like Icarus choking on his wing’s wax
Phoenix too laden with ashes to rise
Sisyphus stoned by rock bottom
an Angel suffocating on its halo
the witch seeks to be a Fairy Queen
assembles the mirror of Self and
seeks solace in prayer and meditation
one cannot give what has not been received
Janus will have to gather a third face for the present
looking backward and forward does not suffice
to overcome the deluded nature of an illusion
the only permanent matter is impermanence
either one honestly grasps nascent reality
or corporeality strangles immanent awakening
the Buddha can transcend without fig tree or rice bowl
not every robe has to shine in bright orange
and yet a rainbow needs sunshine as well as dark clouds
tantra means woven together and providence
patchwork for the mosaic and tapestry of life
no more threadbare rags nor shards of broken magic
in wonder and marvel lie imagination and miracles
wisdom is knowing what can and cannot be changed
humility and serenity require arduous work
to achieve some degree of spiritual connection
Our names always rhymed,
Our reconnection well-timed.
Hoping you'll have me
As the one who sets you free,
The one you'll love divinely.
Rekindled, our bond,
Years lost, now paths interlace,
Laughter blooms anew,
Memories, like stars, align,
Warmth in the cold space between.
NARCISSIST PRIDE
He knows he caused her distress & stress,
Yet chooses silence, though he's a mess.
Within his heart, a tempest brews,
Regret and anguish he can't refuse.4
But his ego, like a shield, remains,
Suppressing remorse, embracing his pains.
Within solitude, he cries alone,
A tortured spirit, his heart turned stone.8
He'd rather suffer, a silent plight,
Than humbly seek forgiveness, contrite.
In silence, he bears the weight of remorse,
A self-inflicted punishment, a twisted course.¹²
But the girl he injured longs for his plea,
A heartfelt apology to truly set her free.
Yet, trapped in his narcissistic hall,
He wallows in his prideful thrall.¹6
He chooses his thorny path instead,
Leaving the girl's heart heavy with dread.
Oh, narcissist, blinded by your own reflection,
Release your ego and seek reconnection.²°
For in apology lies the bridge to mend,
And in humility, a chance to comprehend.
Let your tears fall, not in solitude's demise,
But as a catalyst for heartfelt apologies to arise.²4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
In the end, what is there to be, but alone?
To recognize at last and say goodbye
To all those things that were not I;
To join the others who wait eternal
For another touch of another breath that is life;
The passage that returns and returns,
As we start alone, and end alone,
And in between have those great and grand adventures,
Where each awakening is a reconnection to the memory
Of that other part of ourselves;
Once separate,
Then joined,
Then not.
A year ago I couldn’t bear to see your face
Now I wait to pick you up from your place
Take you to dinner and smile the whole time
As if neither of us committed our crime
I sit and think of all the times we shared
it makes me feel warm knowing you cared
A laugh that makes butterflies fly inside
We sit and hold hands going for a ride
The way you smell, laugh, and even breathe
Sets everything in my world at perfect ease
I feel everything for you I did back then
I know now how bad I want you again
I cherish everything you are now and in memories
impossible to think recently we were enemies
So I extend this second chance
in hopes our hearts again will dance
Alone in the dark, walking around in slow-motion,
Avoiding certain parts of town, suppressing the memories,
Ignoring the promises, forgetting the feelings;
But is it possible to recover from that beginning?
Reconnection, a yearning for a relapse,
Starting anew, becoming better,
Growing for him, maturing from the past;
But maybe this could be a new beginning?
Simple hi’s in the hall, waving during passing,
Trying not to be as overbearing as before,
Hoping its as special to him as it is to her;
But should she try to reignite the spark from the beginning?
Rumors arise, pictures float around,
Pretty as she passes, a smile that lights up any room,
Nicest girl to walk the earth, caring and kind;
But didn’t he say he wouldn’t start another beginning?
The break told to be temporary,
Lies arise, new forms of betrayal strike,
Heartbreaking news hit harder than before,
This wasn’t supposed to end with a new beginning...
Holy Trinities
Long to be Healthy
in Wealthy
Wise.
I would really rather be Right
without needing to get into a Fight
about our degenerate infested Might
Become integrity's full-bloomed Beauty,
authenticity's long
and widely anticipated Duty,
combining curious creolizations
courageously Fruity
Authentically longing
to be patriotic Earth Healthy
integrity also matriarchally Wealthy
bilateral balance
to win just win
through green peace
cooperative Wisdom
Whole open systemic Trinities
sacred
and secular
win/win wise
Interreligious reconnection
ecopolitically sung
unmediated
enlightened
empowered surprise.
