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I pack the backpack
then empty it
count again what's needed,
discarding the unlikely.
the unnecessary.
Remember to add a pocket edition
of 'North American Birds'
adjust the straps,
shove and pummel the overstuffed kit,
try to balance the weight,
smooth the angular,
tighten the loose.
Once again
I open the backpack
to add a small survival kit.
I forgot to pack a rope
or toilet paper!
I remember just in time
that I have left the instruction manuals
for the battery-operated can opener,
the outdoor fire lighter,
the camping stove,
and a high-tech sharpening tool
on a small folding chair.
I gather the manuals up,
pack them,
try to pack the small folding chair,
decide I will have to carry it separately.
The camping chair is in my left hand,
in my right hand a sturdy hiking stick.
A tin pot, cleats and folding iron skillet,
dangle from a rolled-up pup tent
above the backpack,
they jangle loudly when I dare move.
I lumber to the front door to leave.
I can’t pass through the door,
too much gear
I will have to squeeze out sideways,
but now I can’t turn the door handle or lock,
my spacesuit-like, all-weather jacket
won’t bend at the elbows.
A light rain is falling.
My hand-held GPS is low and needs charging.
I forgot to pack a camera.
Something is beeping under my coat - can't reach it,
my fashionable 'Everest' climbing hat
has toppled off my head -
can't reach down to get at that either.
Being no longer limber enough to shrug,
I proceed to unpack previous expectations
and all outdoor plans for today.
Theoretically, I will have to unpack myself
just to enter the house once more.
Before we get to the practice number three
A few words to reside in clarity
The triad or trika
Para, para-para & apara
Lowest the apara - we as in-form consciousness
Aligning with (para-para) Shakti to get to (Para) Shiva Oneness
Or we may say our journey from ignorance to luminescence
Relying upon energy as vibration in octaves of innocence
The path being pathless there being no coming or going
Yet awakening from amnesia by simply re-recognising
So no doing to be done erect without support
The Sushumna ignites vaporising the maya fort
Or we may say bypassing the Ida & Pingala
We cajole the Kundalini to ascend via Sushumna
Thus theoretically this practice is known
Yet execution feasible only when fear has flown
So what does the practice actually entail
How may we rudderless sail
Resting thoughts imaginal
As also theories conjectural
Our focus on Sushumna when breath ceases
Possibly is a childlike prayer that Shakti pleases
The practice also speaks of Samadhi like meditation
Which if enabled grips Sushumna in bliss elation
Which it always was & is
Though we were oblivious to its fizz
As such this practice is for those who are so qualified
Having partly awakened with lower mind vaporised
Epilogue:
The practice narrated
As stated
Yet it may be affirmed
Confirmed
That indeed the Sushumna is the rod of initiation
Luminous with radiant bliss throbbing in elation
Preceded by fusion of polarities in the Anahata
Whereupon bliss in permanence abides in the Sushumna
11-August-2020
When I die
will the sky be rhetorical,
will it still turn red at eventide
or shall the world die with me?
I think it may become
a hypothetical fur-ball,
just an idea
I had been anxious about
for neigh on 74 years...
...a theory now caught within a dying throat;
just a little furry representation of the world
that will pass away with me
into the next imaginative realm...
...all of which would be convincing evidence
of an afterlife ---- except
that I will have left all my earth memories
in a leather suitcase full to the brim
with assorted junk
that I had lost, mislaid, or discarded
over a lifetime
and so ----- theoretically
I may have to dream-up a new red sunset sky
and begin again.
I do not love you
I love possibilities
Ideas
Creativity
Abstracts over absolutes
Exploration
Experimentation
Who we might be
who we could be
theoretically
if certain variables
would happen to be true
If in your presence
I found this veil
obstructing my vision
lifted from my eyes
able to see
colors once again
bold and bright
instead of muted hues
If we were to discover
synchronicity of
our energy in
pursuing our endeavors
If not only my words
but the heart beating
behind them mattered to you
I don’t seek perfection
but maybe you do
Perhaps that’s the problem
I don’t love you
Not yet
Here we are huddling together,
not yet our collective nightmare
nor our communal wetdream.
