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The belief that we become healthier,
healed,
redeemed
through commitment to some power
bigger and higher than just ourselves
follows left-brain dominant teaching,
and appeals to patriarchal thirsts
for robust ego empowerment.
Right-brain prominent feelings
do not disagree with,
dissonantly conflict with,
this bigness metaphor
but monotheistic universalism is not right-brain resonant,
while depth is everything
everywhere
every interconnected potential Time
of radically profound interdependent Identity.
Ego identity
feels emerging from
and returning to
deep ecosystemic nutritional streams
of curiously submerged becoming
co-passionate together
as facets of one boundless
unfathomed ZeroZone
double-bound
bilateral win/win becoming whole
holy
holonic
synergetic
integral.
Big and from-on-high colonization
is never historically resilient,
is always unsustainable,
except when intended
and multiculturally experienced as creolization,
benign largess, invitation
from deep compassionate pockets
of resonantly sacred generosity.
Left-brain either-or thinking
about how to be part of bigger
universally monotheistic Power
can become confluent with right-brain both-and feeling
becoming more deeply etched
ego-identified faith in action
within eco-individuating awareness
of nature's interaction,
deeply spiritual compassion.
Where left-brain egos long to be part of a higher power,
right-brain win/win prime
ego/eco-relationality
belongs immersed in reconnecting deeper co-passioning rivers
of healthy energy streams
flowing up from enlightening dual-dark Source,
sacred resources,
silent webs of becoming
deep wells of resilient resonant belonging.
In space, universal static sings its
icy songs to celestial bodies;
their romance helps to keep the balance;
life’s turning…turning…
In finite depths of black holes,
are secrets that earth life can only imagine.
When souls in night-flight,
take their tours; genius is born.
The classrooms of infinity,
stock atomic memory with volumes;
a cosmic library.
Genious, like prophecy, is never recognized or
validated in its own time.
Einstein’s mind, spanned eons of knowledge
on its journeys; a mind of depths unfathomed by many.
Tesla’s receptivity reached into infinity’s abyss
and witnessed God in action,
Lessons learned but, suppressed by the greed
of ignorance and fools, were buried with him.
The variations of education,
are not limited to earth’s known facts
and if the human species ever opened its collective mind; miracles would be a daily event.
Beneath the host of silence that pierces with the harshness of refusal,
A timid odyssey of splendor quietly sharpens its echo.
For in the depths of oceans of lamentation hidden,
Rests a crystal of strength and unfathomed experiences.
In the diaphanous embrace of rejection, where all is cryptic,
Hides a tableau of beauty yet unwritten.
In every fragment of 'failure,' a saga of maturation,
In every trace of 'loss,' a destined path’s illustration.
Every 'no' is a thread of mysteries where to grow,
To listen, to transform, to know in the sacred thorough.
Strength rises before the gates of negation,
Turn the darkness into a smile of tranquil nations.
Behold the beautiful turnaround of each blocked lane,
For unacknowledged desires still await you, unfeigned.
The caress of rejection may leave marks in clay,
But it embodies the flame that illumines the mute fray.
There is splendor in the discarded,
And finesse in each moment's misunderstood.
Self-esteem, fulfillment, and praise;
You shall never comprehend their essence
If you haven't felt their manifestation phase.
Let refusal become the easel, pure and unabashed,
Where the pigments of courage and undefeated prudence are mashed.
In each 'no', seeds of essence are sown,
An elegy to the form of beauty we embrace, eternally known panorama shown.
Imagine
Imagine…
A mansion among many promised mansions
On the banks of a river from blessing,
Sparkling in the eternal sun,
A shoreline lined with trees
In the harmonic hush of glory
Their leaves of healing
Float like sacred balm in everlasting wholeness
Imagine…
A house made of joy
Where reality genuflects to eternity
Giving up crippled deafness
And every mute shame
Where joy adorns the doorstep
And laughter’s pure intentions
Decorates with blazing brilliance every wall
Imagine…
A home with a foundation
Of perfect reconciliation
Where perpetual sweetness flows
Like honey from the honey comb
And awaits unfathomed eternal dawn
To rest upon the broad shoulders
Of the eternal agape and clement mercy.
Imagine…
A kingdom where
Frigid winds feel the breath of exile
And sullen cold retreats
Midnight finally rests
Cradled in the sighs of the perfect Pi
Where sorrow’s burden and grief’s millstones
Lay shattered at a crumbling gravestone
Imagine…
Home
3-2-23
Contest: Writing Challenge I Words
Sponsor: Constance La France
79.
Wrong Turn
On the time I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart
Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain
The only sure thing was that
I only earned another's wrath
When from discontent
Formed I blemish intent
I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek
Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity
Filled with derision
To a righteous person
Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call
Thought I'd found a savior
Who would do me a favor
Upon turning away
From his opponent's way
Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue
Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned
On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap
Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray
In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown
Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending
In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection
He saw the noble beast collapse in blood and dirt,
Lashed by the owner’s cruel and ruthless crop
He rushed to cradle its head upon his stained coat,
And wept with sorrow that choked his broken heart.
He shared the pain of the majestic steed,
He cursed the world, its deceits, and all its sin.
He knew the truth was far beyond his reach,
He felt his faith, belief & reason crumble within.
For wasn’t he / the voice of the unfathomed deep -
Questioning / God and all ancient morality.
Dreaming / of will, and power, and ecstasy, -
Sparking / and de-catechizing minds / with originality.
