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Why does flight feel more lightly entertaining,
yet less engaging,
than fighting?
Laissez-faire thoughts lighter
than ponderous confronting ruminations,
Why?
I would not expect a babbling infant
to understand why
WinWin cooperation deeply entertains
for learning health-enhancing cultures,
ego/eco-therapeutic religious experience,
bicamerally democratic government,
multicultural compassion-nurturing
Golden Rule co-governance.
This omnipresent co-relational laundry list of engagements
I would explicitly
cooperatively
compassionately
spiritually
and naturally hope for
from mature entertaining adults
immersed in nonjudgmental egoNows
and nonperforming ecosystemic Heres
curiously ego-echo familiar
as WinWin stunning synergies
of primal ZeroZone co-presence
breathing in engaged acceptance
to breathe out health-optimizing
non-egocentric interdependently co-acclimating performance.
Why does LeftBrain
hope to escape
from yang-competitive Win/Lose risks,
feel safer,
more defensive,
more protective
of egocentric BusinessAsUsual performance,
while chauvinistically leaving RightBrain
in Lose/Lose hopeless despair
or Win/Lose lack of integrally fulfilling performance,
or unnoticed and shunned
alone with WinWin impressions
of healthy economic entertaining opportunities
alternatively missed,
And Left/Right ecological
and theological
and governmental
and religious
and multiculturally compassionate wealth
of thoroughly engaging non-violent health-opportunities.
But, really, LeftBrain competitive ego-performances
are not so much RightBrain embodied integral brainstem
deep learning
cooperative WinWin health-care synchronic,
resiliently satisfying
like harmonic singing
and synchronized dancing
and writing ego's Win/Lose comedic/tragic
peak and valley experiences,
enculturing nutrition-stories
of healthy and unhealthy input breaths
causing wealthier entertaining output humors,
Muses,
Performance notes to self:
Now is time for ZeroZone
to breathe in regeneratively again.
To beat bicamerally
therapeutically
compassionate co-engagements again,
To become WinWin ecstatically co-entertaining,
once again
fully cooperative awareness
perceptively enraptured,
witnessing Earth's natural/spiritual entertainments.
I wonder sometimes if longing
is no more or less than misplaced belonging,
on my list of absences
that are more honestly presences
we have deferred explicitly owning right now,
you and I potentially co-empathic,
Left with Right dialectical insides and outsides,
without even knowing this absence from each in-
and outside other.
Things and relationships and transactional places
longed for yet unseen and unknown
we walk within and of and for in outflowing imaginations
both within and without ego/ecoconscious polypathic sacred-organic
ecology.
Bicamerally,
as Yang to Yin to not not back to positive Yang
we long to belong to no longer longing
to become to not not simply be
ecoconscious healthy EarthTribe cooperative reorganizers,
as, hopefully, was, and remains, Elder RNA's original organic regenerative designs,
Earth's original thermo-resonant polyculturing climate intent.
Personal and familial history
evolves into ecopolitical re-creation and de-generation stories
of great, and more typically smaller, transitions within dipolar climate histories,
ecological WinAnthro/WinEarth evolutions of octaved major thru minor memory dialects,
musical pitch and personal rhythm patterns of vibrating light
across evolution's transformative polypathic through monopolistic trends.
BiCameral CoBinary neurosystemic anthro-intelligence
recreating ecosystemic Gaian-intelligence matriarchal mysteries
HerStory cooperative strings and tales of evolutionary synergies,
authentically integral
indigenously and wisely owned incorporations,
divestments from dysfunctional climatically revolting competitions,
unkind suffering loss and death,
slowing domesticated empire-building force of irreligious nationalistic form
by day,
tsunamis and hurricanes and Earth's quaking futures by night
As perceived through bicameral co-evolving eyes,
still longing to belong within co-empathic humane-divine
nature-spirit Me/We ego/eco-systemic healing
body-mind belonging
cobinary
neurosystemically felt-thought longing
anima/animus rebalancing belonging.
