Patterns
reveal natural Space redundancy
Voiced
an internal muse
appositioning
Pattern/Space Choice
As Rhythms
unveil Time's spirited
enculturing
multi-regenerational
interdependent
synergetic
annual EarthTribe
reviving bi-hemispheric repetition
Of Light Spirited Patterns
rooted in Natural In/OutSide Dark
NonDualistic Space.
I live each breath
each day
each month
each season
each year
each stage of lifespan
each life and death cycle
of passionate memory,
between eternal consciousness
and timeless change.
Breathing in non-zero sum
and exhaling zero-sum
and vice versa spatial Time
Who knows significant differences
in such profound zero balancing,
similarities of emptiness
and fullness,
symmetries,
centers,
sources?
Earth's ecofeminist life span
and Ego's left-hemisphere
mutually reflect dynamic changing passions,
timeless theological play,
passion's eternal re-creative work,
eternal wisdom
as of timeless personal knowledge,
polypaths of correlating wonder
wandering in polyphonic
eternal octaved awe.
I need not become capable
of defining regenerative breath
and spirit of dynamic time
to already be bilateral refiner
of Spirit's renatured fractal Source.
When one man is cut
—every man starts to bleed
When one man is healed
—all men become as one
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2014)
Earth's nature provokes sacred as a rooster,
crowing greetings
invoking today's meetings
toward GodSun's rise.
World worn spirits
sacred as a wolf
howling toward full moon light
enough for fierce feast feeding times
rendering EarthMother's nourishing sublimes.
In between rabidly distancing Yang
and radically inviting Yin,
both intrusive greetings
and inclusive meetings,
wildly ecstatic
co-emphatic
sacred life
means not yet death
of nature's howlings.
eyes on the runners
boom……………
sweat to blood
on the sidelines
Patriots Day
Kathryn McL. Collins
April 28, 2013
Tortured mind that begets vague foreboding,
nebulous thoughts that twist into despair,
reason into mania eroding,
as grimaced lips mumble a nameless prayer.
Guilt as guillotine slices all reason
as blame pierces the faith that once was true,
voice of accusation cries out “Treason!”
for telling taboo secrets about you.
Dark winds howl as winter’s night surrenders
to vanquished faith obscured in pallid light.
Decanted soul, despondency renders
to shadows writhing past all hope in sight.
Yet morning sun in mercy and good cheer,
emits dawn’s light to chase away all fear.
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