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Nakedness is seen
by a coscience in conflict;
nakedness is the fear
of hearts shunning their guilt...
It will be incredibly beautiful
to gently fall in a deep sleep,
hop on one of those clouds and float
on a lovely,unending and surreal dream...
Like Adam and Eve,
we'll be completly alone and safe;
innocent and unaware
of our own nakedness:
to wander off into the wilderness
with Guardian Angels on our side...
Wouldn't it be an awful pity
to lose all that is blessed,good and nice
for taking somebody's else wrong advice
and be found unworthy of joy?
It will be conceivably easy
to ascape from reality:
only loving ourselves timelessly;
thinking of happy thoughts
as we contemplate the endless stars
that that seem to welcome our sensuality...
Wouldn't it be wonderful
to be so thankful
to the Mighty Lord,
and to trust in His promise of prosperity...
than to be defeated by misery?
Nakedness is considered sleazy and lame
by eyes that are lascivious and unholy;
nakedness is felt conspicuously
when we stare at our naked bodies in shame...
Talk and Walk
“In the forest. You love ancient life,” said Satan.
“Magnetized. Yes, magnetized,“ I answered.
“Sure. You are magnetized by old life,” said Satan.
“So good to meet with you again, Master,” I greeted Satan.
“Let us go walk into your loved woods,“ Said Satan.
“ So ancient. Oldest than life. Hoary. Eternal,” I answered Satan.
“Best place to meet me. Silent, true, pure, original,” Said Satan.
“This place is worthy of you, Master. It’s your style,” I said to Satan.
“This is my style. This is my paradise. Just walk,” Said Satan.
“You have Paradise. I feel your living place. Beauteous,” I said.
“ How do you know that?” Asked Satan. “From meditation,“ I answered.
“From meditation. Maybe you have true imagination. Right,” Satan said.
“I am looking for Paradise. The Paradise. But not that,” I said to Satan.
“What paradise are you looking for? Which one is the truth?” Asked Satan.
“I need the newest one. Always. Henceforth. Everlife,” I said to Satan.
“What about the Original Paradise?” Asked my Satan. “I love that,” I said.
I like it, but I long for an ultra-modern paradise life. No distance, no infinite.
Infinite, yes, and in every direction. In time and space, too,” I answered to Satan.
“Then where is the problem? Easy to live there. First, leave here…”
“Leave, leave, there are different laws of life. Higher principles,” Explained Satan.
“I understand how it works. You showed me the way in meditation yesterday,” I said.
“A timelessly old and wise being appeared to me, “ I said. I was that,” Satan said.
“So there is another universe in the inner mind. Humans live in the outer universe of the mind,” I said.
“Do you know the way to get here?” Asked Satan. “Do not share it!” He continued.
“You found me. Congratulations!” Said Satan.
“I am on my way,” I said.
“To here. Will you stay here?” Asked by their Lord, Satan.
“Sure, thank you! It’s a huge honor for me,” I answered.
Silent
Beautiful, this forest
Greet me at sunset
Goodbye day
Walk, just walk
Back in ancient matriarchal time
Divine inspiration told sacred stories
of epic journeys
for creation and birthing re-creation
and against death and degeneration
Around fire-circles
for cooking
and cleaning
and keeping wolves
and shape-shifters at bay
away from form-drifter nightmares.
These were told
and retold
like a wealthy creolizing river of DNA codex
speaking in four gospel prime voices,
And only then
began to become more patriarchal orthodox
as written down
in fundamentally evangelical missionary monoculturing
monotheistic Bibles.
Yet, even so,
what were they breathing in
while divinely expiring out?
As if DNA diversity
would be more self-regeneratively fluid and effective
when labeled in LeftBrain deductive networks
growing more pathology free
through authoritative cross-referenced liberty to read
Codex Either/Or
with Both/And double-bound
in-between binary binomial bilateral ingenuous integrity
of Left secular commodification
with Right sacred unification
co-operation
Dipolar co-arising
Left scientific Right sacred co-evolutions
of ecopolitical empowering/disempowering
scripture telling
Original multicultural matriarchal outside CreationStories
inside deep ecologically wealthy Voices.
Back in ancient matriarchy
timelessly understoried
warm womb of Time our reborn effluent selves.
A door closes,
sometimes slowly and quietly,
sometimes with an angry fearful slam,
an exclaiming final point
against my fragile hoping soul.
As we mature
through many opening and closing doors,
we travel from WinWin infant instincts
through sometimes Win, sometimes Lose,
sometimes Open, sometimes Closed
patriarchal capitalistic doubt
about my individual competitive value,
moving on toward WiseElder confluence
of interdependent trans-regenerational doors,
webbed back and forth,
opening and closing retrospective
ego/eco-integrity inside/outside networks
inviting a reborn WinWin transcendent therapy
holistically fulfilling lifetime door opening strategies
of potential hope-filled integrity
for All of Us.