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
ALOHA to my friends in INDIA, I hope this message is received with the understanding that recent interactions have vastly expounded because many have participated with my sponsored contest and as such, there is a cause that the synergies, on the most part, is protonic. Those I've been communicating, for various reasons, all pertaining to poetrysoup.com, have represented the people of INDIA, in the greatest measure to overflowing. The women are pretty due to the extension of their beautiful souls, the men ingratiate their resolve with such a passionate outcome that they give rise of what makes "INDIA is great...", and due to witnessed efforts, they have added the words, "INDIA is great...and is greater!" And for your charming children, delight your shoulders, enchantingly. I wish only to meet as many Indians as possible, but alas, I have but one life. I had the privilege to shake one Indian hand, and that was with Madame Indira Gandhi, for she had brought an elephant from India to grace our zoo here in the islands, some many years ago--of course. Yes, Hawaii is beautiful I suppose, but in a way, the islanders do not exist, for it has mountain ranges for hearts to climb, flowery valleys for romance to blossom, sparkling rivers to mirror your charms, beaches with surging waters that tantalize souls it embraces, yet, you will never see me or my fellow islanders, for we have faded and became part of its scene, with the sole purpose to sustain our gracious place in a way that it was designed, just to attract beautiful people to feel our spirit's that are now part of its landscape, welcoming them with Aloha, to our souls within our shores.
Aloha INDIA
2019 September 15
BIRTH OF A RIVER (b)
Have the vision,
to climb the mountain top.
You have the strength,
to navigate life.
Through planes, valleys,
ravines and rugged path.
The treacherous slope,
of the mountain face.
Conquer the pinnacle.
Look below the planes,
ravines and valleys beneath.
And in awe behold,
the mysteries of life.
The journey has ended.
Your joy, triumphant,
over obstacles,
you have surpassed.
Journey has just begun.
You take the leap of faith.
Like the rivers conceived,
On the Mountain top.
Dew drops that gather ,
on the leaves;
kissed by the night.
Trickle to the ground,
they gather to rejoice,
your triumph over;
tribulations of life.
A million drops;
by ten million times.
Form trickles that entwine.
transform trickles to a rivulet.
At first they gently flow
The synergies embrace,
and entwine with hope.
Ecstasy of the journey,
Filled with exhilaration, ahead.
The bliss of freedom cannot,
be described, by words alone.
Venting her fury on mother earth,
as she erodes her surface.
Scarring and bruising her vanity,
that will perpetually exist.
In her passion she dictates,
the course of her path.
Destroying all that;
obstructs her surge.
Creating a amazing;
work of art, the Canyon.
When all streams merge
and conjoin .
Dreams realized .
She finally becomes;
Paramount , a river in spate.
Making her mark in every move.
Destroying those in her path.
Till there is no respite,
she then bifurcates,
into tributaries at the delta,
calming herself of her spate.
Gently mingling with mother earth,
she carries a part of memoirs.
Journey finally ending.
She joins her beloved,
The Sea welcomes;
her with open arms.
From where she was conceived.
Natures cycle of life.
THE DIE IS CAST
“I See,” said a blind man to his deaf Spouse, emphatically
I hear the S-rhetoric She replied Sarcastically
The symptoms and signs of Stagnation
The Syndrome of intermittent Systems and Structures
Signing and later whining or wining
Structural adjustment and subsidies
The insatiable appetite for Sausages and Swine
Speculation and Smart Partnerships Scenarios
Synergies, Song of Science, Strategies, Solutions all Send Shivers down my Spine
Stock exchange and Streamlining just Sentimental
What with Solo driving, Sole proprietorship of Strings of businesses
As the faith of the Servicemen wavers, the Sales are reportedly Staggering
A Slump they call it but there’s Something Sinister
Swing into action to Subjugate these Saboteurs?
My Spirit faints But rejoice oh my Soul
Share the Spoil of the Wicked, Shillings and Swiss Francs or $ollars
If they call this Scathing, what is Stealing?
Smelling, a Stench!
Servant leaders, Surge forward to foil this Sunlight melancholy
For a calm Sea never made a good Swimmer
Study the Science of the Soil and the oil
When funds are Squandered
Guillotine the Small witty cashiers, the sardines
A Sacrifice of sorts, Scape goating and Summary Sentencing
“Where are the big bully Signatories, the Sharks”, a Senior Citizen asks?
Scot free, in Singapore in another Symposium
And who will Sub-due the enemy? Where are the species of valour, women of virtue?
Behold the Son of David, Save us!
Saviour, open your eyes and See, take our Prayer Seriously
With You on our Side we can Salvage the Situation and Scale walls
A mong the things to be most cherished
B lessings lavishly scattered along our path
C herished moments with our loved ones
D elight as nothing ever could
E choes of laughter the dance of blessings
F riendships being heavensent connections
G ratitude the state of elevated resonance
H armony, health and happiness being what we seek
I magination occupying the open curious mind
J ustice and freedom so worth fighting for
K inships flourishing in all shapes and colors
L anguage of kindness in its multitude of nuances
M anifested every day in every way
N ature bestows its blessings most bountiful
O rchestrating dynamics of universal synergies
P oetic inspiration sourced in matters of the heart
Q uivering at random thoughts of our mortality
R ainbows washing away fears with promises of afterlife
S unrise to sunset we contribute to some grand plan
T ime is nothing but a conduit to all blessings
U plifted deeds progress our spiritual journey
V alue placed on what elevates the heart
W orship is a state of mind worthy of the miracles before us
X enophobes and disbelievers converted to a higher calling
Y outh giving way to altruism and aspirations of wisdom
Z en being how we feel as we count our many blessings
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on May 19, 2022 for contest ABCEDARIAN POEM ANY SUBJECT YOU WANT sponsored by CAREN KRUTSINGER - RANKED 1ST
on July 16, 2020 for contest SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS POETICALLY sponsored by BEATA AGUSTIN - RANKED 4TH
Relationships are like ivy -
Growing;
Changing directions;
Clinging to the objects around them.
