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Transitional Illuminations

“As I leave
this compound body
of flesh and blood
I will know it to be
a transitory illusion.”

Could transitory
embodied illusions
become mindbody gateways
toward transitional systemic illumination?

Could hybrid mind/bodies,
sacred/secularized thoughts,
spiritual/naturalized neurological feelings
of attachment
to perfect self/other
ego/eco-perpetuating
inside/outside climates of peace
restoring Earth Justice CoAttachment
also become timeless sensory experience
of Integrity’s Universal Promise?

Could climax of death’s Yang loss
also predict Yin’s deeply seeded memory
of passionate fulfillment
as inevitably healthy DNA’s redevelopment
peacefully, and yet relentlessly, seeding
rooting
breeding
wanting
needing
ungrasping
kneading
egging
bleeding
longing
belonging
edging both in and out
through all past pain and passion people
of Earth’s passionate Yang
(compassionate Yin)

Win/Win Promise of enlightened/empowering Earth
Future health-wealthiest Creations
of body-flesh and mind-nurturing blood,
together known to be
Here in space,
Now in conscious bilateral time,
transitional bicameral systems
of Yang loves
what Yin needs
Yang compassion
empowering illuminations.

As I live
this systemic body
of flesh and blood
I know and feel me to be,
and yet become,
a Transitional Illumination.

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I’m Fine

His life felt sick.
Filled with ick

And she was sighing,
inside dying.

Yet, when asked,
her response
entirely unresponsive,
“I’m fine.”
puts her compassionate listener
in a double-bind.

Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying
or irresponsibly
out of her self-isolating mind?

Neither one
feels more kind
and patient,
still, uncommunicating
and yet curious.

Could it be
she is embarrassed
about being merely mortal?

A caregiver
without sufficient tools
or even weapons
to assure EarthTribe’s
resonantly healthy non-confrontations
with degenerative trends
sometimes overwhelming
normal regenerative
narrative twists and bends,

A mother
who must only be
an omnipotent caregiver,
without sustained support
as one of us
co-arising care receivers?

What good is universal health care giving
without reciprocal
compassionate care receiving?

And, how could we,
why would we,
when should all Earth’s caregivers
deny our patriarchal climates
of pathology?

When our allies are sick
and filled with unanticipated ick.

 

 

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Peaceful Losers

Patching up enslaving hatred is sure to leave some hated aftermath.
How can this be regarded as tolerable,
these interior human natured self-hatred transgenerational aftershocks?
Therefore Wisdom holds the Yang as Loser paradoxical space,
And does not dispossess guilt toward any Winners.
Virtue, like indentured servitude, is for coredemptive patching up;
Violence of enslaving hatred is for assigning Loser guilt.
But, the way of wisdom is partial toward inclusive Winners;
Siding only with coredemptive dispossessive losers
of enslavement, possession, cancerous wealth of entitled self-hatred
and fear of death as loss.

Knock Knock.

Who’s there?

Slave.

Oh, well, first, ummm…Slave whom?
And, second, are you sure you intend to knock
on my front door?

First, Slave Hater.
Second, does that sufficiently answer your question?

No, not really, Slave Hater could be most anyone I’ve ever met;
this really doesn’t help me figure out who you are
knocking on my door
in this eternal moment.

So why don’t you open your door
to answer your own fearful questions
about my Hater identity?

Because anyone I would welcome into my life
would never knock first.

What does that say about your identity?
Who are you,
a 24-7 pit stop
only open for those who have a key to you?

That doesn’t sound quite right,
but perhaps not wrong either.

Well then it sounds like we are a good fit.
I’m Slave Hater,
both not quite right or wrong
for your passive-aggressive locked door
Win-Lose logistical strategy.

Wait a minute,
I didn’t say I’m passive aggressive,
and everybody I know locks their door
to win some safety from losers.

But you do say you are passive-aggressive
in your habitual practice of reminding those around you
of what you did not say or do.
You have less empathy for enslaved losers
than fear of becoming one yourself.
Don’t worry so much about it,
all us losers already know you’re a loser too
and we will feel comforted by learning
that you finally recognize you are one of us self-haters.
It’s OK,
really.
You hope that hanging onto that one last key
in your pocket
means you’re not a total loser.
It does.
OK?
No one intends to dispute that,
at least no one you are ever likely to meet
to know and learn to love,
as long as you totally invest in that last sole-Winner key.

Patching up a great hatred
is sure to leave some hatred outside
and behind,
downstream for future struggling memories
dreams
and generations.

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