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What is our highest good
as parents,
grandparents,
children of WiseElder mentors,
mountains and valleys,
sun and moon,
planets and plants,
clouds and rivers,
trees and toads,
eagles and dragonflies,
and occasionally parents.
How do we kindly,
with integrity,
invite ourselves
our families
our tribes
and communities
toward more resilient polycultural health,
restoring justice as local through global peace,
reforesting PositivEnergy CoOperative Democracy
wherever our eyes
are happy to see?
How do we support ourselves
and our families
and resilient communities
in staying away from
pathological dangers,
chaos opposing integrity
by marketing itself
with pretentious
mendacious Theory.
There could be no chaos theory
any more than there could be an unorganized
thoroughly dissonant system.
Where will our great grandchildren
look back to find
their most resonantly healthy WiseElder Allies?
How will they frame their,
and our WinWin game,
Great Transitional gratitude
of and for healthy ZeroZone
polycultural regeneration
across space
and through time?
Our best bicameral balancing LeftYang Self
with RightYin not-not Sacred EarthSoul.
PositivEnergy Spirit
of LeftBrain EcoCentric imagination
resiliently resonant ZeroZone WinWin
co-arising EgoYang-EcoYinYin
EarthSoul DNA-RNA Zero-Sum Solidarity
rapture memories.
PolyPathic Left
co-arising
co-gravitating
dualdark YinSquared speed of light=PositivEnergy Yang,
polyphonically resonant,
double-binding Yang/Yin ZeroSum EarthSoul,
Resilient Heart-Theory
of ZeroSum co-arising
Prime Ta(0) Relationship.
Something in this notUniversal-notUnitarian bilateral integrity frame
ZeroSum Tit for Tat
is where I best care for my WinWin self
and best mentor my kids
to bilaterally engage
multicultural imagination
with healthy co-empathic memory
Memories reconnecting
reconsidering
reweaving
redeeming
our best cooperative highest good
for ourselves
for our families
for our schools
and communities
of WiseElder mutual support
with our plants
for this mutual holonically secular/sacred EarthSouled Tribe
Revolving together cooperatively
or further apart LeftBrain competitively
on our EarthBound
resilient
health journey
toward EarthSoul wealth.
Rainbow suave sky soars the aliferous,
swarms as life bores a chance of existence,
so the geckos take without resistance,
for there are those who find them delicious.
They're unorganized, but there are plenty,
great variety hails many choices,
of shades, tints, hues, much to share, tiny moists'
plus small, big, quick, stealth, and there's shadowy.
Intriguingly, there are guides for caring,
them itsy, creeps, bitsy, crawling critters!
Confidence too close for comfort, --jitters!
Neighbors donned smiles, objectively sharing.
Save for a few pets, that's very lucky,
most times people just see them as yucky.
“the beauty of the rainbow mind
I chase in the introvert realm
following the flashes of mirage” -
Quote by Poet
mind molded in webbed design
strands of many hues patterned
strange motifs not unified
in unorganized psyche
in its fold dark secrets hide
not known to the outside world
taciturn mind never cares
it slyly bears the burden
captive of my own making
I discern all my dreams break
hurt introvert senses whine
I suffer mutely alone.
I then turn to Narcissus
find me chase melting mirage
to the oasis of joy
where I’m with me as recluse
The Layers of your Heart
By David J Walker
Everyday I empty my heart
And after the dark
There is a place a space for the
For things unsaid… undone unorganized things
That beg for my undivided attention
The touch of a confident
hand, and
Every morning it is my intention to make good
Before the sun to decipher
the prayers
As best I can the layers of your heart
Though I am of a flawed man
Trying to know
I've always been told to let go and let God
Which is faith driven and challenging.
As an imperfect human, I will admit that I still sometimes, do not.
Today, I heard a wise man say
Music is noise submitted to rules
Life can be organized noise or an unorganized tormenting tune when you forget the main tool
And you take the baton to position yourself the lead, conducting fool
Calling out parts that were not assigned by you, speeding thoughtlessly without pace
Making a mockery of the job that wasn’t yours to take
While begging for forgiveness for your soul, God to lead and take
As you were supposed to be sitting first seat
Playing notes and chords specifically assigned to all youse and me purposefully
Directed with specificity
Far from a thief of the conductors role, you play thoughtlessly
Taking control where expectations equal unrealistic goals a human can’t meet, nor has one to date
As miracles are dreams, humans can’t unfold or make
So miraculous wonders will never be recorded and told for ears to take
We should look up for guidance
Make every note count, tune in for correction for without guidance our souls are wandering all about
Stop trying to play his part, as GOD is not who flesh beings are
Lack of structure and a conductor is unorganized noise
Everything with a purpose has flow and poise
It's this unearthly rhythm led by a holy beat
Let Him be the one to guide and supply the instruments to your orchestra of life and romantic keyboard keys.
In The Light of a Fading Moon
David J Walker
Eternity was the first summer after
The first grade and the first time
You thought the days would never end
Eternity was the school clock in the
Afternoon waiting for the bell to ring and
The unorganized football game to begin
Eternity was two weeks before Christmas reviewing
Last year’s behavior in the fear Santa might be real
And in which ledger did he print your name
Eternity was report card day
Hoping for the best - fearing the worst
And knowing it was too late to challenge fate
Eternity was thinking about this girl
Whose very presence made you deaf and dumb
And afterword the words would finely come but too late
Eternity was thinking about 10 years in the future
As if life was a bus ride with stops on every block and
A different adult to stamp your transfer ticket to continue riding
Eternity was that first kiss with a girl
As adventurous as you wondering if girls really
Wanted to be kissed but you had no one to ask
Eternity was standing on a stage receiving your
First real diploma that turned into a Mesa
The veranda overlooking a baron prairie of the future
Eternity comes sooner as 50 years later turns
Into single yesterday afternoons with a time limit
To fill in the paint by the number memories in
The light of a fading moon
I am turning half of my garage into an office space so I will have more room to scatter my unorganized thoughts into even bigger piles. Of course, my neighbor had to mosey on over to see just what all the commotion was about. When I told him my plan was to give me more space to burn the midnight oil writing poetry, he looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. After a few seconds of silence, he said, “Well I’ll be darn, you certainly don’t look like a poet.” When I asked him what a poet should look like, he said, “You know… long hair, a goatee and a turtleneck shirt. Maybe round rose-colored glasses.” I guess now I know what the problem is. I don’t have a turtleneck.
Reality is
what we believe to be true
not what is the truth