Long Transitions Poems
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It has been a challenging road. I have had a very troubled life. My recovery has been well worth the fight
to be free from mental Illness. I have put more work in my recovery than I have put in anything else in my entire life.
How I recovered was a day by day process, lots of positive self-talk, journaling, Transitions support groups It's a tremendous support to be able to go to a support group and to relate and share
with others about issues without feeling discriminated against. One on one time with the greatest case-manager I have ever had. To be able to talk and share myself with this individual and receive
nothing but love, praise, thoughtfulness and the most professional worker I have had.
She has tremendous faith in my abilities and to hear compliments from her every time she sees me melts my heart.
Through this whole recovery journey I developed a stronger relationship with GOD that I never thought was possible.
My LORD and SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST is the reason I'm still alive to tell my story
Full loving lasting life
lies beyond death,
claims Laotse,
a move beyond Left-brained domination
of ego-languaged self-identity,
choosing, branching, emerging
cosmic co-arising/co-conflating eco-density;
A double-bound timeless invitation
into mutual subsidiarity
of Plan A-Eco/PlanB-Ego resonance,
synergetic resilience.
In this space of unconditional bicameral consciousness
we embrace appositional rhythm
and open systemic dance
of eco-ego's co-arising
and co-exhaling transitions
and trends,
aches
and bends,
with equanimity of compassion,
identifying primarily and primally
with our mind embodied Commons,
this co-gravitational Jordan RiverGround
of BecomingTime with BeingSpace;
Becoming humane healthy
as reverse-mirrored phase
of being inclusively,
polyculturally,
cosmically,
comprehensively wealthy,
co-divinely interdependent
Healthy prime relationship of exceptionless
timeless love-life abundance,
even through death's transition window.
Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice
As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.
Great transitions
are choices,
positive more than negatively motivated,
to move from one habitat
in space and/or time
to another
that feels more promising,
worthy of trust,
a potential celebration of interactive beauty,
holistic balance,
resilient health,
aesthetically resonant wealth.
Great transitions
have their inhale stage,
before the moving Team appears,
which includes hard and soft decisions
and indecisions,
memories,
and rude reminders
lacking acquisitive memories
about where did all these properties come from,
external
with their internally complementary feelings
of way too much stuff
in my cluttered life,
Happiness to be bringing warm memories along
and sadness to leave so much cold
and neglectful waste
behind the dumpster
And great transitions
also have their less famous exhale stage
after the moving Team
moves on
to facilitate another household's preferably Great
but sometimes Traumatic
Transition.
Great transitions
in second stage
open one box at a time
to reload new closets
basements
attics
garages
sheds
shelves
entertainment centers
dress drawers
treasure chests
jewelry boxes
safes
mailboxes
kitchen and bathroom drawers
cabinets
medicine cabinets
CD and DVD racks
soundtracks
shoe racks
pot racks
wine racks
over the door hat racks
behind the door spice racks
tool racks and peg boards
hangers
umbrella stands
coat trees
bird feeders
pantry shelves
under the oven drawers
armoires
desks
hutches
book cases
curtain rods
picture hangers
linen closets
nightstands
pillow cases
guest beds
Great transitions
never die
they just fade in
to what remains of yesterday
Sufficient for this new age
of rebecoming
habituated
co-acclimated
seeking a healthier climate,
a wealthier place
for healing uncooperative
lack of felt resilience
To survive
and hopefully thrive
into our next Great Transition,
inhaling into recycling lungs,
exhaling out into greener
more resonantly resilient
Great Earth Habitat.
Death is not a final, static cessation, but rather a transformation, a continuation of energy, and an essential part of the biological and existential cycle. While the individual consciousness or organism stops functioning, the components of life do not disappear.
After the heart stops (clinical death), cells inside the body do not immediately die. They begin a process of degradation that takes hours or even days, during which they continue to function at a cellular level. The cycle of matter comprising a human body is never destroyed; it is transformed and recycled into other forms of life, such as returning nutrients to the earth to support new plant and animal growth. The bacteria, fungi, and microbes that inhabit a human body continue to live, thrive, and decompose the body after death, continuing their own life cycle using the resources left behind.
Life, as we understand it, cannot exist without death. Death provides the necessary space and resources for new life to emerge. If organisms did not die, the planet would be saturated, and the evolution of new life forms would cease. Death ensures that generations pass on, allowing for adaptation and continuation. The energy that powers life—metabolism, movement, thought—continues to move through the ecosystem, transforming from one form to another rather than disappearing.
