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No matter how good we are
Most marriages have a wall,
That divides war and conquer
The barriers we erect affects us all.
Cold and calm two lifeless form
Lay side by side will not always chide.
Passion is a demon in the storm,
cruel torture willing to hide.
Reality is a plague lived out best,
Through images of songs and poetry
We create; when we are at worst,
fiercest disgruntle disguised enemy.
Seeking rehab, to quench the soul
temporally release finds a moment of peace.
The welcome propitiation of parole
That our natural laws set beyond reach.
Truth, for the present, is best to confess
Attributes to be a candle of the future.
Rehab walks through the test of forgiveness,
honesty always dispel the fate of failure.
Summer and winter day and night,
Shadows in the mind arrive and forecast
The spring of hope a ray of light,
You take your chances and leave the rest.
Let the past go through the atmosphere,
Take the heat and all the heavyweight,
Work and form a bridge to cross back over
From harm and the snare of hell’s gate.
Speaking of climate health
and multicultural wealth,...
Yes. You have a question?...
Were you here for our previous session?...
No, I mean our most recent dialogue,
published just before this one....
OK.
Well, we were speaking of,
while deep listening to,
natural health systems
and spiritually nurturing ecopolitical wealth networks....
Natural climate health
and spiritual,
multiculturing conservational
conversational wealth,
of whole organic
open living systems
temporally unidirectional,
yet spacetime ZeroZone multilaterally
polypathic leftbrain
and polyphonic rightbrain....
Yes.
Thank you for your questions.
Anyone else?
OK, so I will assume those still present
and silently contemplating
were here for our prior guided dialogue
about non-violent communication
with religious rightwing dualists
fundamentalists
evangelically leftbrain dominant
monoculturally sinful and/or ignorant
Of a crucial difference,
severance,
double-binding oppositional bipolar divide,
a barrier to mutually helpful communication
we experience
between a sacred, theological experience
of reconnecting
reknotting
religion
And a secularized natural ecological relationship
of disconnecting
segregated
degenerating
privileged
violently closed
monoculturally supremacist
anti-religious dogmatic theory
of supremely autonomous anthropocentrism...
Yes,
like only humans
could live fully in Heaven
as on healthy Earth.
Which is much more about violently sinful nature
and fear of natural-spiritual sensory compassion
and closed system mortality
and anti-holistic
open handed eco-political democratic experience
within multicultural spirit optimization networks,
Leftwing/rightwing
bicamerally non-violent communication,
compassionate communion,
cooperative dialogue
restoring EarthTribe
natural health with spiritual wealth
democratic discernment
Speaking of climate health
and multicultural wealth....
Yes.
More, rather than less,
where we left off
in our prior right on
dialogical session.
(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
I continue reading Iain McGilchrist's
"The Master [Mistress] and his [her] Emissary,"
a retelling of many RightWing dominant
and LeftWing repressed and suppressed events
anti-ecofeminist
and pro-orthodox patriarchal white privileged histories
of nationalistic fatherlands
written across the individual ego-hearts
and eco-habitats
of every EarthMother trans-regenerator
born into spatially incremental awareness
through temporally exponential change--
like a river
greeting an ocean
and an ocean
receiving a river.
Where Julian Jaynes
tells a psychological story of bicameral breakdown
into RightWing bipolar schizophrenic madness,
Introducing healing possibilities
in WinLeft/WinRight
WinWest/WinEastern dipolar integrity,
McGilchrist sees bicameral balance buildup
of LeftBrain ego competence
to passionately re-heal RightBrain integrity
remembering each ego-individuating story,
restorative listening and speaking continuous identity's history
uniquely, yet interdependently,
told through bicameral
bilateral
binomial polypathic
polyphonic musing music
polynomially ZeroSoul Zone
resiliently dancing
universal ego
and unitarian eco-habitat resonance,
Integrity's double-boundary
Yes! Yes!
ecstatic communion potential.
The mind is perturbed by the spiritual restraint
of the senses; what will the crescent desire do?
The nimbus clouds may kiss themselves and disperse temporally, before the violent pressure pours.
How will you moisten your soul— after the manner
the droughty ground imbibes rain?