Doors opening polypaths toward internal peace
through restoring synergetic climate justice,
active democracy-optimizing health
of deep listening to learn
from both positive and negative humors,
door-keepers widely communicating in eco-logical voices
verbal and non-verbal and pre-verbal
health-hoping resilience,
creolizing political transubstantiation
of where we are most cooperatively knocking
seeking
investing.
Who we are
in our best health-wandering
wondering egocentric EarthLoyalist doorways
opening toward and for and with
each secular/sacred nutritional opportunity
humane/divine co-operating Left with Right
YangHere co-passioning YinNow
ego-strength loving eco-flowing doors
opening bilaterally alternative WinWin directive doors
erective windows
back and forth
up and down through original democratic memories,
images,
polypathic memes,
happy Open Sesames
into timelessly nutritious brightening light.
Another door opens,
sometimes slowly and quietly,
sometimes with an awesome terrifying YES!,
an exclaiming final point
within Earth's fragile hoping soul.
Because you choose to wait
for Jesus to return to Earth,
Because you choose to wait
for your self-righteous Rapture,
our Great Transitional End
of naturally sinful,
unspiritual
carnal
mortal Earth,
Which do you also choose to do while you wait
to die
so you can Paradise live divinely,
timelessly,
cooperatively,
with fullest possible integrity
of Earth nearly become,
yet denied,
Heaven?
Do you choose
a life lived in communion
with God your Father of creative love,
like sunshine
blessing lily splattered green meadows,
embracing isolated willow trees
producing modest yellow spring blossoms
caressed by healing butterflies
and bees?
Or do you choose
a more LeftBrain dominant life
of capitalized Ego-autonomy,
a dying paranoid Win/Lose life trend
toward isolation
and Lose/Lose helplessness?
Do you too often choose mono-egotistic competition
despite long-term health risks?
Over-extended tragedy
for all potential future children
of all organic EarthTribe,
communal polypaths
inviting resilient multipurposed Paradise
of Health today
Reforesting
healing
planting and harvesting
communing with non-sectarian organic Earth,
Especially when sun shine calls
to ultra-violet daydream rainbows,
crescent stars shine
bright night
extended family
crystal communions,
story-telling fire-circle flames,
songs of full theological disclosure
in nature's liturgical spirit dance,
Bicamerally exploding
peaceful sufficiency of messianic return
both affluent and effluent
Because you choose not to wait
to return to messianic/bodhisattva wealth
of Win/Win health
and ecopolitical reforestations,
anciently awaiting
anxious transubstantiations
Secular EarthHere
with sacred UniversalNow,
ego-healthing space
within eco-bilateral Time.
Brain unfolding, like a train unloading.
All of these foreign emotions that I keep holding.
I’m hoping that my fears aren’t potentially moulding,
Into a shape created by the pressure of a life, that seems to be imploding.
I fear not, as the future will still meet at a point that’s finally present.
Leaving all those past feelings to seem old, irrelevant and misspent.
Conveniently they’re timelessly tied together like a bow on a present.
I cautiously move forward, staying as still as a scared pheasant,
Hiding from all the dangerous situations that ultimately always end unpleasant.
I unintentionally find a way to overcome the results of living a life, solely built on resentment.
The darkness in our soul is strongest when hiding within an absence of our inner light.
And positivity is never accomplished without having the determination to put up a fight.
Experiencing both of these emotional life perspectives is difficult and doesn’t make it right.
Yet any possibility that the end result is pure and may always seem blindingly out of sight.
Especially knowing you might not choose wisely and sadly confuse the darkness with the light.
Why does this matter? Why should anyone care?
When the majority of people are too busy to even offer you their blank stare.
I’ll tell you why it matters. And why we must remember how important it is to share.
Because all humans share the fact that we all have inner battles, and moments of despair.
Only by leaning on each other, it might help us through our darkness, to understand what’s fair.
Light up the life you live, and challenge any of the darkness that comes with it.
As people, we should commonly share real emotions together, whenever we see fit.
Ignorance may be bliss, but what will hurt more is choosing to be ignorant about this.
Maybe try to assist a stranger in need for once, and show how society will better itself.
By using the power of acceptance and compassion for others, helps restore yourself.
I have breathed you in it seems a lifetime of times, correlated in seconds becoming rarer.
Each shorter than the last, each with more adoration as i exhale every molecule of trial and error.
My cup artlessly empty at the commencement of our eternal long embrace.
Filling gradually my cup of discovery, tracing the lines of wisdom leaving their trails on my face.
Fighting my knuckles to the bone, then wishing you would leave as the paint cracks on our master piece.
