smile
stitched to a ruddy, sticky
cookie-cream face.
Poem composed: April 1st, 2021
Contest: All Yours (June 7)
Sponsor: Brian Strand