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Written: May 23, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
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“Being mistook, we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”
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In the dimness of mirage sequined dreams,
Vehemently, we tread thorny streams.
We unwittingly drew from sacred tomes—
Sizzling secrets in our soul's quiet homes
The dye of wisdom turned to ash and haze,
Our voices waned in the flames of daze.
It was still warm, but a spark began to stir,
A whisper is heard in a magician soft whirr.
Views tucked away in a tender, tranquil nest,
A sanctuary sculpted snugly in the soul's zest.
Where whispered wishes and wobbly whims wane,
In this coxswain oasis, all our hearts find fain.
A chauvinistic cobweb amid a sepal storm,
A periwinkle pledges, the pandemonium warms.
A place where silence eases the mayhem we bear—
And the stories of our hearts lay steadily bare.
Metamorphosis gives us the aptitude to bend,
A caterpillar breaks out from its tight cocoon.
Rising brilliant, rejuvenated, and transcendent—
Turned under the changing rose-glazed moon.
Every scar represents wars fought within,
A record of growth and consent supports a win.
A sparkling raw start arises from the shadows,
A seraphic climb, a sparkle from the heart arrows.
With each metamorphosis, the aged fade away,
The self melds into the boundless expanse of day.
Ascending fiercely, akin to a phoenix in flight,
With wings unfurling to embrace endless light.
Let us ignite the scripts that once held us last,
And cram our hearts where love and truth are vast.
Touched by divinity, our spirits entwined,
In perpetual transitions, in sacred grace, we find.
Through our metaphor, we learn to discern.
Continuous twirling of the form we yearn.
A trek both inward and outward to foresee,
An odyssey leading toward peace, unceasingly.
Jung observed
Where animus PowerOver dominates,
empirically reigns,
there lies anima’s yin-Love
soft recessive Shadow.
Positive to negative,
and double-binding negative
to appositionally reverse
not not yet re-imaged positive
power both/and democratically with.
PowerOver patriarchy
dominating mutual empathic
EarthMatriarchal power flowing with
and through
each healthy root relationship
of AnimusSelf with AnimaOther.
For some, this PowerWith agape feels sacred,
yet also cooperatively natural, organic
like what we have always most appreciated
as nourishing hands and face,
light and voice and feet,
taste and sound and feel,
humane heart and embryo regenerate mindbody.
Open EcoSystemic PowerWith others,
with Earth,
with nurture co-arising Time's regenerate Presence,
but not with PowerOver dominance,
competing Win to not Lose monopolistic life and death emotions,
thoughts,
mistaken beliefs about this animus AND anima
eco-shadows co-arising
Basic Trusting Revolutions,
great and small transitions of ecoconsciousness.
Some speak of climatic and aggressive PowerOver
in contrast to reverence,
substituting Jung’s LoveShadow
with a sacred shadowing
poly-teleological re-ligioning
multicultural WinWin equivalent
nondual nature/spirit evolving balance.
Yet, Yin emerges a binomial yinyin notnot
shadowing WinWin conscience
synergetic intuitions informed by DNA sacred scripture
love-with-health regenerating mutual true-beauty compliance,
resonance,
contenting resolutions,
cooperative relationships with mutually co-incarnate
economic balance of nutritional values,
expecting loving hand and face outcomes
for all Earth’s Tribes,
grateful for evolving mindbodies
surfing through octave-wave co-arising functions
of ego/ecoconsciousness.
For me,
power and love together are reverence
most fully accessible to each and all
maintaining cooperative nutritionally-motivated Basic Trust Attendance,
free to ShowUp, Notice, explore ego’s curiosities,
yet free from overly-cynical ruminations
about how to control mysteries and stories
recovered and discovered
uncovered and unfolding,
reweaving yet again together.
What if all your communities of choice
were to gather around you
to also become each others' communities,
extended families,
of choice?
Homeless children and mothers
decompose their social-economic analysis
of loves and pathologies
with your PhD health policy developers.
Your rich and powerful associates
consult with political-ecological evolutionary scientists
and vice versa
about possible sustained futures together,
so we all might learn something worthy of living in hope
for a new panentheistic golden wisdom age.
