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The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements,
suffused supremely with the aspects of devout spirit
within the transcendent trinity of heart, mind and soul.
Beneath the sensitive surface of mortal perception,
my heart resonates the silent cadence of inner intent,
modulated by the inspiring melody of awareness,
that harmonizes with the concerto of awakening.
Under the multi-layered lattice of the architect mind,
the soul at the immeasurable meditative depth,
where consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflects the preeminence of heavenly glow.
Beneath the serene facade of rippling feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images
on the fleeting screen of spiritual mindfulness,
transmitted inward to set the soul on divine flight.
Released from the psychic clasp of karmic destiny,
my essence transcends the limits of time and space.
The intent to embrace the realm of perpetual peace
arouses my soul to ascent to the zenith of godliness.
Far Side of the Moon
Winter and summer begin on a solstice
That marks the shortest and longest days of the year;
Spring and fall arrive with the equinox.
When the sun is closest to the equator
And day and night are of equal hours.
Daily, the Earth spins on its 23.5-degree tilted axis
Called its “obliquity” and orbits the sun once a year.
And this orbital plane gives rise to changing positions
That usher in opposite seasons
In the Northern and Southern Hemispheres.
The Moon orbits the Earth every month
(Synchronized with its rotational spin on its axis)
And spins at the same speed it orbits the Earth
And explains why the near side of the Moon is always in view
As seen from Earth and the far side remains a mystery.
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Notes:
In October 1959, the USSR spacecraft, Luna 3, transmitted back to Earth the first images of the far side of the Moon (the side unseen from Earth). The Chinese rover Yutu-2 landed on the far side of the Moon on January 3, 2019, and found the lunar soil to be stickier than on the near side facing the Earth.
A cosmic event, singular and grandiose,
the Big Bang blast of the prime particle, the condensed light,
created mass in an instant that accreted by the nascent gravity
in the nebulous galaxies and in the flaming stars
of the archaic universe, expanding.
They all contain the history of time
not yet burnt nor consumed by the black holes.
They wrap the primordial light of the cosmos,
not yet dimmed nor dead in the dwarf stars.
Within the sphere of gravity of the stars
they build with the planets their empire in space,
each evolving their planetary structure.
Their destiny controlled by the stars’ energy
decides their future in the cosmos,
if they’d be in orbit or drift away in deep space,
decides if in them life would ever be seeded
to germinate or destroyed by the hostile celestial events.
In the heliocentric planetary system
the sun, our star, still blazing in primeval pride
made for us the blue planet, the unique earth,
in the limitless space a tiny speck of stratified rocks
where life appeared and evolved in diverse forms,
not yet thwarted nor reached their terminal time,
where man emerged as the species of selection,
not yet sure of the future, secured or face annihilation,
but when the sun rises and the horizon gleams in color
the pristine nature on earth comes to life in the present.
The cosmic design of the stars near and far
defines the astronomic architecture of the zodiac.
The night sky displays the harmony of the primordial pattern,
transmitted to everything that exists on earth,
decides their fate in some astral way,
not yet understood nor discarded as unsound.
Life may or may not follow the unperceivable dictate of astrology,
the stars will appear in the sky at their will,
take us to their world of fantasy on space odyssey.
As our crimson star sets behind the grey of the dusk
the night falls opening the darkened sky.
The stars of constellations open their eyes one by one
twinkling in blue glow that travelled for many light years,
an adornment of the night’s flushing firmament,
not yet stolen nor abandoned in the outer space.
The sprinkle of stardust sparkles in lovers’ hearts,
not yet deserted nor broken in shards.
June 17, 2018
Today’s the Super Bowl Parade
And you cannot escape,
If you’re in the vicinity,
The tons of ticker tape.
The paper floating through the air,
With lots more at the ready,
No longer comes from ticker tape,
Once used for this confetti.
True ticker tape transmitted news
Of stocks on paper strips;
Machines called tickers ran it through,
With information tips.
As far back as the 60’s,
Ticker tape was obsolete.
Without it, though, a true parade
Just wouldn’t be complete.
So offices took paper waste
And, using intuition,
Just shredded it and let it fly
To honor the tradition.
It could be anything at all,
From memos that they issue
To daily printouts, newspapers
And even toilet tissue.
It all gets tattered, chopped and tossed
And flutters to the ground.
To watchers it looks magical,
The greatest show around.
Today’s a day for Giants fans
To hail how their team played.
It’s fitting that they get to watch
A ticker tape parade.
When Cultures Collide
Where the river ends
And the ocean begins,
Cultures collide and history’s tide
Erases a way of life
For the indigenous people.
St. Lawrence Iroquoians
Welcomed the French
To the shores of “Kanata”
At Stadacona with ceremonial greetings,
Exchanging gifts and ideas.
But only the riches of the land
Are considered worthy:
Natural habitats retreat
And the environment suffers.
First Nations people would fare no better
Against these foreign invaders.
