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When I Was Eight

I owned a warm breezed first Spring day
in radiantly refulgent sun
between billowed cumulative clouds
white as sailing sheets
on our vibrating
shaking and tugging cotton clothesline
swaying multi-colored tops
and sun bleached blue jean bottoms.

Like God,
I looked curiously
benignly
warmly down

As industrious ants
with apparently urgent missions
I would never learn how to assign
chewed and sniffed their singular ways
through a forest of shading grass
over dappled shadow soil

Vibrant blades of pointed grass
as tall as trees to ambitious worker ants
sometimes militaristic
but now peacefully recovering
discovering thawed warm roots
of cooperative deep dark Earth.

I could not own a wealthier Spring day
except just now,
at sixes with seven,
often remembering this polished day
and night dreamed moment
beside breeze blown white sailing ships
of sun-scent cotton state
breathing in under first fresh cut lawn
to notice how wee ants live
side-by-side
refurbishing
rubbing up against and with
warm lamped memories

Recreating paths
by imaginatively embodying them
yet again

This first-owned warm Spring breeze
of wistful
divine memory.

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Recycling Values

Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.

The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories

Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising felt re-experience ecosystems,

And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles

Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth’s shift
balancing bilateral TimeFlow
for virtuous communication

Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe’s perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark…

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Too Long Past Due

What’s the point of suicide
when I feel already dead inside?

Too long past due
pulling breath’s last plug
last gasp
last primal scream
for and against capital colonizing campaigns
but acted out in dizzying silent mime,
rumored to be a scary thing
this last big surrendering event
before unconsciousness
of changing time
marching inevitably forward
and backward,
out
and back in
until no more back
or in.

But what frightens this fading identity most,
No one will know a difference,
notice I’m different,
least of all
decaying from within
me.

Already unconscious
subconscious,
merely skirting conscious life
precedes flirting with absence of awareness,
burning bridges
pulling life plugs
turning out my lights
already too dark to hear
fear memories
too alarming to feel
images
too disarming to care for power
for light

Too defining
future past experience
enlightening
too long
refining
past due
healing
organic capital investments
ourselves
too long overdue.

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Beasts of Burden

Feelings,
like hidden facts,
are latent
rather than complementary
when suppressed and repressed by society,
that ecopolitical beast of enculturation’s burden.

Glass ceilings,
like lowest denominator floors,
are hidden
rather than mutually transcendent
when oppression
is justified by sacrosanct tradition.

Trails,
like byzantine networks,
evaporate
rather than lead to resolutions
when pressed upon
those at home on other paths.

Wisdom,
like humor,
remains opaque
when impressed with its own hubris.
hoary beast of history’s exegetical burden.

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Integrity of Empathy

Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?

Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature’s intelligent form
from integrity’s internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?

How could universal Yang’s empathy
not include unitarian Yin’s integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA’s and older RNA’s decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?

Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?

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We Have Questions

I hear we have questions, like
Does reality exist?

And yet no one seems to question
that unreality is, rather vaguely,
what does not exist
nor could it
as absence of reality is not conceivable
by any of our sensory receptors
for seeing and smelling and tasting and hearing and feeling,
which grew our spectral points evolving reality’s harmonic memories
and thereby knowing this reality of now,
as compared and contrasted to previously incarnated moments of now,
but all this within double-binding temporal limits
of currently existing realities
coincident to sentient beings within range
of confluently reiterative communication, co-arising nondually.

We evolve this reality polyculturally
and multigenerationally.

I hear and see and taste we have reality
because unreality does not yet exist.

Reality seems to flow most transparently
midway between extreme thresholds
of suffering and bliss,
bilateral (and dipolar) harbingers of unthinkable and inexpressible absence
of Ego’s active questioning and answering
real-sensory receptors fully functioning as reality producers.

 

I hear we have follow up questions:
Does TaoBalanced PYang = N(NP)YinYin reality exist?

And yet no one seems to question
that unreality is, rather vaguely,
what does not exist
nor could it
as absence of reality is not conceivable
by any of our sensory receptors
for seeing and smelling and tasting and hearing and feeling,
which grew our spectral points evolving reality’s Yang/Yin harmonic memories
and thereby knowing this reality of now,
as compared and contrasted to previously incarnated moments of now,
but all this within double-binding temporal limits
of currently existing realities
coincident to sentient beings within range
of confluently reiterative communication,
co-arising nonduality ourselves.

We evolve this mutually-exegetical reality polyculturally,
multiculturally
and multigenerationally
following natural laws of (0)-interest body-nutrition v environmental-Otherpathology.

I hear and see and taste we have reality
because our unreality does not yet exist.

Reality seems to flow most transparently
midway between extreme thresholds
of suffering-yin-Right and blissful-yang-Left,
bilateral (and dipolar) harbingers of unthinkable and inexpressible absence
of Ego’s active questioning and answering
real-sensory receptors producing nondual co-arising reality,
0-sum balanced,
Left cooperative neural-network emerging from historicultural co-empathic feelings
trustful wu-wei Right.

And yet this NotNot PolyNomial RealTime absence of reality
is also our beloved common language and values, dreamscapes,
imagination gameframes
and WinWin recreation v pathological LoseLose self-reality stories.

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Opposites CoAttract

How might our feeling-language
play its stretching role
toward imagining ourselves and others
differently than we believe we,
and they,
truly are?

Can you find a difference between problems, as issues,
and opportunities, as possible resolutions,
in how they feel dark v. light,
but this difference is not that of opposites within themselves,
so much as dialectical cause-effect appositional feeling.

Issues like gun control and climate change
feel too dark and heavy and unpleasant
even to those who also
love guns
and fresh air
and clean water
and nutritious soil
and other healthy things–
well, not so sure about loving guns,
but certainly loving sufficient power to control my future with you.

Anyway,
opportunities to control guns
and re-air issues from a freshly potentiating perspective,
and to water clean health,
rather than develop dark issues and constituencies
living as monoculturally over-consuming weedpatches,
feel lighter,
more enlightened,
perhaps even a bit more,
I don’t know,
maybe bicamerally rebalancing
our WinWin Co-Implementation Game.

How might our interior and exterior therapeutic voices
learn to speak
through cognitive-affective dark-languaged dissonance,
for EcoPresent Consciousness of “light feels good”?

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