People create in all kinds of ways
Like other animals do
And in uniquely human ways.
And when we uniquely create
We open up
And the Universe opens too.
And between the two magic transpires.
Creation takes all shapes and forms
From single cells to complex structures
That can span millennia.
But when gates are open
And creation really flows
The bounds of time and space
Logic and reason
Are transcended
As if they are only figments
Of limited imagination.
And in transcendence
When the illusions of self and other
Have fallen away
As if they have never existed
What is left but play?
At play in the fields of the Lord
You may say
If there was a you
Left to form such an absurd thought. For
No self and no other needs and
Leaves no room for even a Lord
And its fields for play.
In the great unknown we are reminded
Knowing we are neither,
Both or other.
(8/30/26)
China, my secret love-hate yin-yang mistress
Not the tea cup and platter kind
But the expansive yellow blob on the map
Taking up half of Asia kind.
In other words, the actual
Flesh and blood kind,
The kind that stretches back millennia
Before Christ’s birth,
Originator of perhaps the oldest continuous
If not always best civilization
Rich in arts and culture, natural history
And sheer grandeur of such vastness.
But also at the very same time
A land of horror and terror, conquering hordes
Concentration camps and The Great Leap Forward
Organ harvesting, election interference, Covid 19
Birthright citizenship tourism, data hacking,
And the great corrosive flood of Fentanyl.
How can such a place that is so wonderful
Filled with a billion wonderful souls
Be such a horror, a sucking black hole
On a fixed smiling face of death and deceit,
Saving face as they say
For what? The hope of peace and change?
When in reality what’s needed is a complete cut.
Let it collapse under it’s own hubris,
Let it go, let it sink, let it rot in hell
And at least, at last, in memoriam,
Remember and exalt what it once was,
And not get fooled again.
(7/27/26)
In the beginning, there were microbes
Once upon a time later
Some collectively came together
Becoming plants and animals
But even after billions of years of evolution
Most still remain as microbes free from collectives
Even to this day, microbes are Earth’s dominate lifeform
Why do you think that is?
For millennia they remained invisible
Hidden from sight
It’s not until recently
With the invention of the microscope
They’ve been discovered and exposed
To scientific scrutiny and medical bloodwork routines
To us, the world is big, but for them, it’s 10,000 times bigger
Giving them plenty of small places to hide
And hold secret meetings
About, who knows what
Only the Microbial Illuminati knows,
If they even exist.
376.
The 3 Races
There were 3 great islands in the Orient
Millennia ago, 3 Races here God sent…
First among them were the Negritos
From farthest lands came with bare toes
Second were folks known as the Indones
From not so far they journeyed less
Third were people we know as the Malays
From neighboring nation riding balangays
…And so the 3 Races thrived & multiplied
Establishing a society that made us civilized!
-09/10/2015
(Dumarao)
*Philippine History Rhyme Collection
In yesteryear the wind was full of battles
Now the wind is still,
Only the ground is active, nourishing itself from the blood of countless sacrifices.
Wild flowers bloom around the spoiled spoils.
"Never again, shall I take up arms," he swore
To the sky, to his God, to the wind, whichever would hear him.
His fists clenched, he beat the air with his rage.
A rage that stemmed from thousands of conflicts,
Over countless millennia
From bare hands and to ultra-nuclear weapons
The results are the same:
The ground drinks fresh blood again from endless human sacrifices.
There are no winners or losers. Only the ground, the wind, the rocks will continue to strive long after we are gone. And the wild flowers will bloom once more in the light of our fading sun.
ROCK
Uncut, Unclear,
Hiding, Waiting, Freezing,
Ninety Millennia, Sixty Years,
Uplifting, Sparkling, Entrancing,
Alive, Afire,
DIAMOND
Celebrating the evolution over time for a 60th Birthday or Anniversary
In these times
the prophetic leaks out
of lesions in language -
sacred scripts fester
promises of slaughter
by revengeful gods
born out of the fury
of our own inner dark.
The same has hovered
over bloody battlefields
for millennia, the dead
wrapped in the flags
of countless faiths.
Meanwhile,
the Universe looks on
finding nothing of itself
in such weaponized deity.
It has a list of more
important things to do.
My name is not the punchline
to a joke about toilet paper
and Klingons,
(no matter how glorious
those warriors of Qu’noS)
My name is Uranus,
the namesake of Chaos
first ruler of the cosmos,
lover of sweet Gaia.
Nebula gas and dust created me,
happenstance some would say,
but my beauty has no rival~
Saturn and Neptune are poor brothers.
I am a puzzle fit for only gods to decipher,
mortal men will fear to approach me
in millennia to come, and I laugh
in the face of their desire to know me.
Buoyant ly they dance, orbs of shimmering ice
The gravity is strong deep in space, void of light
But if you never saw them dance, did they ever dance at all?