At our best,
struggling compassionately together
in-between future and past
polyculturally climaxing health
and monoculturing deep valleys
of dark pathology
At our worst,
competing against each other
unscientifically inorganic,
resenting what our elders too liberally exhausted before us,
and what our children and grandchildren expect us
to conserve for them.
Here we are,
re-imagining what becomes theoretically possible
for power of unmerited, and unmetered, light
and not brightness of monotheistic power
Re-creating multicultural serenity
re-storying nutritional economic pursuits
re-deeming MotherNature's political passions
scientific and religious
organic and sacred
pleasures
While finding ever new positively healthy variables
to reproduce multi-regenerational soul food cooperatives,
savory economies of polyamorous healthcare
for geopolitically accessible win/win compassion
Without snapping food from each Other's future mouths
like rabid wolves
Without commodifying
plasticizing
militarizing moist indigenous values
of EarthMother's sacred living water
with rivered freedom to flow out
and rise again,
as we once valued gold
and salvation.
Here we are,
dry-humping Earth's healthy win/win
poly-empowering potential,
huddling against past traumatic win/lose
unenlightened mono-colonizing retributions
Praying SkyFather will not collapse
before we have raped
our sacredly rapturous MotherEarth
irreligiously raw.
A Republic or Democracy
By Franklin Price
8/26/2016
A Republic or Democracy, you may think they're quite the same.
You can see not by the spelling, or the meaning of the name.
Though neither has a royalty, has neither queen nor king;
Representatives are voted in, by the people, that's their thing.
In Democracies it's everyone who has the right to vote
In Republics voters law defined by representatives of note
Theoretically, as time moves on, Democracy remains unchanged.
Republics, through the powers that be, are often rearranged.
Voters changed and methods too to keep the powers there,
To resist all change, if going well, by representatives who dare
A Republic is The U.S.A. not a democracy,
It really is quite evident by the actions that we see.
If not for the Constitution, that our founding father's wrote,
Only the rich and powerful would have the right to vote
The masses would be serfs and pawns; I'm not so sure we're not,
For some are given all they have by the working ones who've got
The rich pay very little and keep the working taxes high
To keep their thumbs upon us, to control us 'til we die.
Many workers are so foolish, think their votes don't mean a thing.
They stay at home on voting day. In their heads, alarms should ring.
By staying home, they have no voice. The rich have less to do
For change will not be coming; surprise!, surprise! there's nothing new.
If you care about this country, and the Republic that is here,
Vote, when the polls are open,. to have a voice, I hope that's clear.
Yond the Book of Judges, uncover the smudges,
Samson and or Shimshon, a Nazarite vowed, son,
Delilah deceptor, Philistia's daughter,
The lipstick was preying, weight lift also praying,
The black widow spider, spun her web of desire,
Weakness met the Stronger, Judge o'er his souls--weaker,
At night, just half on fire, the other half conspire,
The turning half plotted, the burning unspotted,
Samson's made of muscles, Spider stings turned mussels,
Spider's stinger retracts, eight-legged scissors hair hacks,
Samson was made a fool, Philistines grad high school,
Graduates assemble, alma martyrs temple,
Philistines filled--pagan, Samson don't see Dagon,
Flunkies built the Temple, protest those assembled,
Chants "Tie him 'tween pillars," "psst--same dream's dreamer!"