Sometimes, they enhance and beautify the host that they adorn.
Sometimes, they choke and completely devour the host in its entirety.
Each of us sprouts many vines over a lifetime.
Some that last forever;
Some for only a season or two;
Some of which never really take hold.
And, seldom do our vines stand alone.
Our vines get tangled amongst themselves and weave webs with vines from others.
It is often difficult to tell which vines are healthy,
which vines are sickly,
which vines are beneficial to the host, and
which vines are detrimental.
Some tangled vines live harmoniously;
while others struggle to co-exist.
Some tangled vines encourage growth of each other;
while others repel and seek other surroundings.
Take care of your tangled vines.
Identify those that are healthy and keep them so;
Recognize those that are sickly and assess whether or not they can be saved;
Detach yourself from those that are damaged and not worth the time to cultivate.
Too many vines require too much care at the expense of all.
Too few vines puts us at risk of being alone should the host perish.
Should our vines tangle, I hope that we can flourish together and in tandem help our host to improve with age and be a better being as a result of our synergies.
Relationships are like ivy. May yours always be beautiful and strong.
Written and posted on 7/15/2013
Non-Existence and its elementary properties as I move about freely as you can plainly see
Matter is a tangible entity: meaning that it can be physically handled making it manageable -OR- an entity that can be felt, visually, to sensibility, to the advent of emotional is established once again, mayhaps not visibly, but emphasis sways in harmonic agreement ... EMOTIONAL INVOLVEMENT
No ... Non,
are both definitive factors of negativity
undertones
The use of simple reverse psychology
synergies
So we venture the realm
of possibilities
I am a former me
I am a nonentity
A human being
No longer seen
I can be anything
I am an entity
Not a void nor empty
Unless I choose to be
Imagine a world I d where you do not exist.
I am reduced to a you
I am here to amuse
me, myself, whate'er
I am that I am
But for trice I am now
Simply a pronoun
A person I don't belong
It's based on a premise
That I had existence
I can be a tree
Or a leaf on it
Or bee tussling
About or sitting
On a rock or the rock
Tumbling down stream
Just how it'd felt for the many
Unlike me who never
Was another entity
Let alone tossed
Rocky stream like of
Those I can see whose
Numbers are to great
To count but whate'er
I want to be a part
of a rock in a stream.
I think tomorrow
I'll be a bird
I soar high up
And dive into the sea
And swim like a fishy me
Marvel novel this
Non entity
To be anything
And everything almost...
Omniscient being.
CREMATION - Poem for a Husband and Probably his Wife, Also
He wants his bones
No more grown
To her, he groans…
Wants loss of bones
That is, Cremation!
He wants to lose
That precious body
No chance for a last toddy
That route couldn’t keep
Those healthy bones
So it is she who’ll acquiesce
And lose her bones, his bones,
no moans
That is, Cremation!
His wife, instead
Enjoys their bed
She wants to visit
Him, without limit
Though gone, she’d like to see
His bones together, then
Underneath the green, no mind the weather
Please! No Cremation
Visiting him over the dark sky
Underneath that green bed
No one could ever emit a sigh
For, it is known, all others will tread.
Marriage ‘til death departed?
This gal won’t see him martyred
Her bones beside his bones
Or left to her, not his, moans.
He’d like to have sister’s no-bones
In with us! So-La! La!
Setting up a threesome
Ending that freesome.
No more, the Twosome!
About it, make no bones
Cremations don’t go like loans
Paid off, reverse no possibility
Done, there’s now no probability.
Gone, the bones to other energies
Try o try to find those synergies
Gone, is the dust forevermore,
Now - the ashes - you must store.
Gone, the body, evermore.
Ashes to ashes, so it is said
While here, be sure to enjoy your bed.
Cremation, Darnation!
(to be read loud + emphatically)
Carol Rae Bradford
March 2, 2006
9:00 am thru 10:00 am