But in that moment he was just a simple man
Who loved a lamb more than his Übermensch.
Who gave up his mind for one last act of sanity
Who became a mythical hero despite his Mensch.
The sacrificial lamb with a final breath doth whisper -
...“”Dionysus, The Crucified” - I am…your Zarathustra””
POETRY…
Poetry – two sticks with which to interrogate a frog, hold up a cardboard box in quest of pigeon’s freedom. A petal-less flower weeping in an early frost, a squirrel hiding acorns he will never find but his offspring will climb. Solitary footprints erased in a sadly silent surf, a seagull screeching at the howling wind. Words elevated on the updraft of unfathomed emotions, falling helplessly into an ever darkening void. A voice scratching across a vast expanse of unshadowed doubt,
forming the shape and soul of a moment. Two hands venturing into the realm of words, reaching ever closer to the thrill of touch, the pain of separation, the ecstasy
of eternity’s now. A flint possessing the power of a conflagration scorching the edges of imagination. A child kissing the wings of a butterfly, laughing at fluttering snowflakes. A lonely street lost in the clutter of windblown debris,
shimmering in the light of swaying street lights, its history clinging to withered branches. The soft grip of an infant telling you “it will be ok”. The sound of a pen confessing, a lover repenting, the laughter of life – crying out. A tepid intimacy shared by unmet lovers – alone yet somehow together.
John G. Lawless
©2/23/2019
I think that I shall have a drink
and toast to you and all you think
'bout love & hate & art & war &
what this life is really for.
Giving, taking, making, breaking
lonely hearts club band;
reaching, preaching, teaching, leaching
blood sucking beggars with outstretched hands.
I think that I shall have a stink
and tell the world before I blink
that all is well as well can be
So kiss my glass and bow to me.
Just below my drunken stem
Connected to my brain, my friend
You know the one that makes you bumble
and people laugh each time you stumble.
Down upon your royal spot
Licking your wounds with all you've got
Until you get right back up again
With a head that aches & pounds & spins.
And I think that I shall pour another
in honor of my departed mother
and dad as well who passed away
Here's to where they are today.
Be they high up in the sky
Or somewhere quite unfathomed
Beyond our wildest hopes and dreams
And the completely unimagined.
Where now I reek & no longer speak
from too much of this brew
where the ice is melting rapidly
on folks like me and you.
So one last toast before we're ghosts
and life was a sweet chardonnay...
Here's to those who brought us here
And all their love along the way.
What is the truth of power?
What can refute all lies?
Look at a meteor shower
In clear midnight skies.
Between the fluffy clouds
In Arizona sky -
Between the fears and doubts -
Between the "you" and "I" -
Carrying time and matter
From the galactic heights,
Into the skies they scatter
And sanctify the night.
Meteors, stone and metal,
Burning up in their flight -
Look at their skill and mettle!
Look, and gain second sight!
Look at the sparks in heaven!
Look, and see with your eyes -
Six, seven, eight, eleven -
Look, and be mesmerized!
Hailing from worlds unknown -
Rich with the universe -
Ice, fire, earth and stone -
Passion and speed and force!
Look at the truth they carry -
That they wish to impart -
See how they wish to marry
Earth with galactic heart!
Meteors, bits of planets -
Parcels of cosmic dust -
Iron and gold and granite
From an uncharted past -
Here they come into present
And bring inside their core
Pieces of the Incessant
Into Forevermore.
How do I rise to meet you
Before you burn in flight?
How can the human greet you
And understand your plight?
How can the stars and atoms,
Each one its own world,
Be in their essence fathomed
And in their truth unfurled?
Sun lights us, and we heed him -
Sun is the source of light -
But how much greater wisdom
Dwells in the star-drenched night?
Measure them, know them, see them -
Numerous like the sand -
Capture what they conceive and
Try, try to understand
Everything that they know
All that they have within -
Know them as they bestow
Their sainthood and their sin.
Meteors, flying toward us,
From the unknown worlds -
Messages that night forwards
And with its chill enfolds -
Mysteries wrapped in darkness -
Catch them before they burn -
From the unfathomed, chartless,
Space, they to us return.
And with your head in clouds -
Or on a satellite -
Meet them; yes, meet the crowds
Of meteors in the night -
Look at them as you tower
And fathom as they fly
The reverse meteor shower:
Souls reaching for the sky.
In the depths of my soul, a mystery lies,
Unfathomed reasons that make me cry
Tears, silently flowing without known reasons,
Uninvited they flow without a cue,
A problem without an urgent solution
A puzzle that only a clock can solve,
A wound with which no remedy dares to sublime,
A no-man that makes itself feel at home without being welcomed,
Entangling emotions like a tempest buffer
Seeking solace in love, hearts unbound
Showing no mercy to any man
Never give second thoughts before striking
Your presence spikes in any form
Never hold back its forces to those who suffer,
Emotions interwoven, a symphony complete,
Even the strongest souls are caught in your way,
A task that makes the weak tremble on it
Youths tend to seek solace in narcotics,
Slumber’s comfort, sought by the weary living,
No person of valor can forge a meaningful existence,
Even the eyes glitters reflecting your presence,
Not even a smile can conceal your strain,
With each appearance, a new chapter is unfolded,
Imposing divisions, unspoken wounds
No lemonade can be made from these bitter lemons of yours
“Remember, you're not alone in this fight”,
Hope flickers within, guiding us through the night,
For hurt may persist but healing shall rise
Embracing life's journey, where solace lies
Guess there is no life without you, PAIN!
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