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Karma Empowering Inspirations

An Eastern term, karma
for Western causes
leading to subsequent events,
one bilateral lined dimension
temporally expressed,
explicated,
delineated,
articulated
co-arising dipolarity
correlational
co-relational,
negative and/or positive

Energy
empowerment/disempowerment
enlightenment/disenlightenment

Pathological benightedness
dualdark bilateral
East v West dissociative energy
potential power
shadowed light

Repeatedly,
redundantly enough
that we create “pathology” language
to describe constant,
or nearly constant,
win/lose anticipations,
positive/negative correlations,
sins against health-spirited nature.

Karma causes
predict our concomitantly associated
and reassociated effects,
positive and/or negatively webbed constellations
of interdependent cycles
recycles
predicted cycles,

No longer merely Western
post-industrial
militaristic win/lose marching
in aggressive
left-hemisphere dominant squares
and one-dimensional temporal lines,

But now also right-hemisphere interdependently
multiculturally
eco-politically
neurologically
mental/embodied
spiritual/natural
metaphysical/physical
yin/yang
temporal flow/spatial strength
eco-right/ego-left
living water/mountained Earth
bicamerally prominent

Especially with sensations associated
re-associated
right-hemisphere pre-associated
left-hemisphere disassociated
below the human natured waist.

At least two dimensioned mental/spiritual circles
cycles
spirals
inspirations
ex-spirations
re-generations
de-generations
redundant iterations
of causal waves,
tidal rewaves

Karma also adds
to Western scientific
industrial secular
patriarchal
competitive capital
educational systems left-hemisphere dominant
verbal Either thinking
Or feeling
dis-associations
un-multicultural disconnections,
merely natural reductive causes
with deep and wide uncooperative spiritual effects,
and loss of full-mind/body consciousness

With disembodied physical reflections
affectations
double-binding pathological effects,
fear of fecklessness,
anger about egocentric dissociative loneliness,
unmindful hate
as loss of mental health-spirited consciousness.

It remains unclear
if karma is traditionally understood
as an experience of left-hemisphere dominant
metaphysical reflective consciousness
for understanding cause-effect
thermostatic
health-balancing prominent
only within severed human nature

Especially below the organic root waist
of fundamental physical inspiration,
leading to metaphysically branched reception
invitation
hospitality
sexuality
leads to natural cause/effect bilateral relationships
leads to spiritually effective bicameral interdependent circles
of win/win co-arising dipolarity,

Not so much
win/lose co-gravitating severance, bipolarity
disconnected from de-un-polarized
lose/lose lack
absence
of empowerment’s binomial potential karma.

And, perhaps health-wealthing karma
could add these natural sexual/spiritual sensory
ecological/theological relationship reflections
pre- and re-communication potentialities
to all Whole OpenSystemic
organic mindbodies
multiculturing cause/effect
natural/spiritual
physical/metaphysical processing

Developing animated/animistic nature/spirit
indigenously regenerative DNA co-intelligent
cooperative win/win design
throughout all interdependent living nature/spirit,
ego/eco-relationships
preflective
reflective
predictive received/unnoticed
DNA-fractal structure
restructuring
unstructuring
distracted
protracted
pre-structured

From Earth’s earliest/latest
life/death
cause/effect experience of active hope
to re-belong
outside naturally
and inside spiritually
both above
and below
one’s more organically incorporated waist.

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Deep Breathing Muse

A poem relies on words
in a communal way
that a song need not
explicit languaged lyrics.

Great communion loves
rely on compassion’s voice
in a polypathic way
beyond life’s primal need
to share polyphonic feelings,
rhythm
patterns
tone
harmonic and dissonant
music,

Often silent
yet synergetic,
fused,
unconfused,
amused,
musing.

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Timely Death of a Muse

My muse died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or amuse
what was never mine to use
as I see fit,
hear fitness,
feel fitfully?

This muse dies tonight
not from old age
as I had long predicted
must be my sad and unread case,
but for a new voice
or vice,
for deeper lyrics
and wider melodies
and globally local choreography
perhaps a ridiculous younger person’s game.

They say
not to write, unless you must;
Not to paint
or sing
or dance
or become a prostitute
unless you would otherwise eco-bust
ego-lust away this lifeline.

If you can live with something,
most anything, else
to occupy your time
and pay the rent,
then do
and be those more civil relationships instead.