To feel a splash on the eyes at a heated afternoon,
I drooped my eyelids, disabled my vision,
and restrained all the senses with the exception
of tactile pleasure— the electrifying friction of your lips moving as a pendant, gently brushing through
the carnal contour of my unexplored zones.
In the evening, the nimbus clouds will gather again,
but they may not postpone the outburst.
Wonder what joys may we proclaim
Endure love, happiness, peace and freedom
Whether it be through storm, struggle or strife.
Inhibit not your pain; temporally numb
Limit only nothing
Partake among the otherwise eluded
Articulating silence
Regret not, revel now—present tense
Today may you last all through tomorrow's night
Yell in tongues at everyone about everything excellent
Land fear; collect with them
It feels what they feel
Kindle as one like bundles
Exclaim freely without shame
Terify us
Humble us
Entertain us
Respect us
Enjoy us
Show us
Never give up faith
Over foolish doubt
Touch magic
Observe miracles
Manifest judgment
Order infatuation
Redevelop belief
Rejoice collectively
Objectify all fear, release veracious bravado and,
We will party like there's no tomorrow.
11/05/16
Julia Ward Contest
Accidently in Paris
From the bus station in Paris, I was taking a taxi to a posh
part of Paris, the driver a Moroccan didn`t know the way, but I had a map
he could not read, so I navigated, first left, second right and so one.
We got there after three hours, I tried to pay, but the driver would
not hear of it, made a U. turn and shot at me, he was a lousy shot
I stood there in the street of houses ready to expel anyone
who didn`t behave rich and since I walk like a penguin was accepted,
They say a blond girl has much fun, but I tell you a bald man has
more fun at Molin Roughs, (wrongly edited.)
Synchronized dancing and I was thinking when are we going
to eat? Someone a woman I was temporally in love with, arranged
so I could have soup. It was a feathery show, and I sneeze a lot.
I am more of a generalist
than a specialist
on nature
and on nurture,
on secular
and on sacred,
on ecological healthy relationships
and on theological interdependence.
Still,
like most reflective beings,
nourishing my interconnected rightbrain
while understudying leftbrain dominance
as a species
finding our spiritual natures
mysteriously segregated
from more natural nurturings.
Martha Rogers,
nurse educator extraordinaire,
describes me,
and you,
as whole,
yet still open,
and, like all living natural systems,
temporally unidirectional,
cumulative.
Although, perhaps an important difference
between rightbrain spiritual
and leftbrain natural lives
of reflective bicameral awareness
is our capacity for imagining
temporal bidirectionality
reverse of causality--
Enspirited time imagined running
forward and flowing back again
from today's starting point
or last night's
or tomorrow's
Especially when leftbrain comes into active verbal dialogue
planning healthier networks,
designing wealthier
natural/spiritual nurturing
yang/yin
left/right
ego/eco-systems
of non-violently secular
and ecofeminist natural,
AND compassionately sacred and spiritual
Whole
yet still Open
emergently polypathic/polyphonic
living generalist paradigms
for active/reflective
hope to restore justice healing dialogue
Applicable to both natural climate health
and spiritual multiculturing wealth.
Some people give joy wherever they go
Finding so many adventures along the way,
Some cause hope in whatever task they do,
To keep civilization progressing each day.
This present world needs people like yourself.
Its pleasures and treasures are literally dying,
Only the strong survive by their inner strength,
Embrace the responsibility that God has given.
Go out among people and run with a clear vision
Earn your keeps, become more than a number,
Give something back to a depleting civilization,
A revere token of nobility for history to remember.
For much of your life, you will have to stand alone
Your heroics misunderstood and misinterpreted,
It’s not going to be easy to fight on your own,
Stand strong, don’t retreat or you will be defeated.
On this path, celebrate every breath of your victory
Don’t let an opportunity slip by without a challenge,
Our brief life here on earth at best is temporally
A test that we must pass before the coming age.
Don’t accept mediocrity, to make you a better person,
You are far smarter than what society has accepted.
Traits is an investment of your personality and passion,
Grab each moment and wrapped them up tight.
Some will try and die regretting the grace they scorn
Most will fade away and leave destiny to make their will.
But appreciate your mortality and seize the dream,
Of a brighter future looming on the road that leads uphill.