Medicate it
Then educate it ~
Dedicate it to the one you love
The one I love
is the energy called
FEELING
To feel is to live
I can open up the windows
and let my fresh breeze blow
Natural is my cup of tea
I’ll feel my feelings
from my head to my knees
from my knees to my toes
I will help you ungrow
that fungus among us
unfold
and
be chose
Nnnnnnnnnnnn…
I love it
but it’s too far gone
it’s so
totally
“what is she on?”
The delirious absurdity of our matrimonial excursion
in a living room, bartered at a military post
There’s room in this inn
Young love safely tucking in
in front of a stranger’s tv set
Felt
Happy
Blessed
Her presence always somehow
in my heart
When she’s not there
she is
Her peace and love
not a saving grace
nor a desperate call
No disappointment
Just a holding place,
a Chosen grace
The remnants of her last embrace
These things
physically rationed
out to my garden heart
The magnetic force of love
I have
her
condensed and over-flowing
love peace sending
care without a word for days
Her affection joins
and blesses
She blesses
She
The
consciousness
you have is what
you take with you when
you go — Better do more
than say magic words and
perform praise-worthy actions.
Is your heart (spirit) overriding your Ego (flesh)?
Do you want to reach heaven (Kingdom of God Living)
here hard enough to do the spiritual practice that brings growth?
Do you care for yourself richly while denying needy desires?
Do you realize that this may be your last
day here to show love to others?
Do you love a peaceful moment?
Will you share
the animation of your
passion for Life?
Do you
Love?
In other dimensions, the sun and the flower are equals, both needing each other.
Birth and death are the breath.
For every outward breath, there is release; for every inward breath, new life.
Plant me, bloom me, let me be planted; let me be uprooted.
Exhale and let me open to the extra-vagancy of your wandering, your spiraling golden perfection, your flowering heart.
Let me bloom where you plant me with your breath, my life, my love!
I love the breath, the breath of the self-similatory, fractally unfractured, Divine Common Factor
(These are a set of spiral poems for spiritual affect, beginning with “The Fragility of Vitamin D-ear-ness-t”.)
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When sun hides
Is the love still there?
is the love still There?
when sun arrives
but extravagant dreams derive
derision as decision
Is love still there
is a ban, done,
meant to be forever?
Only stretch in the plants root feet
to know the feeling of non-deceit
the natural means of lengthening one’s own stem growth
lies in birthing one’s seed
out of the ashes of last winter’s
unfailing weed
The seed of equanimity
lies just beneath breath’s wind
Flowers stretch into invisible blooms
Feel before seeing
the extra-terrestrial-ness of its being
spiraling up the life path
roots entangling with the trees
attracting the microcosmic bees
as chewing the locusts’ vile ways
eschewing
with internal fountain
imbuing
Leaving to the sun all things earth and sky
a plant reaching womanly status
with no stigma
no sty
Something happened to the soil
the rain stopped
changing the summer fanfare;
cry again,
sky
a flower shower fry
The sun turned my petals into peaks
The ground fell upon its knees
We withered
wilted
awaiting
awash with pleas
Flowers on the verge of bloom
dryness doesn’t open
to the heart of the room
the quality of the sun rays seemed to change
midst the shining tomb
no resurrection, a choosing of gloom
sustenance soon lost
orphaned; marooned
subject to whims, desires, retaliation
irritations, perceptions, deliberations
Missing under something in the soil lacking standing
falling on deaf ground
never landing
Rays that were once a hugging embrace
now bounded up
into a formal grace
to the sensitive, weary, worn
lies an infertile, unsettling morn
(This poem is the beginning off a set of poems that convey a spiritual progress (spiral) effect, ending with “The Divine Common Factor”)
Love
ingrained beneath my leather skin
inside my soft heart-pillow,
and I’m two and forty-nine and seventy-three
in this one formidable body.
No yearning for constant reminders
of who I might be;
I’m over the moon for lack of extremes.
Dear friend,
We’ll last forever.
Sophia's Voice 