Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.
The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories
Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising sensed re-experience ecosystems,
And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles
Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth's shift
balancing bilaterally twinned TimeFlow
for virtuous universal win/win communication
Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe's perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark...
The good faith of a seed
is to live together
before we die apart.
The bad faith of a seed
or an unfertilized egg
or a barren matriarchal womb
or a fake-gospel message
despite MotherEarth's transparently inclusive kindnesses
festers fear apart
more than healing life together.
Good faith speaks up for restorative health.
Bad faith talks down to vindicate self-righteous
supremacy,
holier than thou-ness.
Bad faith reiterates
and redistributes
and retributes Vengeance Is Mine
until only those who share this particular bad faith virus
are left speaking
and prophesying among ourselves,
predicting
and incarnating our own self-righteous bad faith seeds,
monoculturing weeds
of unnaturally reified laws,
rules,
prejudice against those outside
our narrow-minded folds,
failures of regenerative empathy.
Good faith restores sacred polycultural outcomes
of spirit
and body
and mind
and soul
and heart
and reason
and science
and evolutions
and revolutions
of nondual grace economies
as merely everyday MotherEarth ecological lessons,
witness,
wisdom without bad seeded walls
against Sacred Wonder.
A frame
lifts the skirt of a portrait
and throws her genitalia
on your face.
A twin blast has taken place.
Why did you stand for
eclecticism ?
The fables will miss you
and blue horse
will not return home.
The naked feet
will roam on grass, when
shoes will ask ;
what is the miracle ?
It happens once a while.
Reified the colors into pink
thighs – for every word,
cubics
stood undressed.
Now the table waits for you.
Satish Verma
What overarching purpose
Can bolster effective sales volume
Signaling the rise
of Reified and refined portent vibes
On our maps of locomotion
We strive incessantly for meaning
The moment tongue strikes palette
We search for expression to enliven the soul
Playing match maker with a bed of stars
Reaching the highest ambition to climb
Can there be a fusion-
From shrewd calculation to powerful beliefs
The belief in the soul
And life caressed by pressing tones
Strikes the delight of the market
And the passion walkways of crystal night
When mundane exhibits sputter and fail
Will the rise of meaning
Set the tone for money unveiled
Streaming out of scripted dance
Of religious symbol and capital chance