It never occurred to me
perhaps because They didn’t say so,
I might do most everything else
so I could retire into writing
and reading
and singing
and dancing

But not prostitution
because no one would pay
for what I can not give away
with integrity intact.

I miss this muse already
but doubt she even remembers me,
a right hand
useful
responding to her labored demands
too ponderously telling,
psychic yelling,
when I longed to show in grace
integrity’s newest face
rhythm pattern pace
divinely humane race
robustly timeless space
without dissonant disgrace

Showing
not telling,
Belonging
not longing,
Dancing
not marching,
Singing
not shouting
to and with and for
tomorrow’s mute muses,
today’s deaf listeners,
amusing to move on
with overflowing emotions
not mere museless motions.

Now I have broken
my only two rules of unself-conscious writing.

1. Never mention the muse aloud
or dead
for She abhors a nonvacuum
of light,
and

2. Never write
about writing,
For the same non-reason
that optimal sexual
sensual
neural experience
cannot happen
if my sole
and sold-out purpose
is this Great Orgasm.
of we-consciousness.

My more retiring amusement died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or ever timelessly muse
what was never mine to use?

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Gaia’s Curious Meadows

Queen Gaia
hopes to more resiliently return
to marijuana grazing meadows,
rather than supporting
worn-out tobacco and oil
industrial fields.

That’s what LaoTsu breathed
industrious mountains in Yang,
valley nurtured rivers flowing out
WinWin baptismal YinYin.

Whatever could that mean?

Rumor is,
about those sonnets?
Written transformed
by SolarYang outside enlightenment,
and nondual endarkenment,
to his liberated left feels West,
And incensed by EarthSoul THC
breathed in conservatively right feels Eastern
innocent dawn
from nearby smoking pot.

Ummm…
I thought there was something queer about him.
Disturbingly paradoxical.
Always on chaotic fences
about what’s natural ecology
and what’s spiritual theology,
mixing them multiculturally
and metaphysically up
and down
and across rivers
of bilaterally flowing time.

All those YangLife PositivEnergy therapeutic restorations
with Yin WinWin
notnot ZeroZone Resonance,
harmonic spiraling octaves
of double-fractal regenerative
DNA with RNA flow,
indeed.

Indeed.
Sounds a bit more like LeftBrain dominant
Tipping Pointed Bucky Fuller
than RightBrain dominant
LaoTzu
and his NorthernLIght sonnets
wu-wei
in-between
poetic licenses.

So you think the whole THC thing
is a cosmic MotherGaia hoax?

But not so much a paranoid conspiracy theory
about what some prayed
was higher divine
RightBrain deep listening inspiration.

I think
and feel
health would be Earth’s highest
and best
ZeroZone Wealth
secular ecological–Left
sacred theological–Right
Restorative Ego/Anthro/Eco Therapeutic
WinWin Resilient PolyCultural Outcomes.

I think writing outside,
compared to inside,
feels narrative
with my skinpores open,
my NorthernLight ears able to hear
most everything worthy of listening to
right WiseElder healthy now.
My nose able to smell EarthSoul wealthy fragrances.
My eyes able to see
what more nutrition importantly
unveils PositivEnergy Democracy
behind
and beyond
this Left to Right handwritten notebook
static
stale Elitist page.

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Hearing Colors

When I see in colors
I say Yes
softly or loudly
and usually in-between
depending on our vibrancy together.

When we see in black and white,
we say maybe yes
and perhaps not
and other shades of ambivalent grey.

I cannot see in black
as I cannot see white at all
except perhaps as shades of transparency.

When I hear in resonant music
I say Yes
to truths of resolution,
trusting resilient motions of emotion
integrity of life
life as integrity
potentiating further regenerations;
new songs for perpetuating tomorrow.

When I hear in words
I’m listening for what’s missing.
Lyrics without a melody
are just more disappointing words.

I see best in full dressed color
and hear our dynamic truths
most resonantly as music
in soft sizzling preludes
on through conflagrations
loud climatic revolutions
followed by silence
black as night
waiting for white
bright dawning colors
dancing new music
vibrant washed.

Learning in full octave ranges
we can see a child
listening for a parent
seeing community developers
and violators
listening to fellow politicians
longing to write and read
hear and speak poetry together
while seeing as musicians
swelling gospel choirs
and drumming
burning orchestrations
of co-redeeming music
in full non-flagging flames of color.

When we hear in colors
we see full octave best
until it’s time for rest
notes that last
until they don’t
turn just right bright
vibrant multicolors.

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