"My brain is only a receiver, in the universe
there is a core from which we obtain knowledge,
strength and inspiration."
The human brain as a mass of neuronal sensitivity,
has no power to enlarge its awareness by itself alone,
yet once a person comes to understand
that it must let go of being a creator, then it becomes
a sounding board, a receiver of unthinkable realities.
Mentation is the after-thought of receiving, it is often
an imperfect picturing of that which was received,
but know that for one holy instant, the brain like a flower,
bloomed wide enough to capture a fragment of Mind.
"If you want to find the secrets of the universe,
think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration."
And the greatest of this trinity (this one in three),
is vibration. For energy can be directionless,
while frequency can modulate, but vibration
resonates and that resonation is the voice of the Universe,
and it will speak within in you if your hear
at the speed of light.
February 23, 2022
Miracle Man
Disheartenment came with opened eyes,
for a switch, my inner self now cries.
Like most days I’m rapidly depressed,
but through all this I still feel blessed.
Life has evolved to where it is today,
the world is a serpent and I its prey.
Intellect tells me it won’t get better,
from this mentation I must unfetter.
Days no longer are drenched in sun,
in my quest for peace I’m finding none.
The music of sweetness is no longer heard,
the past is gone and future is blurred.
SOME through the brain
in much Dismay i will say
but my thoughts first
through my heart --
is how my Life is
governed by Soul
on this and every day
For some a prison
by their thoughts
whose fears are bars
and regrets like walls
i say best to greet
mentation through Love
and Spirit first
and foremost of all!
:: 09-26-2018 ::
Day one of our first conversation
My mind in mentation
Of your flirtation
Your pupils in dilation
Day fifty your smile
Has my heart racing miles
You were beguile
I hope my number you dial
Day seventy two your blush
Made my heart rush
You spout sentimental mush
My heartbreaking crush
Day ninety nine my heart cries
My eyes set for the prize
To tell the words that make me die
No longer able to hide behind lies
Day one hundred my confession
My heart crushed like compression
Passing by his transgression
You not my possession
Day one hundred and ninety four
My heart still broke forevermore
My pieces I cannot restore
Forever stuck in love's war
What is a reputation?
What meaning does this word hold?
Seems a fickle, intangible thing.
Changes, as I fashion my mould.
Shifting sand serving foundation.
Island mansion housing past sin.
Life sentence of judgment.
A battle designed not to win.
Built on other people's judgement.
Erroneous and fallible, they may be.
Nobody can truly be happy,
without accepting self, truthfully.
Don't let others dictate who you are.
Reputation is an improvable theory.
Let principles be your guidlines.
They can answer the character query.
Reject the lie pushed upon you.
Another person's life-prison view.
Everything in life is dynamic.
Relative, and never the same for two.
They never have the whole story.
I could care less what others think.
Circumstances change faster
than a hummingbird can blink.
So spew forth my reputation.
It's something I don't believe in.
You have no idea where I'm going,
much less, where I begin.
Where I have been,
or with what I have to contend.
So, for your inkling of mentation.
Your summary of my living work.
I bring you my simple refutation.
You speak through your own murk.
-Angel Fatale-
Mentation then, tear watered,
swells and garbs itself with presence—
at once to shout in strength
and pluck a cosmic string,
now restive, overstrung and tense.
Whispered tremolo swells
and in crescendo risen
transcends veiled mists of time
to stand, all seeing, astride
the sleepy gates of pearly dawn.
And, absent pause, endures
to span the velvet gulf
of light and truth and there to find
ineffable essence, which intermits
its fervent stir to calm.
And so of hopes and dreams and prayers,
suspend all doubt and hesitation,
for these with purpose-driven urge
merge with an eternity of thought
and we the authors of its might.
Dedicated to our dear and treasured poet and friend: Sarai Romani.
Present Date: December 25, 1995
Envelope Date Stamped: December 23, 1944
From: _______ no return address but clearly overseas
To: Addressed to widow living in same home 54 years
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The Letter
The letter came by mail on Christmas Day
The envelope was clearly decades old
No postal service can be used today
From overseas the stamps were sealed and sold
This could not be about the man I lost
The mystery of where he is remains
Is MIA from World War II his cost
In this enfolded missive clue contains
An overwhelming fear takes hold of me
To get this letter on a holiday
My life content but miss my man at sea
Potential subterfuge to my dismay ?
Sit next to flaming hearth not thinking clear
There's something that this letter has to say
Mentation meditates the chiffonier
I put away to read another day
staring into open dreams
heights of passion
bottom of despair
you are never far away
in every mentation and every prayer
thoughts that plague when I'm awake
memories that fill my working day
sleep walking in the daylight hours
into the nights filled with desire
while you hold my heart prisoner
but in the darkness as I slip
into dreams and into your arms
there I always find your love
fan blades cooling passion's ardor
when at last love is complete
There is something unexhausted of you
in this aging washed-out coat
and I lift my nose
to taste the smell that desires
to be invited-
ignited in the closing of your breath,
untarnished and thirsty.
Like rage, it licks,
streams,
and enters my dreams
glossy as brilliance-
you-
rush in my mentation
with warmth that comforts
my skin.
I breathe you in unfathomable-
not wanting to exhale.
She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.
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