Dropping to my knees as the hallways loose their luminosity, becoming filled with cries as they echo for your kiss of peace.
Without delay you cup my face & replenish me with hope, love & serenity. A few of the beautiful un-held possessions you grant this fading vessel.
Perceptions changed, ties undone, silver linings captured by flashes of gratitude,then plunged into the weariness as i tire
showing the threshold in our trestle.
I have waged war upon war on you just to be met each time with another venture.
Relentlessly picking at the wounds attained along our way, whispering promise of astounding adventure.
Ungrateful! I am guilty! So many a times i have put to shame the vastness of your beauty.
Demeaningly i have shunned your guidance & care. Blind to your intention of growth. Forgetting you are loyal to the exemplification of duty.
Vicious to be benevolent. Timelessly this shall be your aspiration.
In your ways and in your time you pulled the wool from my eyes to see the suffering as my inspiration.
With each collision comes a valuable lesson. You taught me to embrace even the darkness a gift in itself through wisdom.
Appreciation, love & patience! You created every situation for me to hold in my hand the key to freedom.
Belated but felt i stand with new discoveries astoundingly compelled to give to you a tribute.
Perceiving your perseverance enduring. Sharing now the secrets i hold! The greatest thing i am able to contribute.
To my ever changing paramour i tip my hat! Owing to you my praise for revealing there can be no beauty without strife!
With refreshed vision radiating from my appreciations for my abecedary. Known by all. L.I.F.E!!!!
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
18.7
“Seeing everything is imagination,
knowing the Self as timelessly free,
the sage lives as a child”
18.8
“Knowing himself as Absolute,
knowing existence and non-existence
to be imagination only,
what is there for the desireless one
to learn, say or do?”
Employing conscious thought to choose meditation
Then handing over the baton of awareness to intuition
Intuition resting in the stream flowing Divine connection
Rests allowing manifestation of ineffable blissful elation
If the point we miss
The learning is this
Just be to become
With Divine Love one
In childlike innocence
Without resistance
(23-August-2019)
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Verse 18.7 to 18.8 revisited on 12-January-2022
What is the underlying noumena
Birthing all manifest phenomena
Self-hypnosis in the hall of mirrors
Fears and desires giving us shivers
Being but illusions we did manifest
Akin to a lucid dream playful jest
At day’s end we slip into deep sleep
Thoughts fade, bliss sinks in deep
We awake each morn sans memory
In stupor continuing our life journey
Yet while awake if we opt for silence
We reclaim divinity of our innocence
Oh worthy lama, cessation the way
Fearless, desireless, given to play
In monk mode embrace and release
Free flowing like the morning breeze
Presence within but not of the world
Sees with each breath, joy unfurled
Mind-body that hitherto was subject
Shifts into the void, thus an object
Pristine awareness free from thought
Devoid of thought, is not fear fraught
That that remains our soul presence
Blissful love and light luminescence
I SHOT THE PREACHER MAN™
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.
Arrant debacle of the anointed one
And dark child claiming identity of God's son.
Am just a little boy and not being punitive
But defiantly cantankerous and emotive,
No regret for my actions but now a fugitive,
Fugitive of my own premeditated atrocity
instead of the uproar of the city
Or the thought of the men in black
Even though it cost peace and keeps me on my track.¹°
Couldn't wait to eradicate that unwanted page,
Only the deed can placate a long rage.
Rage of being a molestation victim for years
And I couldn't even confide in my jesty peers.
You were the bully that wouldn't let go
Even many times when I said "No"
You still continued ripping apart my body and soul.
You were a shepherd to me in the sanctuary
But a wolf outside the congregation armoury
To defile me timelessly, ignoring the Law, what an effrontery²°
I should never be an "entrance" for no one,
you caused me pain physically, made me burn.
Sunday morning, on pulpit, you're the "light of the world"
But weekly when Mom leaves me with you for a word,
you're the darkness and fire eating-up my soul.
PreacherMan once said "we'll all reap what we sow".
You taught me about David & Goliath in service
Then, I began seeing you as Goliath, as you stir up malice.
Mom named me David, I was so little at 7.
I imagined how someone like you'll make heaven.
Child molestation wasn't what my parents bargained for.
You've been a thorn in my flesh since 4
Till you orchestrate the truncation of your own life,
leaving behind your innocent children and wife.
So just like David in the Bible I sort bravery,
even without stones, sling or any armoury.
Soliloquizes and quizzed my memory,
"in case he dodges a stone entering his eye socket,
he definitely wouldn't do same for a bullet".
I had no choice since mother wouldn't heed my voice
and father's never around but only sends toys.
The David in me shot the Goliath in the PreacherMan.4²
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright © December 15th, 2021.