The opposite of life
is death
The polar opposite of eternal health
is terminal disease,
with unease perhaps lying/truthing
in-between timelessness
and untimely demise
So too,
my opposite of steady compassion
may be your unsettling dispassion
Elation v deflation
of all these oppositional answers above
as clear
as unclear appositional questings
below.
What is my opposite of suicide?
Self promotion?
Ego inflation?
Having all my consuming needs
fully answered?
Or
maybe some uneasy questing
timeless mind
and spacious body
in-between healthy Now
And death-defying
death-denying
death-defining
death-despairing
death-despoiling
AnthroLove Here
Remains part of EarthLife There
whenever tomorrow comes
Now?
As Me curiously questioning
feels like our lonelier half
of We not yet
finally answering?
What could appositionally rebalance
death's final answering Earth-climate
and life's open questioning Anthro-culture?
What is the opposite of lively ruminations
and deadly ideations?
What lies contentious truths contenting,
In-between EarthBody's discommunication
desecrating death
and AnthroMind's sacred communion life?
Stealing from a thief
those phrases gone
Scales rebalance
words in song
Once recaptured
then released
The chorus joyful
— the world at peace
(The New Room: September, 2024)
You can only spend so many hours in labs, study groups and classrooms - under relentless, fluorescent lighting - before you start feeling life withdrawal.
When I hit that stresshold, I need to rebalance myself.
I could go to the New Haven harbor - I find the ocean endlessly relaxing - or for a quick fix, I can always rely on the warmth of multicolored product packaging.
For the last one, a grocery store will do. I’ll walk the bright, prismatic cereal aisle, and run my finger gently along the gratuitous, rainbowed variety of selections.
It’s a soothing gesture that I repeat several times. A reminder that there are still beautiful, shiny things out there, on demand, in the uncomplicated, non-academic world.
In a virtual reality
I found my father online
Though he died before the internet
a man of his time
So how is this possible
that an email appears?
From a website immortal
in cyberspace near
I knew it was him
with each line that I read
I knew it was him
from what he left unsaid
In trying to print
my screen crashed in error
“No document found,
the message interred”
Was I just imagining
or losing my mind?
His words never clearer
for me to then find
I’ve thought of him often
as I’ve struggled and fought
And carried inside me
those lessons he taught
With every search engine
I’ve looked and I’ve prayed
For just one more message
—to rebalance my days
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2018)
E mbers smoulder, earth sweats
M an thinks that he made progress
B atters and mauls he, the mother naked
R epreive from where else, does she get!
A tlases many, of 21st century we require, to
C atapult earth back to its pristine splendour
I n the hope to save diversity from extinction
N ature, else capable to rebalance ‘n upturn
G reenhouse gases already choking our breath!
E ach to promise to protect the mother earth
A need to conserve, and give it ‘n us a rebirth
R educe, reuse, recycle, there will be no dearth
T rees each we plant, ‘n protect them to a big girth
H urrah! We then continue to raise our net worth
Date: 5.7.2014
Revelation is a sigh
In rotation
And in time
In this I do,
In rebalance
Of He,
Fore thou Art
The Holy One
GF
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