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Twitching Chakras

There is something sacred
about sphincter natural functions,
slow milking
and fast plunging
bilateral structures of Pleasure,
Nutrition,
Energy,

And warm wet
spiritually dynamic
chakras
of bicameral heart
and mind
and root

Twitching,
opening to unwillingly close again
in anxiety, negatively,
and in anticipation of more,
positively wider,
deeper,
frictionless,
without dissonance,

Letting go, yet demanding urgent return,
and grasping rhythmically on
toward all that embodies baseline energy
of win/win cooperative ecopolitical chakras

Leading up and down
toward tensed
and thrusting spines

Spiraling toward climaxing spiritual mind
and lusty strings of regenerate embodiment
for future NatureSpirits

With senses
longing to smell fertile YangFathers
to taste nutritional Yang roots
and seeds
with moist mouths
and wombs
and with our YinStretched Chakras
of immensely impressive
multicultural climate repressions,
multigenerational cultural depressions.

Pleading for ThrustOpen
and SlowClose Sesame
further warming developments,

Future imagined health services
of twitching
winking
blinking
sucking nurturing
milking bicameral minds
and hearts
and other regeneratively positive parts

To share
and care
and bare
vulnerable
transparent
co-passionate non-violent verbal
and non-verbal comm-unification,

Empowering win/win investments
Enlightening lovely
romantic
politically cooperative entrapment
enwrapment

CoArising Left
as also CoGravitating Right
co-operatively twitching
sacred energy chakras.

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Morning Coffee

This pleasant morning I began
my retiring day as usual
with more reflective readings,
today from “Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia”
Rob Brezsny.

“In January 2003,
a Muslim gas station attendant saved a New York synagogue from arson
with his phone call to 911.
Pakistan immigrant Syed Ali watched as a man bought gasoline,
marched across the street,
and began dousing the front of the temple.
Police responded to Ali’s call in time to stop the crime.
Ali declined the mantle of hero saying
‘It was a sacred place he was going to destroy.’”
Geraldine Weis-Corbley, goodnewsnetwork.org

Geraldine is right
this is not news.
This is who we already are.

Nearly anyone in Ali’s shoes would have done the same.
Probably even Donald Trump would have called 911,
although would this be because it is a sacred place?

“As either violence [mutually-immune antipathy] or pleasure [blissful co-empathic trust] goes up, the other goes down.”
James W. Prescott

Violent absence of care comes from within
in response to hated feelings
of ego-diminishing displeasure without.

Pleasure comes in from co-empathic trust without
in response to multiculturing truths healthily syncing with beauty
empathically entrusting confluence within
from generation through generation
toward Time’s further evolution.

We all want to desensitize violent fears and aggressive angers from within.
We all want to resensitize to mutually-held and offered pleasures without,
even the awkward pleasures of calling 911
to watch the police lock up a real live Hater
and throw away the villain’s key.

We all want peace offerings of polycultural
multiculturally synergetic and magnificently transcendent beauty,
goodness
Earth-rooted moral-natural equivalence,
respect,
dignity,
mutually reassured trust,
massaged and absorbed and ringing-singing
through as many of our sensory receptors as possible,
extending our relatively monocultural-egocentric boundaries of co-empathic trust
for and with and of mutually nutritional caregiving,
as did Ali
in the story of the Hater v God’s Sacred People,
each yet another bicameral balancing sensory-empathic network story,
TaoMind as Humane Bodhisattva,
struggling with violence within
resisting co-empathic trust of Earth’s PolyCulturalingARingDinging
SacredGrace Offerings without.

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On My Beach

I’ve missed watching most clouds floating past
during this life,
probably better as a spectator sport
than an insider’s game.

I’ve missed most summer-fertile ferries
available in my life.
Usually watching from the shore,
passed by to wonder how it would feel
to see and smell and taste more
of exotic destinies and times,
tropical paradise
thick jungles and majestic ranges
feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors
on this spinning miracle of life.

Perhaps in my next life
I will become a fairy
bringing those who say Yes!
to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding delight.

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Tao’s Raining Mountain

A mountain of information is our species

some currently incarnating

some reincarnating

some diskarmating

decaying

over-diastolic

dia-sated with trim-tabbing

exterior and above

fat-filled dissonance;

interior within elder wisdom,

peace about justice and love’s sustained future.

 

This mountain is coincidental

culturally reweaving information string

of each Self

a humaned “Me!”

 

More mountain reflective,

more eisegetical,

less Orthodox,

yet not insanely heretic,

we communicate our formation,

our in-formed tribal

culture’s naturally sensionic cooperative identity.

What we say is what we are

until  renewing strains

push out resonant full-stringed songs.

 

We are Earth’s Information Tribe

part of Native Nature Nation.

Human natural shamans

enculturing our information string

retelling our inclusive story,

magnetic waves of lavish bi-linear

erupting springish youth

to saturate each sensory surface

with compost

growing enculturative strings

of dancing poetry

recycling down and egging in

toward Mountain’s yinnish river core

raining up reversed temporal flow.

 

Form fractally flows up

emerging out from Time Mountain’s (0) Core

positively confluent streams of

egg-meet-sperm frequencies

form meets functioned dia-bi-metered

norming radiant empowered

North re-binomial ellipse

dawn’s graceful lava

implicately placed for spacetime’s positive pleasuring

nutritious composting wealth

of sequined information,

North radiantly autonomic frequency default.

 

We weave our mountain

within a volcanic range

stringing back to stardust

and forth toward well-flowed

Earth genetic story.

 

Home on the range

where binomials roam

North toward Yang summer’s fullness

and South toward Yin winter’s hybergetic wake advent-ure

to spring again as lavish spacetime’s Tao rain.

 

Mountain’s skies are just-cloudy at night.

 

 

 

 

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