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Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
Under the heavy aegis of passing time,
Centuries have become a burden weighing upon the moment,
We are more severed from purity than all the ages,
Corpses of empires, our own decay surrounds us.
History extinguishes under our exhausted breath,
The rasp of nations' deaths becomes a background melody,
The curtain of the universe is torn, moth-eaten,
Through its cracks, we see only masks and sluggish phantoms.
Is there love beyond what you can grasp?
Is there goodness beyond your limits?
Is there a reality broader than all you know?
Is there understanding that far surpasses you?
It would be wise to believe so.
For yes, chaos extends beyond the horizons,
But this chaos is a foundation only for those who do not venture,
On the invisible steps of the eternal mystery,
In the teachings of the past lies deep evidence.
The eternal clock pendulates in a heavy silence,
Each stroke, an open gravestone in the night,
Ghosts of old empires, caught in a macabre dance,
In the spectrum of our ruins murmur to one another.
In the mantle of the evening, we wear living masks of twilight,
Trying to cover the decay of our souls,
But through the holes in the curtain, absolute truths penetrate,
Specters arrayed divinely, like banners of being.
Our saga is written in the ash of a bygone universe,
In endless universes, we explore deeply hidden secrets,
In the fissures of reality, whispered answers trickle,
In unknown questions, a network of dreams intertwined.
In the eternal vastness, a sense reveals its wings,
Perfectly interwoven chaos, in its form of wonder,
But at its core, a hope shines with living light,
Beyond all we know, eternal purity is born.
Beyond our limited echoes,
Lies an absolute love, a cosmic goodness,
An unbounded reality and supreme understanding,
Awaiting us, beyond the springs of knowledge.
Thus, in the midst of shadows and hollow suffering,
Hope weaves its thread of eternal silver,
For in the mysterious depths of infinity,
Chaos emerges, but so does the fundamental order of being.
The elders gather the children together in a tent,
to pass down the teachings of the Ojibwe culture;
through fables, legends, myths, songs and dance,
to the sound of a beating drum we listen.
Of moral stepping stones and spiritual beliefs,
through fables, legends, myths, songs and dance;
we learn of the seven grandfather's who dwell above,
of animals in nature who have great spirit.
In fables, humility is represented by the mighty wolf,
for the wolf's very life is to be part of the pack;
and the ultimate shame is to be outcast, alone,
to know humility is to know who you are.
In legends, honesty is represented by the raven,
for the raven accepts himself completely;
and knows how to use his gifts in order to thrive,
to walk life in integrity is to know honesty.
In myths, respect is represented by the buffalo,
yes, to live your life in peace and total harmony;
to give of yourself in order that the people survive,
to honor your creation is to know respect.
In songs, bravery is represented by the bear,
the mother bear has the greatest strength;
and courage to protect and feed her young,
to face life with courage is to now bravery.
The drums, speak of wisdom represented by the beaver,
the beaver uses his gifts for his survival;
and alters his environment to sustain his existence,
to cherish knowledge is to know wisdom.
In dance, truth is represented by the turtle,
here on earth since the beginning of all time;
he lives his life slowly but with a destination in mind,
and knows the importance of the journey.
In fables, legends, myths, dance and songs we learn,
of the eagle who flies the highest to the creator;
who sees all, the eagle connects all the teachings,
to earn an eagle feather is the highest honor.
"Life is circular and the heart is the center and we are the heart."
___________________
February 22, 2017
Verse/Fables, Legends, and Myths
Copyright Protected, ID 879326
For the contest, Fable
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
We may have found a time
in human maturation
when our history of depression
becomes unveiled mutual suppression
of healthy impressions,
We may be coming upon a time
of opportunities for climate ministrations
to reverse spiritual dehydration
of ego-souls
and our co-habitating eco-soils
for healthy safety.
