So, If
Delighted Joy
Is Somehow
Undeserved;
***
Whereby Suffering
Is An Obligation,
An Unending Quest
To Ease All
Suffering...
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See How
It All Spins...
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Reiterating...
Refreshing...
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With Each Its Own
In-Un-Intention...
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(Pause.)
-Gray Squirrel
08-13-2026
the last time I laughed uncontrollably was last week at my sister’s house
She and I are identical twins
We were celebrating our birthday
I kept reiterating stories we both knew
Where someone put me down.
“Caren, what HAVE you been eating?” from an old lady who was stupid.
Because I weigh forty pounds more than my twin.
A stupid old lady who dresses out at eighty-eight pounds.
Every time I said that my twin and I hooted with laughter.
Here is another one.
“Caren, where did you PUT it?”
I would say this in the snottiest voice of my mother.
Because she said this to me when I was twelve.
I had been sewing a new dress
out of green material with yellow mushrooms.
I loved this dress and kept working on it night after night.
Years later, my mother told me
that Daddy accidentally got grease all over it.
He thought it was a rag and used it to wash the car.
So, she threw it away.
“Caren, where did you put it?”
I still hear my twin laughing.
Her imaginativeness was off the charts
she invented pie cake and jelly bean darts
world of whimsy she constructed was keen
as a fantasy pharaoh, she was the queen
we travelled to Saturn when we wanted to play
she lived with her purple puma and reptile named Gay
her home was engineered out of a dryer’s lost socks
she never spoke of her journey from the world of hard knocks
reinventing and reiterating fun every time we were there
quintessential hostess who displayed joyful loving care
spectacular grandma who encouraged simply everyone
especially those who had forgotten how to have fun
What’s the reason to die, the wise know
In a thousand voices they confide to me
Their valued opinions, but I’m too slow
To capture the truth they can clearly see
One dies, two are born, and it doesn't matter
Who will they become, one may do
The same thing, another may do something better
Until the third comes to change the whole view
But these abstractions seem too grand for me
A new meaning cannot replace the old
I belong to my own, smaller reality
Where her paradise garden my love has grown
There I stay, listening closely to you
To the voice that I know so innately close
Realizing that death isn’t eternal, it too
Comes and goes, in the mess of its time resource
But aren’t we doing the same again?
Reiterating ourselves, we’re expelled
After the rest we are back somewhen
Hearing the voices we know so well.
Shelly had been talked into marrying this guy.
He had money and would take care of her.
She got more nervous as the big day came near.
Money is not love, money is only, well, money.
Her parents kept reiterating how marvelous this wedding was.
They had dollar signs in their eyes which implored her to run.
Shelly excused herself to go to the bathroom.
She never said which bathroom.
OBSERVATIONS
a dream
of truth
deserving
enthusiasm
in
never-to-be- forgotten
expectations
predictions
adornments
engravings
with
compositions
reiterating
appropriate
images
alongside
continuity
of
viewpoints
divisive
diminished
prospects
destabilise
stability
&
benefit
the
sympathetic
John Lennon was all about peace, love and hope.
Like Ghandi and Dr. Martin Luther King Junior,
he wanted people to get along, to love each other.
His death was the ultimate betrayal of his life.
But in another way, it reminded us of the futility of murder.
Of the horror of it, of the senselessness and the sadness.
I picture him planning his life prior to his arrival.
He agreed to this horrible death knowing it would help the world.
Reiterating everything he taught in his songs.
That we need a Yellow Submarine,
that the world is full of happy people.
That we need love, sweet love.
In his death he was also teaching us.
Forever teaching us.
Thank you John.
"Stripped of a physical body,
[individualistic] mind stands naked,
revealed startlingly
for what it has always been;
the architect of our [shared] reality."