Many viewpoints suggest that “death” is merely a transition of awareness or a shift in the state of being. Some philosophies argue that consciousness does not end, but rather transitions into another state, sometimes described as returning to a universal consciousness or moving to a different dimension of reality. Death is often viewed not as annihilation, but as a “rebranding” or transition from one form of life to another, similar to how a caterpillar “dies” to become a butterfly.
Death gives life its urgency, meaning, and structure. The knowledge that life is temporary (death) provides value to the time spent alive. It drives creativity, love, industry, and the desire to make the most of the present moment. Without a final chapter, a story has no structure. Death acts as the boundary that allows life to be experienced as a complete, coherent experience.
Circumstance so familiar by memory painted sphere,
nuances of colorful thoughts looking through that window there.
The same song that gives this canvas its dimension,
doors to the threshold by mystic reason as ascension.
Generous nature in divine synchronicity is taken care,
the reservoir of unfulfilled dreams is waiting there.
Stairways leading to the rapture fields of grace,
surprised and wondrous why I see your face.
Still so exciting to talk to you in myriads of sense,
never understood that metaphor of our consequence.
Tasting your salty skin in my mind while talking,
another round of detecting motions rocking.
Your charm in smiles and laughter so symphonized,
feeling already by your comfort so baptized.
How can it be that this foreign land you are?
sitting on my stoop like a tempting avatar.
Changes with no name, disguised and yet the same,
or do I have to see that image in a different frame.
Unfinished resolutions from destinies whisper,
choices by subtle conscious to consider.
Facets of love light reflections to polish the spirit crystal,
visions of transitions incomprehensible.
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.
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)
oh, heaven …
the enigma of her face ...
its melting mysteries and moody veneers -
when shadowy and despondent
like a brumal, aching, mist-muddled beach
wild tresses framing it
like a surf-swept seaweed
sandy spindrift
left tossed by her squall
then …
the haze lifts -
irises - star sapphires, shimmering
glistening like the wash of the Milky Way
her smile blooms forth
as a dazzling midday meadow
splashed thick with bluebells and promise
and all that manic magic ...
cinematic surprises from there-to-here
rages of rouge, bawdy blushes
and pale complexions, pitiful
the multitude of transitions and tones -
all my undoing
and all divine …
oh heaven.
( this is a simple form I created called “Bookend Free Verse - I hope you enjoyed it )
Some mornings I slow down.
If you had seen me this morning,
you might reasonably conclude
I could not possibly further reduce my productive pace,
a social disgrace,
slogging through my domestic place.
Days, or at least my light within each day,
grow shorter,
while everything remains to be done
to care for future generations
of children
and puppies
and cubs
and kittens
and kids
and calves.
Yet dawn silently screeches toward timelessness
as I realize
I was produced
in a moment of ecstasy,
but also nine-months prepared to thrive
on Earth,
while my unique,
yet resonantly symbiotic, DNA
is born of prehistoric generations,
back when time and light's productive moments
were measured in full and empty,
ecstatic and aptic,
rising toward another regenerative morning,
and setting toward yet another sacred decomposing night.
It is this slow memory of near timelessness
that revolves through my bones and flesh
and is cooperatively shared
not just with my own Win-matriarchal
and Win-patriarchal lines,
but also our globally shared regeneration
through timeless ecstatic moments
of symbiotic great transitions,
commencing nine months for each preparation
to greet our brothers and sisters,
cousins and families
extending back through competing histories
and cooperative matriarchal nutrition and health mentoring,
fire and wind and water and safety education,
revolving through slow-growth wisdom
of timeless sunrise,
oceans of DNA and Elder RNA,
regenerative,
synchronic
places and times,
landscapes
and heathy creolizing climates.
I have bloomed and wilted
where I have been planted,
and where I have chosen to plant myself,
and our future
greeting past revolving sacred memories,
here with now.
flow of awareness
intuitively intrinsic
channeled
through tunneled time
navigates
cognitive impulses
basic
incessant surge
of
enveloping waves
of enlightenment
through
timeless portals
of perception
reflective
opens up
floodgates of
bliss
pulse of time
vibrates
in
inner space
infinite
psychic frequency
resonant
tuned precisely
in
halcyon harmony
with intonation
of eternity
transitions
from
one manifestation
to another
modulated
by edified touch
of
sanctified soul
illumined
life force
invincible
abhors vacuum
pervasive
propels the essence
of existence
through
elusive emptiness
filled fervently
with
resurrected rhapsody
innate