There may come a space
on Earth's revolutions
when natural LeftBrain
abstract deductions
listen with less WholeEarth violence
resistance
secularizing dissonance
to Earth's ancient RightBrain inductions,
invocations,
win/win invitations,
When physical
personal
political
economic knowledge
follows EarthMother's original teachings
metaphysically multicultural,
interdependent
eco-political wisdom
Indigenously rebecoming
our return to Here with Now,
3DSpace with 2Dipolar Times
EgoSoul within becoming healthy EcoSystemic
anti-racist
pro-Green EarthJustice,
rebecoming NonViolent CoEmpathic UnDuality
verbal/non-verbal confluence
LeftBrain ironic coincidental Space
with RightBrain iconic co-operative Time
May be coming upon this 20/20 SpaceTime
in humane win/win playtime
of bicameral maturation,
nutrition,
communication,
win/win administration
Is better than
win/lose health and safety values
for masturbation
Is better than
total lose/lose patriarchal castration.
We may have found a
Once Upon Our EarthTime
in human eco/ego-political
Right/Left
Yin/Yang maturation
when our history of depression
becomes unveiled mutual suppression/repression
of healthy ecological
and safer theological impressions.
Banish listening, and teachings end.
Between "Yes!" and "No!"
How much spectral difference is there?
Between healthy "live" and "evil"
Is the difference not normally 50-50?
That which we fear
Is indeed to be feared;
That which we love
Is indeed to be beloved;
But, alas, distant, yet also at hand, is this dawn of awakening
toward loving to be loved as
fearlessly unafraid of Beloved Climax Community!
We merry-make today,
self-congratulate while sub-optimizing,
As if consistently absorbing redemptive nutrients,
As if playing Mountain Warrior in Springs redolent climax;
I alone am mildly wild with harvesting unemployment,
Like a new-born babe that cannot yet smile,
Unattached,
neither grasping at joy nor averting lost identity,
contention with dissonance is like one without a zero home.
History's prevailing culture has enough and to spare,
But I am like one left out,
behind marginal invisible boundary,
my heart and mind must be that of buttless comedy,
Being as muddled,
ambivalently equivalent,
nebulously coincident!
Left-brain dominator cultures are knowing, luminous,
strength self-fulfilling and prophesying futures;
I alone am dull, confused, equivalent.
Egocentric culture is clever, self-assured;
I alone, depressed, repressed, suppressed,
not impressed, pressed, pressing, birthing.
Patient as the sea,
Adrift, seemingly aimless tipping points.
We all have purposed meaning,
teleologized ecological faith;
I alone appear stubborn and irrelevantly uncouth.
I appear to differ from SuperEgo Culture,
In optimally valuing succulent sustenance from Mother Earth,
universal natural systemic polyculturing in/out-formation.
Evolution of revolution,
spirals in a sacred path;
spinning and unending motion,
sacred geometry, holy math.
stony links of soul fire burning,
from the past into the present;
ancestral teachings we are learning,
venerable journeys they represent.
Whispers of ancestral mystery,
echoed through the sages spirit;
missing puzzle pieces of history,
given freely to those who’ll hear it.
Lain upon the land yet plundered,
ties that bind ethereal essence;
all that exists is just a number,
akashic texts in coalescence.
5-16-2021
Religion or Spirituality Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
When you head out to worship today…no matter to what God you pray
Pray for whoever else is praying to live the basic teachings of their religion
that some have forgotten or abandoned along the way.
Pray for everyone to love everyone…in this country and every foreign land
Pray that everyone treat everyone with kindness and respect…
Pray when they see someone in need…they lend a helping hand.
Pray when they see someone hurt or injured…whether close by or far away
they will offer them assistance…Pray they won’t look the other way.
Pray that everyone do everything within their power
to enhance each other’s happiness…to ease each other’s suffering and pain…
Pray when they see sadness showering down…they’ll offer an umbrella in the rain.
Pray when they see someone hungry…starving
they won’t wait another minute…another day.
to offer them food to fill their bellies…
Pray they won’t withhold…or take their food away.
When they see people in need of medicine to help them heal…
or that will allow them to live another day
pray they will offer them that medicine…
pray they won’t withhold or take that medicine away
Pray, when the day is over, and you kneel by your bed to pray
You won’t go to bed knowing there were people in the world
you could have helped that day.
