Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
When they said he is losing his mind, I was awakening.
When they said he is segregating himself, I was healing.
When they said he is behaving comic, I was growing.
When they said I had changed, I was evolving.
When they said I don't care anymore, eventually I understood that my peace lives within.
By Chanda Katonga.
Window fixed within a wall...
See-through and revealing all.
Looking in from the outside...
A dwelling there for us to hide.
Glass reflecting you and me...
Seperation strategy.
A kind of pain upon the pane...
Slightly smeared with mild stain.
Opening we find together...
Making escape from the weather.
Perched upon the window sill...
Candles to light up at will.
Closing the window in seal...
Segregating what is real.
Looking out from the inside...
Active storm whose rain is cried.
Mist begins to fog the sheet...
Making the beyond discreet.
Brushing my hand and its fingers
On the glass...their outline lingers.
Despite all the fog, stain and smear,
The window's message is quite clear.
Outside revealed in projection...
Inside ready for inspection.
My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.
Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking
Either positively True and Good
or negatively False and Bad,
laughable
or humorless
Sacred indigenous consciousness
feels more Right-Elder brainstem
bodymind nondualistic synergy
friendly energy
which is my son's political blessing
and his capital secularizing
segregating
colonizing
economic disabled curse.
Youngest son communes
with music
more fluidly co-empathic
than linguistic communications
He touches
and sings
and chants
through echoing shouts
and exclamatory barks,
short nonphonetic phrases,
lip smacking,
and belly laughs.
When he cries,
which is seldom,
he cries silently
No vocal cords
Profound inhaling wet gasps
and exhaling sad sacred shakes.
He laughs unconditionally
from his root chakra
warm unguarded soul
and bicamerally cries
from his buddha
co-empathic eyes.
It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies
And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews
In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance
Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating
without also integrating
views
Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,
Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty
Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom
To focus health/wealth care
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.
If you are racist, unpleasant and nasty,
you're thought of like Hitler and just like a Nazi,
cus they believed mankind had race hierachy,
even when Jesse Owens crashed the party.
That's how people look at you when you are racist,
half flipping barmy topped with irrational hatred
poor judgement alone defeated those fascists,
segregating themselves until exterminated.
Urges
Often arise
Learn, observe and discern
Segregating wheat from the chaff
Thus pure
24-November-2020
World "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
Using a virus army to control us.
Kotex over our smiles.
Shortening our years.
Segregating us from one another.
A viral K.K.K.
Injecting phantoms into our veins.
Gluing goblins to our brains.
They've chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new-age Big Brother.
They follow our every move.
Feed our children computer chips.
The damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become their right.
Intolerance is the banner of entitlement.
We've been groped and raped.
If you hadn't noticed, segregation is back in vogue.
These are crow and gasoline times, folks
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
Mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
The age of Aquarius has buckled under this Landslide of insanity.
Good and active healthy thoughts
produce and reflect
left-brain regenerative labels,
Bad and entropic death of feelings
effect and affect
left brain degenerating labels,
In-between
ambiguously left brain
and ambidextrously right brain
not not generate,
still actively ruminating.
Positive enlightened life,
Negative disempowered death,
Not not in-between these Yangs and Yins
all binomial egocenters
and ecosystems
positively regenerate restorative thoughts
and negatively degenerate retributive feelings
Creolizing
Transubstantiating
sacred in-between Paradise
and Hell,
Heaven
and Earth,
compassionate communication
and demonic debating demagogue experience,
healthy ecological thoughts
and punishing felt theological enculturation
sensation
energy
Healthy democratic communion
and pathologically autocratic disunion,
sacred resonance
and secularizing
segregating dissonance.
If health is just an unprivileged noun
and healthy is her adjective,
what is dynamic healthing,
the man-verb?
Some think healing LeftBrain Yang,
others feel therapeutic RightBrain SacredYin
matriarchal mostly.
But we all can bicamerally find active healthing
in secular/sacred Integrating,
cooperative creolization,
deductive/inductive transubstantiation.
Or do you find ego-healing
in secular dominant segregating
deductive
reductive
Either/Or
dualistic thinking about health
with no sacred hope of truly beautiful wealth
through one mere mortal lifetime?
Integration's noun is Integrity
which is as sacred,
or merely LeftBrain dominant secular,
as organic bilateral life ourselves
lived fully Golden Ruled
for our CoMessianic selves
and our originally disintegrated
Bodhisattva ego-health/eco-wealth
yang/yin holistic
ZeroZone zen
sum
Integrity's health-wealth intent
toward each Moment's
PrimeRelational potential
for polyphonic-polypathic-polynomial
synergy.
Mother Yin nurtures a domestic economy
which retains indigenous becoming within nature-spirit
nondual places
Yin,
a concaving womb
for as long as Earth's collective memory
of light and dualdark
may recall.
Patriarch Yang's convexly vertical strengths of hunting,
colonizing,
commodifying
segregating quantitatively deduced values,
are not a priori possible
without primacy
of nondual co-arising
bilaterally horizontal horizons
of yin's dawn with dusk
dualdark matriarchal sacred MoonTimes.
0-Soul
WinWin
in each here and now moment
of living and dying
with focusing bicameral balance
on matriarchy's polyculturing outcomes
easing patriarchy's recent past
of monocultural ego-over-investments,
turning now toward cooperative re-investments in Mother Earth
from which human nature
RNA-derived
to DNA thrive.
Indulging in insightful introspection
Not always aware where mind's eye will venture
Thoughts wander along winding theoretical byways
Revealing vast open spaces of universal truths
Optimizing previous personal experiences
Segregating fact from fiction
Perceiving past choices as my personal signature
Equating my uniqueness as priceless
Crying over past failures no longer suits me
Today holds the gift of life without perfection
Inwardly knowing and understanding
Obstacles are my path to success
Now
Cascading darkness, my hands begin to tremble
Sunlight fades, I'm alone once again
Solitude - isolation segregating emptiness cripples me
Emotionless I stare at the smile of others
Confused by what I do not understand
I cannot judge, therefore I must seek seclusion in a sea of anxiety
anticipating the dread my heart pounds
I feel hollow, empty, grey as a rain soaked day
The sun which ensues does not inspire nor invoke hope
Only restless emotions of memories long ago
That fade with each passing day, only to present itself in a nightmarish scape
Unaware, I wander through the blackened night
Fear is an emotion unfamiliar to me, in its face I stand
Mocking it's glance, unable to feel it grip
Who am I , for I know not maybe I'm a marbled dream within dream
For no seems to notice
A bead of red rolls down my arm,
an eloquent prayer, a scream.
Alive in a way the arm is not
coming awake in a dream.
A drop of swirling living cells,
abandoning a foundered host,
drawing a line on the curve of meat,
segregating machine from ghost.
Cousins drop from a fluttering lid,
another line following a tear,
rolling along a wrinkly nose,
washing away horror, sorrow and fear.
life turned liquid
flesh to dust
aspirations unmet
iron will to rust
either
[ caught between galaxy and quark
a trivial flame in the dark
nothing cares that a mind was here
the flicker of a trivial spark ]
or
[ as my eyes dim, and drop finds drop
your voice, Erin, fills my mind
your hand reaching out to help me forth
horror sorror fear left behind ]
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