Gone amiss is the tight white moon
whose withheld breath owned a night
of penitent voices cast to its homely face.
Its passage assures a slumbering world
the fading calm bares weight enough that a
sole butterfly carry effortlessly to silence.
Awake by the faithful whose life restorations
into joys embrace with psalms and hymns
welcome dawn's golden chariots cheery
cherubs championed charioteers, arise,
this is the day that the Lord has made.
Make a joyful noise unto the Lord and
to your fellow workers for by its plain
pleasure and delight of all exchange
gratitudes denies the devil's stay.
Perpetuate God's glory and share His
story--err history, and proclaim to all
of His only begotten Son, His Holy of
Holy's, His Grace, Jesus Christ, Amen
The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair
Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger's nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.
So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive
"Loser" labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction's short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers
Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication
Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses
Against spirited natural
nondualistic redemptions
restorations
of win/win historical
Sun nurturing light
and Earth nutritioning power
regenerating
EarthTribe
indigenously sacred regenerations.
When I am gone,
in winter's timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time's healing space
refueling mortal rememory?
When you peer here
in summer's eternal play
what could I begin feeling
in such sadly glad sanctifying
pre-winterizing grace
In spacious golden
compassioned imaginations,
thoughtfully rebuilt
green cooperative restorations
Softening fear of sacred matriarchal loss
and not enough attention
Anger's trauma scars
replaced with AnthroHope
we might, one day,
receive EarthMother's
health and safe wealth dope
honorable midsummer mention
Fair-weathered
and rich-soiled
divinely humane
transtheistic rooted
polyvagal neuro-systemic structure
rebooted
Bilaterally reset
to sacred indigenous Win/Win
summer/winter
anticipating souls.
We need to organize, demand the right to be mindless.
Deserve we compensations,
restorations for the witless who riot.
Compassion and pardon for all moronic mobs.
The right to choose death for others, free booze.
The freedom to abuse, shut down, condemn,
and censor.
We fight for the right to chant
every meaningless slogan,
pledge allegiance to double-speak & gobbledygook,
and of course,
the unalienable sanctity of the male womb,
all gender-fluid birthing, the freedom to groom.
To boldly march on, arm in arm, in tune
toward another dumb-downed.
doltish dawn.
Elderly woman uprights toppled potted plants. Small pots of mums, mini rose bush, geraniums tottering (ailing for the water she provides) on white stones beneath encrypted names. She knows none of the souls resting, yet the memorial draws her. There's a peace here that slips quietly from the hum of nearby streets. Sometimes a child's note, wind blown away, needs re-fixing to the wall's base. She strains to match note to name. The rhythm of small alignments that re-fit a shredded world in a meaningful way. Her restorations that have the energy of giving, like spiritual dignity that erases invisibility.
kindness glow prevails
devotion honors fallen
elemental force
Haibun composed August 19/21
which nights of lovers are we?
that these days are
restorations of days past
then we relate as people to be lovers
to be loved and in love that
we might see nights where we
create the necessities of tomorrow
for those we will procreate to have
then as now
those days are gone
gone forever and ever
might tomorrow they be stories
to tell the people
who will listen to them
then will she make strange those nights with others
that those who wish to control tomorrow will
side with these strangers
to separate and conquer a world that they wish to rule over
they stand in the dust and are clean
they have nothing but are rich
they read not are smart
they speak of things they know thing about and are wise
this is what musca told lepus
andorion listened and overheard.
he sough food and became rich with
gossip.
he shall spend his wealth
to make troubles for those he wishes to be opposed.
Therapeutic focus bullets
from Resilient Systems Thinking/Feeling:
Hold your bilaterally breathing and beating heart and lungs
with bicameral mind's 2020 vision
for global through local cooperative empowerment.
Reduce sub-optimal choices
by sustaining resonant cooperative actions
choices
solidarity.
Increase WinWin goals
by letting go of distracting past WinLose collusions,
compromises falling short of healthy potential
for Earth,
plants,
people,
paths,
secular ways and sacred means
bilateral space and bicameral time resolutions,
ego-health with eco-wealth restorations
toward optimal nutrition focus.
The opposite
of egocentric perpetrator
is ecofeminist victim
The opposite
of conservative perpetrators of Win/Lose retribution
are liberating wounds of WinWin absorption
enchanting green restorations by mindful day,
ultra-nonviolet by not not night.
Another way of thinking about my personal manifest destiny
and our manifest destiny as a community,
as a people,
as an ecotherapeutic species,
is to focus on enchanting Win/Win health destiny
v. disenchanting projects of mere Win/Lose destinations
back whence sin
LeftBrain Yang-dominantly began.
And, another way of thinking about enchanting ultra-violet integrity
is through cooperative octave possibilities
for re-enchanting global wealth of health ecstasy.
A transportive
transubstantiating
sacred with secular pearl
of Eastern multicultural virtue,
measure of ecopolitical peace,
values of creolic absorption,
extended family blending,
dialectal democracy
co-operative co-lateral formation
incoming informative uracil with cytosine,
ultra-violet with green,
exflowing through past DNA co-memories
of love and regenerative lust
of death and degenerative dust.