Medical professionals
meet and greet neuro- and eco-sensory health optimizers,
those specializing in the consumption and production of resonant sounds,
nutritious tastes,
beautiful sights,
profoundly robust and fertile fragrances and compost,
healthy passion communication
and re-creative pleasure imagination,
memory creation and sustainable family and community development,
regenerative ecotherapists
hopefully,
potentially,
integrally,
cooperatively re-connected
re-ligioned
togethered.
Sacred and secular leaders
discerning healthier spirit and nature futures
with nature-spirit nondualistic
poli-economic non-violent
win/win evolutionary seekers,
new pilgrims toward a polypathic ecologic
Earth's enlightenment hunters
and empowerment gatherers might trust enough
to co-empathically communicate already
today,
togathering for this cooperative community of inter-religioning choice,
discerning this mind/body wealth/healthy moment,
this day,
this project,
this lifetime,
these small and great family
resonant passion
and resilient pleasure
win/lose toward win/win transitions.
Song of the Four Seasons 2-16-24
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Song of the Four Seasons
Jagged steel gray skies
Compose barren bough sculptures
Midnight days, Orion nights
White fire crystal symphonies.
Spring wriggles adagio toes,
Sunbeams thaw tuneless meadows,
Daffodils dream yellow melodies
Blossoms burst fragrant ballads.
Downbeats of summer rainstorms
Silver sonatas of moonlight
Heat rises in crescendos,
Cool waves soothe sunburns.
Scarlet scatters leafy notes,
Crisp sapphire skies motifs,
Harvest chorales of harmonies
Harbingers in orange transitions.
It is so lonely
having all time
and only spaciousness
to themselves.
Bored with Other
after so many millennia
planning future events
to finally get even for ungrateful behavior
that pissed them off
when they were even younger
in their co-evolving relationships
as not each Other.
Time lies dead in their competing hands
yet dynamic in their displaced designs
for emerging future climate changes,
great transitions,
spaces and places to regenerate a more cooperative atmosphere
among these co-arising Gods
of Energy and Air,
Water and Soil,
Fire
and Golden AnthroDivine Elixirs.
To drink this beverage of Timeless Gods and Goddesses
is to travel through time Their bilateral Selves
aware of fear as Other godless fear
of Their own Elder divine relationships
transactions
Selecting
Gods of political MonoTheistic Correctness
with Capital-Infested Designs
for self-perpetuating
lost humane development
and wealthy mind
healing EarthBody design
for future multicultural millennia
Future therapeutic chapters
in our collective ReGeneration Story
of Passion/Pleasure
intimate GodNesses.
A lonely lovely story,
from panentheistic perspective
of polyculturally communing gods and goddesses.
All that loving grace of healthy integrity,
yet so few dreams in which to unload
their rich full-octaved color
and inspiraling fluency
of Me/We
humane divines
severed/sacred
double-side divides
EarthGrace
re-stimulating AnthroLovely gratitude;
such steady-state resonant bliss
vexing passionate struggles to erupt outside
inside timeless dramatic elation
without climaxing end
All alone,
hiding monolithic divested blame
without exclusively Self-invested
merely human
shamefully ungodly
dispassionately unpleasant
desecrated lesser Others
ReTexting hate-filled UnTruth scriptures
as if anger/fear bipolar prescriptions
while ting toxins
on His Golden MonoPolistic Throne.
Another day
Like so many others
Like so many to come
Most times struggling, forcing
Noteworthiness
Into the nameless moments
And rote transitions
Churning from task to task
The voices, faces of the
Everyday morph
Into human white noise
Elegant yet within the flow
Placid along the banks
That line the hours
Our world
And those that help us
Occupy it
Reminders of our better
Sometimes desired
Selves
Float, scatter and connect us
All at once
We proceed feeling
We all will continue
That our stage of evolution
Our birthright
And shared generation
Keeps us on par
On task with sustainability
And then
It doesn't
When one of us strays
From the pack
Not by choice
Not by virtue
When one of our own
Provides a mirror we cannot
Will not
Hang ourselves
And it forces our seemingly
Rosy lens to crack and fail us
Tearing*, tearing**
The avid days into recollections
Far more real than
Previously disposed
Far more meaningful than
We care to admit
A nudge towards lessening
The ethereal we seek
Gravity in its purest form
You were the lucky one
Exempt from its grasp.