Sogyal Rinpoche
Stripped of a spiritual mind,
bodies lie nakedly dis-potentiated,
undominated,
indomitable,
undomesticatable,
de-commodified,
startlingly unveiled
for why we have always evolved here
in regenerative Earth's life-giving environment,
Historically revolved
and culturally regenerated
through DNA bicameral dynamic reiterating spirals,
bilateral nature/spirit animation,
humane/divine co-inspirations
Unfolding
refolding
prefolding
dipolar co-arising folds
strings
frames
paradigmatic fields
Composing
recomposing
discomposing
disposing
uncomposing
precomposing
this fractal-binomial structure
for systemic ecological restructuring
of each moment's regenerative/degenerative
empowering/disempowering
enlightening/dissociating potential
Ego/Eco-systemic rebecoming,
becoming
unbecoming
precoming,
coming
Autonomously stripped
atomic synergy,
embodied longing
within multiculturing waves
of co-arising integrity,
naked mind belonging
The Munro and Corbett mountain peaks contest
Current events dictates social distancing
Squire Cavendish was expecting some protest
Twenty four paired challengers were competing
Marshalls prepared alerting the contestants
(Isolation bubbles strictly adhered to)
Reiterating the rules and enforcements
Alarmingly, a small protest did ensue
Squire’s bombastic tone and presence did inflame
As an incendiary device would exploded
Worldwide interest in the media game
Above newsworthy helicopters hovered
Now eagerly awaiting developments
Protesters in numbers increasingly spread
Mainly due to many safety infringements
Disappointed challengers away were led
9/28/20
Five words Mountain. Squire. Current. Events. Exploded.
Faeries around the lamp post
Flirting with me
Show me skin
High-five each other
Showing off their translucent wings
And their singing prowess.
I am amazed; had forgotten them truthfully.
Refusing to believe in this kind of goodness
After the worst six years of my life.
I am thirteen now; it make sense they would show me
themselves, reiterating that I am never alone
I had not seen them since I was seven, in the garden
when Grandma said "There are no such things as faeries."
I wish she had not said that.
Theistic and A-Theistic
Truth and Beauty
Ethical and Aesthetic
process theologies
are co-relational ecological wisdom
Transposed into Ego/EcoSystemic Therapeutic CoArising Theory language
which speaks up and down
perpetually rooting for Resilient Game Theory
In this WinWin cooperatively regular game
of living Earth-restoring justice,
our goal strongly and flowingly favors resilient health
robust ego-flavors and multi-ecolors
over reiterating Win/Lose violent monocultural gaming business
as unfortunately and suboptimally far too toxic usual
due to deductively disassociating LeftBrain wealth of elitist words.
Sometimes I think I write too much,
with the words getting lost in rewrites
repeating and reiterating
those same emotional feelings within
but
within me rises and storms that need
to express what I feel,
reveal what I see.
Strange to think of that long gap
some eighteen to twenty years
when nothing could be written
when life drowned out the need with other struggles
but here I am again,
with a renewed vigor and resurgence of
what has been hiding, pushed down within
the inner depths of my mind and soul
may the words find their way
and may they be worthy
blessed and enjoyed
by the writing and the read.
Slowly, slowly but surely
this day is swirling down the drain
Tempers are flaring, orders are dastardly; being lashed out
Obnoxious, oblivious, overwhelming stupidity
How much more is the margin pushed before it becomes enough
Society is taking a step back, a step back from progression
Obsession, controlling of time
writing takes care of the problem though others arise
Revising, reconstructing, reiterating
so redundant, repetitive, annoyance
When will everything finally cease
when will everything finally cease, dissipate...
Fuse with the wind, take the shape of an inanimate object
and fly, float away into the nothing
or like a perfect paper plane
signed with grief in the misty rain
as if to say come back another day
Stuck.
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and ov
Stop that.
Bad habits, that’s all they are.
Stuck.
Repeating and replaying and rewinding and rehashing and recounting and reiterating and reworking and re
Overanalyzing, that’s all it is.
Everyone does it.
Stuck.
Reminder that was a failure.
They made a mistake.
Get over it.
Stuck.
Reminder that was your only chance.
There will never be redemption.
They’re just taking it really hard.
Lighten up.
Stuck.
No one is sure how they got here,
Stuck.
Or how it even began,
Stuck.
They just seem to be
Stuck.
Sit down allow me to talk with you for a minute
You look tired
You had a hard day
Let me pray
That your spirit is eased
Let me pray that the way you feel
Will be submissive
To let go and expand your situation
The only thing to be done is valuable and reiterating
Calm down allow me to rub your head
You are still here with me half past dead
Breathe it is okay it happens to everyone
Stress tested will thy kingdom will be done
Hold on your breathing is trying to increase
Don't stop before you release the beast
Your emotions there running down your shoulder
Okay I understand you are older
Life has trampled your decisions
Must I mention
I have always known
Built buildings do fall
And the economy is blown
Shown definitions to many hidden words
Take flight airlines South
Western desserts
Topped with sand cactus
Sticking to your finger
Don't linger with your restless self
Time does make a difference
Now you can see melt
Slowly like ice
lay on my lap
Once you awake to the taste of relaxation stimulating destination
New self
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