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Notes:
“Kanata” is the Saint Lawrence Iroquois word for village, referring to Stadacona (present-day Quebec City, Quebec), and was interpreted as “Canada” by the French explorer Jacques Cartier (1491–1557) in 1535. The St. Lawrence Iroquoians existed from the 14th century to about 1580. They disappeared soon after the arrival of the Europeans, and it is suspected that diseases transmitted by the Europeans to them (for which they had no immunity) were a major reason for their demise.
Pearley Kirkland
1901-1914
Riding double one day
In musty Sycamore Canyon
With Dewey Hicks on “Belle,”
His old cranky mare,
We watched the stubborn ascension
Of the sultry sun,
Through the cloak of sycamores and willows there,
And transmitted from his mouth
To my naive ears,
I heard the wisdom of the ages!
Heard the voice of tenacious truth
And rigid reality.
He told me I was in need of a savior.
He told me of the Nazarene, magnificent;
The Alpha and the Omega, everlasting;
The Eternal Redeemer, superb;
He told me of the Rose of Sharon, sublime.
Dewey took my hand that day,
That warm and wonderful day,
And I accepted the spectacle at Golgotha,
Accepted the screaming cry of the Skull.
And then, with blustery April, my time arrived.
I died of influenza, with
Dewey reading the twenty third psalm.
When I breathed one last time,
I closed my burning eyes, and
Saw the Rose of Sharon, sublime.
I see the one who stands beneath the shaded tree,
and fixedly watches the ripples on a stream
till the dusk of day has fallen, and nature
pulls its darkened curtain across the colored heavens.
I see the one who sits upon the cypress breast,
and with her slender finger touches the earth,
and from her heart creates the thoughts
embedding her with sadness.
Then with another finger yet,
the gently brushes from the earth
the thoughts she had transmitted upon the reddened clay.
As is to say, “I’ll keep the secrets of my sorrows
with nature’s heart alone.”
From her cheeks she wipes away the stinging tears,
which fill her limpid eyes and form the wetting pearls.
They never die, they never fade,
but renew themselves each time she thinks upon her sorrows.
When the day had died
and sun has sunken from the western mount,
she gazes at the distant hills with all their beauty abound
she sees with painful sigh.
Yes, I know the one who shares her every sorrow
with nature’s understanding heart, for this is where
her strength will grow to meet tomorrow’s trial.
My words are mirrors of a soul seeking its path among the stars,
if I let them fly, they would tell of time slipping away like sand,
of horrors and martyrdom that sculpted shadows on the walls of my heart,
preferring to be pierced by the pen's sharpness than to lie in oblivion,
not vessels of devotion, but merely echoes of eternal silence,
they are arrogant, like the wind whispering secrets asked by no one,
waiting to receive without uttering words, only understanding glances,
they observe mistakes and dress them in immortality, harsh critics of my life,
they are proud nations, refusing to bow to the beggary of recognition,
preferring to be transmitted through thoughts rather than beg for existence,
I see them as a crowd rising from ashes when their dignity is challenged,
people, they are, not just mere letters and verses stitched on a garment,
people with royal blood, flowing through their veins of ink and dream,
choosing to announce death sooner than be guided by my hands,
“Devotion,” they say with disdain, “Loyalty,” they laugh with a bitter echo,
“Go and dance your dreams,” they provoke me, knowing my steps are heavy,
offering themselves as images to be drawn, saying it’s the most generous gift,
aware I know the canvas only through words, not through the brush's touch,
they know I write and deny me their soul unless I grant them the freedom,
to exist in the forms they choose, reflections of my being,
arrogant and proud, with the same stardust substance coursing through my essence.
transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
phallic action cum mitt tee)
portfolio playboy philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping jerk, jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
SCHEDULING ALLOWED FOR THOSE
WHO WERE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A
GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO MEET AND GREET A LEGEND
SOMEONE WHO HAS TRANSMITTED THE LEVELS
OF STARDOM.
"SUMBODY YOU AIN'T SHAMED TO LOVE"
IS WHAT
SOME OF THE CROWD CHANTED"
BACKSTAGE I HEARD THESE TWO GUYS TALKING.
FIRST GUY... I SAW HIS YESTERDAY
OR MAYBE THE DAY BEFORE
SAID HE HAD SOME DOWN TIME
HE HAD SOMETHINGS TO EXPLORE
WE STARTED CHATTING
HE STARTED TALKING ABOUT HIS GIRL
SAID HIS WIFE FOUND THEM OUT
HE WAS GETTING SCARED AS HELL
SAID HE MEET A NEW LADY
SOMEONE WHO MEETS HIS NEEDS
SHE LIKES WHAT I LIKE
AND THINKS JUST LIKE ME
I AIN'T TRY'NA PLAY HER
WE DOWN LIKE FOREVER LOVERS
SHE SPENDS HER TIME LOVING
ME AND I TAKE MY TIME
LOVING HER.
IF YOU WANNA HEAR WHAT THEY ODDA GUY SAID
COME BACK TOMORROW THE SAME THYME
AND THE SAME STATION!