It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies
And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews
In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance
Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating
without also integrating
views
Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,
Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty
Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom
To focus health/wealth care
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.
Categories:
nihilistically, caregiving, health, integrity, peace,
Form: Political Verse
I wake up at a different time and place each breaking morning
And set a new path on this earth that beggars all forewarning
One day I’ll try my hand at walking backward down the street
While wearing something lissome yet distinctly indiscreet
Then possibly I’ll pass some time with Nitze-by-the-sea
Considering the ocean’s purpose nihilistically
And if there’s time I’ll blow my mind with something by the bard
For Bill’s a bloke who still can smoke the glibbest avant-garde
And then I think the time may come to speak of many things
Like why we hear of mannequins but never mannekings
There’s lots of things I’ve never done, take suicide for instance
There’s naught to do that’s really new when all is nonexistence
Thus every day that I’m around I try for something special
No line-of-sight approach for me, my life’s been more tangential
So if it’s something new you seek, well that’s just not my game
If all my days are different, well then … every day’s the same
October 24, 2018
Categories:
nihilistically, irony,
Form: Rhyme