I am compelled to write it
when it flows like white water rapids.
Perhaps some initiate when they see it.
Some are energized when they smell it.
Others are inspired best when they hear its sound.
Some experience explosions when they taste it.
No doubt, at various times and seasons, the
entire sensory system will come into play.
But for me? I function best when I feel it.
It embraces my entire being, not letting me go.
Words appear, and if I do not savor and capture
them, they vanish like vapors in the wind.
I never sought after poetry. Poetry found me.
I never pursued poetry academically, but Poetry
arrested, studied, and found me useful as a conduit when it first
captured me at the bedside of a dying one.
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Imagine
your segregated ego identity
becomes your primal sensory system
perennially aiming toward
0-Zone peak experiential integrity
Intimately aware
all humane physical
and verbal touchers
and metaphysical
nonverbal feelers
Win/Win voiced teachers
and polytheistic out-reachers
ecologically surrounded
by sacred, living
lovely Earth's health potential
for nurturing 1-Zone
environment-nurturing choices
Integral
polyculturally resilient
to more resonantly feel
multicultural health
and safer ego/ecosystemic wealth
1-EarthTribe/0-Ego co-binary
poly/mono-polistic
bicameral balance
toward Win/Win's strategic
global/local wise integrity
Polytheistically sacred living
potential for resonant co-empathic health
and resiliently co-investing
in restoring peace felt
and justice touched
EarthTribe environmental 1-healthy
and neuro-systemic win/win 0-safety
co-empathic intention
Intimate intelligence
not resonantly shared
becomes at risk
of defensive fetid dogma,
colonizing anger and fear potential
Or fades away
giving sway
to further win/lose trauma
Where win/win creolization
had actively hoped
to co-intelligently play.
Our mirror shattered for whatever reasons.
This day we're harsh, outraged, and chaotic.
The sky is veiled with a set of vivid regions.
The wave alters sparkly scattering as idiotic.
Perceiving the vibration of every living being.
A peaceful mind that neither know nor care.
There is no action required to fulfill anything.
On God's glory wing, I was in generous galore.
Tolerating and allowing the rhythm with delight
Hypnotized by heavenly fascination happiness.
Reemerging long-torpid sensory system fright.
We're all coiling in sync as we live in sameness.
Increased ecstasy and everlasting happiness.
To the divine beating throb, they won calmness.
Written: May 26, 2022
The sensory system has been well entertained by the tunes of this world
And challenged by the good news of The Eternal God, but we waver, wonder, and wander until we tumble upon the crossroads of life-our wits end where our
Entire being becomes worn thin. From time to time we have felt the loving
Touch of the Master's arms and warm embrace. But we refused to linger there for long which results in being victimized and sometimes traumatized by the
Ravages of human pain, eating at the very core of all we consider gain.
If we are observing, we will notice that the sweet mama of God remains.
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Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath
Eyes awake
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet
The sensory system develops
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites
As valves open and close filtering
Shimmering cultural ennui
World weariness revolts
Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions
Spiritual prowess
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath
Eyes awake
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet
The sensory system develops
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites
As valves open and close filtering
Shimmering cultural ennui
World weariness revolts
Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions
Spiritual prowess
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath
Eyes awake
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet
The sensory system develops
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites
As valves open and close filtering
Shimmering cultural ennui
World weariness revolts
Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions
Spiritual prowess
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
Original perception
That wave of thought
Just breaking into breath
Eyes awake
The formative tissue merges
Seeking destiny with each pounding rivet
The sensory system develops
Highly charged with Nabisco appetites
As valves open and close filtering
Shimmering cultural ennui
World weariness revolts
Motors charged innervated
With bold forward missions
Spiritual prowess
Masked in the empire of symbolic
Dominance
To give up the cultural mandate
Reheat the branding mechanism
Of limited identities clinking in chain mail
And release the contracted talons as they are
Ready to unfold, break loose
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