Yae, they did oh so elegant at the interplanetary ball
‘‘Twas only those two despite the giants all around
Through massive forces pulling
They could not be brought aground
“Just one more tender kiss, my love, before we leave this place
Before we drift apart forever into long forgotten space”
Gravity had pulled them close and briefly there they stood
A kiss they shared, a fond embrace, but neither was prepared
For within that kiss so shortly met
Was pieces of their core
Their gravity and poles aligned, made one forevermore.
Still they dance in perfect time through millennia and age
The stars and all the nebula now
Acting as a stage
The giants, still they lurk
But they still cannot match their gait
So it’s still just the two of them
Staring lovingly at their mate
On a life-boat passing through Time, making its way to the island of timely order(s).
Surrounded by death/decay and birth/unmanifested on the other side.
Surfing/Suffering on the waves of Time.
Maybe tonight.
The meaning of words change all the Time.
Unable to find meaning if not rooted in Time.
Counting up or counting down either way you are keeping Time.
Yet taking the Time to Time Time.
If Life is a zero sum game, what's the shortest interval that you have achieved this at?
Millennia, centuries, years, days or seconds ? M-C-IIIVIV-i-d?
Letting go generates space and time thus centering oneself in the present moment.
With precision and ease as in any clockmaker's watch.
The Sands of Time scatter as the hourglass shatters, turning to sand over Time.
Yet Time will keep its own Time.
Unless blocked by these very particles of sand.
Even though the books in the library are buried.
My spoken words will echo throughout Time.
Yet keep running out of sync in this fast changing world.
Acceptable losses by aiding incoherence.
As I await my Trial by Numbers.
Zeus devine
Stuck in Kronos time
Unable to leave
this is where i sleep
For millennia has past
I am not sad
I have watch the world grow an crumble
I got to learn it all
Seen citys rise and fall
Watched the waters wipe it clean
Sands bury the scene
And fire burn it to ash
What i learned from these supervised centuries
Is there are a few things that will alway be around
Of course love and hope can always be found
But what struck me the most is the humanity
When everyone is down and out
there's always someone ready to stand for the count
For what is right, they will always fight
For the defenseless and the Innocence until their end
For how many Sabbaths we waited and prayed
To see his redemption before us displayed
We yearned for his mercy, and begged Him with tears
To see the Messiah come now, in our years
For we have inherited unending hope
A promise passed down and confirmed by God’s oath
That to Abram’s children a Savior would come
One greater than David, yet called David’s son
Here out with the sheep God has placed in our care
His glory came down—caught our hearts unaware
We all were afraid, but the angels sent joy
In small Beit-Lechem had been born a small boy
The promised Messiah had finally come
God’s grace and perfection revealed in the Son
In awestruck delight we all hastened to go
And see what this was that the Master made known
And there was the baby, laid down in the trough
He lifted His voice, and we heard His first cough
We knew God was with us—that there was our King
The hope of millennia our eyes have seen
Seconds-minutes-hours lent
Days-months-years all went
Decades-centuries-millennia spent
Incarnations. time measure
Lives lived, cosmic treasure
In the ledger of life, a child is born
Within trials and tribulations, hearts are worn
Notions evolve into love and scorn
Lessons temper mind
Stay true, good and kind
Through spiritual compassion we evolve deep inside
From positive and negative all can abide
A thread of hope to turn the tide
Undo knots that bind
Calm stems moral decline
Rational thought can change one’s fate
Those who love and those who hate
Just a smile the light awaits
Rid the mind of fear
Harmony or strife is near
Humanity’s fate is a collective goal
Good or evil one plays the role
Karma or virtue is worn on each soul
Heaven's blessing of return
One’s soul does yearn
Another chapter in the rhythm of life
All will be renewed by the Creator’s love
Once again I look at the man in the mirror with disgust
Do you even wanna change?,
That's what the voices in my head always ask
If I wanted to stay the same i wouldn't have fallen in love
I used to look at the moon and the earth and think that could be us
Revolving around one another for a millennia to come
But before that I must work on the person inside
To evolve into the person you will love and trust
This is my goal, I pray that it comes fast
Despite a multitude of misunderstandings that pervade society
I still believe there are many common principles shared by all
The rights with which we all are born, yet sometimes are lost
Or stripped away when resistance is weakened by oppression
And they who are able to help, making such little concession
All mankind is the ultimate loser, and ever pays a great cost
We well know the saying that pride always goes before a fall
But what most of us are still left with, is that constant anxiety
We can understand why animals in the wild, fight to survive
Or even to compete for a mate and to continue the species
But by now, aren’t we all way beyond such wild behaviour
History is just dusty paper, each generation seems to forget
It has been millennia now, but we still haven’t learned it yet
It takes us all, with our shared values, not only one saviour
But we must seek what’s hidden in all of our brain’s creases
Yet still I must ask, what does it take for humanity to thrive
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