Go West
could mean
Grow a stronger green LeftWing
ecological commitment
to deductive healthy rationality
complementing
supplementing
transporting West
your already wealth-developing East
flowing more resiliently ultra-violet
theological matriarchal ecofeminist restorations
of inductive green wild wiki
Conservational transparency
nurturing YangWest/YinEast agendas
for EarthMother BiLaterality,
at least for those Left with Right
Northern revolutionary advent bound
in this 2020 post-millennial tao
of TimeSource flowing ego/eco-centers,
bicameral core East
multicultural flowing
Western LoveStreams,
Southern PassionDreams.
What does consciousness do?
Integrates here and disintegrates now
space as in/exforming time,
ego as constrained eco-logical DNA enraptured
mutual health relationships.
What does time do?
Perceptions bilaterally integrate
our grateful identity
with our multicultural futures
and disintegrates our fear and anger
mistrusting monocultural detouring pasts
And forgives offenses against restoring health
And pardons lost opportunities for healing futures
And spaciates two-dimensional historic pathways
Stories imaged into three-dimensional polypathic healing opportunities
for experiential RealTime Revolutions.
What does RealTime EarthTribe global space do?
Revolves restorations of seasonal climate health
and some pathology,
Evolves gratitude for healing cooperatives,
more than stressful competitives,
daily spacetime HereNow
4D RealTime
healing within bilateral polypathic integrity
EcoTheoLogical potential grace
of healthy wealth.
To patronize,
repatriotize,
restore,
co-invest in:
To express positive WinWin attitude,
sacred gratitude,
through mutually cooperative investment
of healthy bilateral Time
past and future researched,
as wealthy sacred history of EarthSpace
SpaceTime ZeroZone Zen
Zero-notnot interest
in equivalent polypathic co-investment,
WinWin
ZeroSum NegEntropic,
right-brain sacred Left-wise/Right-elder ZeroZone,
HereYang-NowYin
Ego/EcoCentric Place,
in MatriarchalBorn EarthTribe.
To vulnerably and transparently matronize
EarthTribal healthy-wealth:
To vocationally transport
mutually cooperative transubstantiating communications
dialectal creolizations
of polynomial languages
Positive/Negative
and notnot in-between
Polyphonic TippingPoints
octave-doublefractal harmonics
5Dimensional binary spiraling
polypathic double-binary WinWin enculturations
Cooperative Yang InterPolitical secularity
with YinSquared IntraPersonal sacrality,
grace-filled DNA with RNA follow the light solidarity for
and integrity of
Patriarchal ReVocational ReStorations
and Green MotherTree reforesting revolutions--WinWin.
Snow falls up
to those already on their backs
yet still open for looking up
as others watch down,
but not also up.
East meets West
whether I start
east
or west
or north
or south
where East and West
remain fractally
practically adjacent.
Adjacent balance
co-arises
dawning East
with settling West
and not competing
for attention
against one invested way
or other,
ego North WiseElder
or eco South Wild AthleticAdolescent
Playing planning games
networking
sacred healing restorations.
I have always had a fondness for the narrative of dreams.
Why this may be so
I could not speak.
I do recall a former life as a psych major
reading Freud's Interpretation of Dreams.
Recognizing his iconic topography
yet wondering about his training
in phylogeny,
predicting one's pre-adolescent healthy ego
and ecological restorations
of our species' cooperatively maturing habitat
throughout our multicultural
matriarchal-dominant rebirthing story.
I hope to feel
this timeless sacred narrative
of Earth's reweaving Sabbath,
regenerating Eden's therapeutic dreams
of polyculturing Paradise.
And,
not quite so many patriarchal pathological nightmares
emerging shared paranoid and claustrophobic punishing vocations
so vulnerably naked without potential integrity,
somehow not yet patriarchally here
with matriarchal now,
co-arising.
I LeftBrain dominate with far too retributive
non-redistributive neglect of justice days
manifesting competitive WinLose assumptions,
haunted by LoseLose nightmares
of a merely secular mortality.
I RightBrain dream
in restoratively manifest destinies toward WinWin
ecopolities of cooperative therapeutic praxis.
Quickly quickly now quack quack quock" said the rook on a rock by the dock at six o clock. But no rock ever did tock so no quock could be audible now could it? Who on earth has really ever heard a quocking sound? Well one should visit in the rainy season. Coughs do not sound like a standard quack. They sound like a quock. And a quock is not a quake and a quake is not quivering, quarterising, nor is it a quintessential quartet. A kilo of a viola is akin to a shy trumpet. And an eskimo dressed in a tank top could roll down a grassy slope quicker than a jar of collected pennies. Dare to jump over a kerb? Wrestle with a set of giant keys? Well firstly one must jump over a train, a plane, and mind the rain. Hahaha rhyming is dining out today. Hahaha the wristwatch is swapping colours for a mild dews formation. Hahaha compiled cards comes cantering cheerily. And a hexagonal xylophone delivers a representational speech. Xxxxx restorations z z z z z at forty five dips to fifteen tacos.
I look you up and look you over,
better days have left you far behind,
you're older, but to me you're still appealing,
yet you draw comments that are less than kind.
You're neglected, not consulted,
when an answer is required,
hidden now behind the others,
avoided, disregarded, mired.
I massage your spine with oil and friction,
restoring your luster to cherish and keep,
remembering when you were readily handled,
sought after, popular, top of the heap.
I'm so busy these days with my key restorations,
I scarcely have time, and I don't have a say,
so you'll have to hold on for my deft ministrations,
a labor of love, postponed for a better day.
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