... and the rest is biblical history (theoretically/archeology, unchallenged? HM? Methinks misconception partial with Kansas ...) *Philistia was originally via Egyptian hieroglyphics as Sea People mid 1300 BC. After losing the war with Pharoah Ramses III, was banished to southern Canaan. Oddly, archeologists do not support this resettlement claim via the hieroglyphics. Then known as Pelesets popularly became Philistines The Philistines were brought into notoriety via the Bible during the days of Abraham and Isaac as King Abimelech was then ruler of Philistia. And of note, Sarah and Rebekah, as well. Seranim's or Lords ruled Philistia. They fell under the swords and arrows of the Babylonian Empire ruled by King Nebuchadnezzar II. And of further note, Arabically, Philistine is a derivative word for modern-day Palestine.
Consolation prizes are always small and devastatingly adequate.
We've all taken tests - if you haven't - I want your secret.
We (my study group) spent two weeks at my place (6th Ave).
prepping for finals - which are now only half complete.
These tests take everything we've learned this year in separate modules, like anatomy, physiology, pharmacology - and compresses them, like doppio - questioning not just the fact, but where it
belongs, and how it fits the whole. Eeeeek!
Working in a group makes studying feel less like punishment,
and more like prep for a game we might win.
There are four of us - Emma, Léah, Chloé and me.
Emma’s all sharp synthesis - capable of organizing any chaos,
Léah spots the strange detail, the hidden thread, that no one else saw,
Chloé brings speed - she has near total-recall,
and I'm good at naming patterns and tying up loose-threads
- Said slightly more poetically..
We’re optimized girls
who score higher than everyone else
high-yield, low-maintenance types
hydrated by iced coffee and espressos.
We know the names of things
we know you inside out
We've learned to perform concern
in a medically appropriate register,
because we know what's theoretically possible.
We abbreviate, speaking in acronyms like Navajo code-talkers,
because our frank opinions are socially discouraged.
We've learned to speak clearly about bodies,
while getting less time to enjoy our own.
Our tests are half-way done. I think If we stopped - just stopped doing the work - the silence would be enormous, like stepping out of a machine, that was louder than we knew
- but no one’s stopping.
.
.
Songs for this:
Smash by Born At Midnite
Paraiso by Pearl & The Oysters
.
.
Doppio = double espresso
.
.
It's a week-long series of tests in: Anatomy, physiology, pharmacology, cell biology, genetics, biochemistry, clinical basics, drug basics, Semiology, Cardiovascular & Respiratory Systems, and Cell & Tissue Biopathology.
She darkly dreams in Anger Valley
discovered shortly and belongingly after
original Fear uncovered
floating languorously downstream
to leave behind red hot footprints
of childhood work
and play
and pray for change,
growing health,
by increasing win/win compassion healing,
Or terror aggressively swims upstream Fear
to warn future past angels of light
against win v lose zero-sum evolving valleys
theoretically coming, climaxing frequent culture
Streams of chronic militarized lose/lose outcomes,
AngryGuilt and TerroristPanic,
predator v prey EarthClimate degenerations;
All regenerate Rapture hopes
carelessly abandoned,
neglected,
dissociated from natural Earth bodies,
disembodied spiritual abstractions
disarray
chaos
Where first generation fear
predicts second generation anger
then moves forward
in ego-defying perpetuity,
self-fulfilling oppositional prophecies,
I can hate you
before you hate me more,
Defiant disorders
jumping from traumatized prenatal experience
into nationalistic militarization disorders
Only left-brain elitist might
takes RightWing defiant reactions
against cooperative democratic
healthy
resilient
resonant
regenerative trust.
OverYang oppressions deny less frightened options
of Left with Right mutual multicultural balance,
deductive historic thoughts
with inductive cultural feelings,
Polypathic integrity,
secular with sacred PassionValleys,
Natural Associative-Grateful Persons
with Ancient Originating DePersonalizing Spirit,
Ego within Ecological EarthResonance:
Primal ZeroZone Theology
flowing languorously/passionately
down and up YinValleys
Of Anger is
to enlightened reason
as Fear is
to empowering passion.
~ Homage to Walt Sing Matt Tilde ~
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute cocaine
(as an opiate of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of he/she who
controls coveted booty
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hair,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.