What I have noticed here
and there
on campuses
in medical service centers
within hospitality sanctuaries
in sane asylums
Most of the language
in exterior marketing
and interior messaging cultures
Has gently moved from internment
and imprisonment
and confinement
and isolation
and punishment,
Whether voluntarily elected
selected
invited
or imposed
sentenced
medicinal
sterile
purgative,
Whether mental
or physical,
spiritual
or natural,
Has moved on to a more engaging
empowering
enlightening reconnection
of multiculturally intelligent hospitality
Inviting universal health care
for reconnecting all,
regardless of how irritating
and silent
and/or vocally strident.
Caring spaces
with not quite enough time yet
to grow a WholeEarth health-wealth spa
for co-invested nature Spirits
of nonviolent communion
But heading in that multi-regenerational election,
engaging our preferred healthy
interdependently wealthy
direction.
Re-Connection of Souls
The feeling lies dormant until that awesome reconnection
That triggers my untapped feelings for you.
It is so strong it makes my body aches
And I yearn for your love every second.
I dream of the day when our bodies come together as one
When all the dreams of love and caring manifest itself in total ecstasy.
What a day ……….it’s not yet revealed, but soon.
I feel so much love and I have so much to give
that it makes me tight within.
Crazy for the one I love and the one I want to share it with.
Who is he? May I ask? It’s you, yes you!
In my deepest thoughts I anchor the love that makes me beautiful
yes beautiful…
I know I am beautiful, sensuous, and warm
So are you….. Handsome as can be, with your softness
and your pensive mood that adorns your very presence.
Love is what draws us together and our souls entwined.
There is nothing wrong with “love”
Love is powerful, strange, but yet soothing.
Love is an equalizer of precious feelings
Without love our lives, souls, and whole being would be useless
Oh yes! Let’s enjoy the sweetness that love has to offer.
Reconnected
We have finally reconnected.
All those years lost, love was affected
Now in the present, we can forget some of the past
And continue what we had, finally at last
Waiting all those years, love has been conflicted
But by God's grace reconnection was predicted
It was worth the wait and I know this is true
Because nothing is better then being back with you
Her heart was preoccupied.
Many men came knocking.
Looking for a home.
Looking for refuge,
not knowing she was the storm.
She gave them grace
and a smile,
but no love.
She could not give away that which was not hers to give.
Her heart had belonged to another.
He was a cruel and fickle owner.
Desiring love without attachment,
asking her to do the impossible.
He filled her heart with confusion.
With love and loss.
His face
still the face she wished she could see when others came to court.
Her heart
filled with disappointment as she continued to wait.
The waiting became her way of life;
a measurement of time.
Each second,
minute,
and hour without him an obstacle to overcome.
Moments that stood in the way of her reconnection with love and living.
Drifting through time,
she feigned a life.
Collecting people and places
only to serve as a placeholder for that which she truly desired.
His occupation and promise to stay.
If facts can be reduced to polynomial information bits
then wisdom might be expanded through polyamorous exformation bytes,
double-fractal octaves folding/unfolding/refolding/disfolding
complex cause and effect recircling stages
of Left-geneticYang with Right-memeticYin
co-arising ecopolitically integral virtuous trust
in both upper-caste sacred mind
and lower-caste organic body, nondualistic
co-passionately pleasing co-binary
re-ligious prolife reconnection.
CoIntelligent living with Others
as we would have others live with us
includes wisely ego-dying with others
as we would have EarthMother live associatively
rather than relentlessly competing dissociatively.
Earth's interior pronoia bliss
with multicultural inter-religious wisdom,
in an of and through and for
our Golden Left/Right BuddaAge
of Tao-Zen Interdependent 1/(0)
WinAnthro/WinEarth ReCentering Rules
Rhythms of ReSonant ReGenerate ReSolutions.
Ground of Being,
Climate of All Becoming
horizon's here now moment
when MotherEarth
meets FatherSky
EcoSpirit bound solar fire heating air
warming crystal ice floating water
soaking absorbent soul of soil
rusting fractal minerals
decomposing eviL-ing flesh
regenerating Live-ing organic systems
open sets inform researching rhythms
percuss prehensile patterns
of octave colored sounds in songs
reconnecting mythic culture stories
reweaving co-grounded horizon long becoming,
Be longing nondual here/now
space/time
body/mind
natural/spiritual
justice/peace
universe/uniting
secular/sacred
reconnection.
conversations like solutions to storms
reconnection like protection from swarms
though rare are your replies,
i cherish even the lowest lows of your highest highs
so amazing to be blessed with a unique bond of friendship such as yours
in life, it is where a man and a woman is Meant To Be
it will not always be sex and love that will make you be happy and free
sometimes it's the words and the occasional listening ear
that will ease the painful walk of your continuous forward movement and alleviate some, if not all fear
if i had a chance to meet you all over again that way that i did,
i would not change a thing even if inevitable changes flipped the world' s lid
all medicine is not bitter to the tongue
some medicine is soothing and sweet and inspire smiles that help overcome
with this, i say thank you, beautiful woman....precious friend
no matter how rare our connection, the eye of my loyalty is to the very end....
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