And if there were…
pray for the love, the strength and the compassion
that when you kneel down to pray tomorrow…
you will be the reason for their happiness…
not another reason for their sorrow.
By Phan Tan Hai
The wise are never confused,
the brave never afraid—
now I meet them again in a film,
the lessons I learned in my youth,
unsure how much of them ever proved true.
Is it true the wise no longer doubt?
Is it true the brave no longer fear?
The Analects I recited when I was young—
dust on the bookshelf has blurred
the innocence of those years.
Alas—
the more I study, the more doubts arise;
the braver I become, the more hesitation grows,
only because I fear this world
will shatter a little more,
only because I fear another moon
will break upon the lake.
Meeting Master Confucius’s teachings again
in a martial-arts film,
my heart grows even more uncertain.
Books I read now are countless as scriptures,
yet the more I understand this world,
the deeper my doubts become.
The more words, the more tangled—
if only the heart were quiet,
if only all words vanished from the mind,
if only I could delight in this world like a child,
look into a mirror
and forget my own name, or anyone’s.
Each day I translate the news—
full of bomb-soaked storms,
full of children’s cries.
Who was it that said
“the wise are never confused”?
Swimming through forests of words each day,
my heart grows heavier
with doubt.
If only I could forget all words,
enter a place without measure,
where neither wisdom nor folly exists,
where neither black nor white,
neither night nor day,
neither self nor other—
a place where all things
are silent.
morning of new day of the Year-2020
I don't find the bed-sheet of fogs around me
this morning is not new to me
this fairness of dawn is not new
everything and everyone as usual activated
last night 11: 59 minutes brought nothing
heard some carefree musical sound
enjoyed a birthday cake for new day of the Year-2020
danced enjoying the snow beer
and then I find this morning
my master of soul has come and asked
how are you?
-"I'm fine" I've replied
Happy New Year-2020
-"Same to you"
where is 2019 in your watch?
-"Passed away"
oh temporary everything and everyone.
-"Yes"
what did you do last night?
-"Enjoyed the passed away and coming moments"
what did you learn from your enjoyment?
-"This life is impermanent"
and?
-"Human can make this life permanent if he wants"
how?
-"By doing munificent and benevolent deeds for all without indiscriminate"
ok, what's your resolutions for new year?
-"I'm old love for everyone and I'm old peace"
what do you know about your love?
-"My love is blind by born. It knows no law to do good always wherever it comes whenever"
and?
-"In the dictionary of my love has no hate"
great! but do you know-
love is prison cell in the freedom chain of life!
love is an eternal intoxicating drug!
one sided love for truth is the drinking hemlock of Socrates!
-"No"
ok, no more today. note these-
be good with good but don't be dog with dog!
the Happy and Unhappy by born twin feelings in the immature love of mind!
-"I noted; Thank you"
what's your first work of new day of Year-2020
-"To read a poetry"
but what's poetry
-"Don't know"
(smiled)
poetry of self is nothing but an eternity of wisdom!
best of luck, bye.
-"Bye"
-January 01,2020 CTG, BD
Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.
Psalms 25:5 NIV
God our hope is in you
Moment by moment
That one might become less
In order ,you might become more
For your love is pure and true
Guide one in your truth
So one might see the deception
In this world being held captive
Confusion from deceitful hearts at bay
Seeking to be their own shrine
For one can be in the world
But be pulled out from it
God one can read your word to see
Only through you is there a way to be free
For ones soul to find a refuge
In all the chaos around one
Teach one who seeks the truth
From the spirit promised
To gain the hidden treasures
Of understanding and knowledge
Wisdom not taught by the flesh
In ones weakness give one strength
Receiving new vision and hearing
To detect all the false teachings
The eyes shall be opened to see
All that trys to deter and reject
What is not from from you.
Hearing to discern false teachings
Through your spirit sent
Let one learn your ways
To become pleasing in your eyes
To become a temple for your presence
That one might see this life is not our own
We once had no way to return
But through Christ one can be redeemed