*as in rip
**as in cry
(1/31/09)
The beginning of another Summer means the end of another Spring
and I wonder as with all transitions what this new beginning will bring…
And it makes me think about beginnings and endings
will this new beginning bring us joy…or strife
and it makes me wonder how beginnings and endings
fit into a life.
Life is a series of beginnings and endings
they loom in the shadows like silhouettes
Every birth has a death, every start has its finish,
every sunrise…its sunset
And though it’s true we experience beginning and endings
wherever we go and in whatever we choose to do
most of our life is spent in the middle
living between the two.
Certainly every beginning is important
as are the times we bid adieu
but isn’t it in the middles of our life
where most of our dreams come true?
So the next time you think about a beginning…
or an ending
take a moment
close your eyes…
and remember all that happened in between…
in the middle…
where our happiness lies…
symbolism
of the metaphysical
self-depreciating
&deep
in a voice
of consciousness
so
intense&compelling
memorable
lines
over
the passage
of time
pieces&moments
incomplete
impulses&allusions
in
creative
spaces
discarded fragments
conceived
in isolation
unconventional
experimental
in creative
energy
an artist
of faith
in
transition
to bliss
of a
potential
prejudice
mirrored
in
turmoil
of disparate
pieces
outpourings
of
ego
eager&objective
adventurous&dynamic
motivated
by a fear
of inaction
profound visions
belief
in creativity
yet
remaining aloof
trapped
in time
shielded
in
privacy
an absence
of pattern
uniquely derived
free
of
definition
a mask
for the refined
excerpts
of influence
in a series
of verse
obscure
spiritual
releasing
the paralysis
of
the
revolving
mind
When are sacred instructions
also secular erections?
How could sacred reconstructions of Spirits fly
without secular deconstructions for Nature's
harmonic polypaths together?
I'm still reading
Sacred Instructions
by She Who Brings The Light,
aka Sherri Mitchell's
natural/spiritual enlightenment.
I think she just said
Gospel Warriors
of natural light
emerge most non-WinLose soldierly anti-therapeutic
For challenged WinWin longing Egos
and for healing outdoor climate pathologies
against green gospel warriors,
By exercising a silent student/teacher experiential Voice
Curious about Great Universal Origins,
and Transitions,
of epic course,
But also fans of daily speaking
with still small calming WinWin therapeutic Voices,
Not speaking for or against LoseLose plutocratic terrifying dualism,
Dissonantly settling for compromising
Earth's natural beauty
fragrance
taste
natural/spiritual Voices,
to serve monoculturing reductive purposes,
self-perpetuating losses
against multicultural synergy Warriors
of past synergetic ages
Within and upon this co-operatively owned
and self/other-teaching/listening Earth.
My LeftBrain gospel
Either Nature Or Spirit
pen
seldom offers such RightBrain silent synergetic
Both Nature And Spirit riches,
Deep learning nondual WinWin confluence,
EgoLeft listening
co-present with EcoRight
Warm womb basking
in bilinear sacred Light
Now discerned
through yesterday's dark
secular and silent StillHere.
When are sacred instructions
also secular integrity erections?
I’m the Queen of Inertia
So please kiss my ring,
Although it’s not technically
Royal-type bling.
Or else you might curtsey
To show me respect
For no one’s surpassed me,
The last time I checked.
The art on my walls hasn’t
Changed now for years;
The furniture’s old,
Which is how it appears.
My wardrobe’s the same
(With a few slight additions).
I’m not too complacent
With change or transitions.
My hairstyle’s been with me
For quite a long time
And lots of my poems
Share a similar rhyme.
Don’t try to usurp
My familiar routine.
When it comes to inertia,
Man, I am the Queen!