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  Apr 2 D
AE
walking those shorelines
and rocky borders
between the heart & mind

on a mend
in an effort to learn
the signature of each lung

with the hope
that this breathlessness
parallels the transience of life

don't forget to look up from the sand,
from the little voice
between the two sounds of a working heart

the ocean raises a salute
for those moments
that never leave us
  Apr 2 D
Maddy
Afternoon delight developed into all night long
Time for air and water
Be gracious, grateful,incredibly warm and loving
Above all enjoy each other
In the middle of the night or all night long
  Apr 1 D
Universe Poems
Ruach
Hebrew
Breath and spirit healing you
Psyche
Greek breath,
spirit and soul
Therapeia
Healing or medical treatment,
mental and emotional issues too
Psychotherapy healing your mind
Greek you will find
Before the Science mind
Hebrew kind,
is the start of therapy,
for the mind
Ancient Ruach,
words long before,
the Greek language proverb door,
without a Scientific floor
Theoretical Frameworks
of the Subjective Mind,
you will replace the historical bind,
that had no Science find
Ruach Refuah
Subjective Mind
Scientific therapy
Mind Serenity

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
#trauma #assessment #and #treatment #frameworks #philosophy #neuroscience

Dr Diviney is in the process of ongoing pioneering research in relation to the Subjective Mind and Processing Brain.

Dr Diviney has already formulated and designed the first scientific image in the world.

Dr Diviney has also published a number of scientific articles on this subject and research.
D Apr 1
Gentle is the kiss -
That graces a pale man’s moribund face.
White lilies bow blooming heads -
As last rites are sung like a hymn.

Why is it always so quiet when the rage boils to a tepid pitch?
Where was this love, honesty, when the pigment was flushed and toned?
Life in vigor, abundance, and without abandon--
While all have abandoned.

Gentle are the tears falling like the morning dew
As the mourning is due, and even the vowels of an eulogy tremble.

Where were the tears when he needed an ear?
Why does the pain of loss only now show the pain that was caused?
By caustic negligence or precedence,
How the nights reared demons like an atrophic birth
And left a silence behind oceanic eyes.

Gentle is the quiet,
Finally, silence,
As the early day’s rays
Shine a spotlight on the encompassing earth
Cover me, and let it be
For as in life so shall it be in death.
…Alone…
D Apr 1
Silent temperance
Impedes the movement of change
When communication is mute
And hearts go on wondering
What is the price of comfort -
If love is the sacrifice?
D Apr 1
Following the tracks,
I pick up the scent of everything that attracts hate.
The smell is pungent and bitter, like a rotten apple.
But I’m going hunting; I’m the hunter.

It’s a watershed moment when the villains rouse their cheers.
A paradigm is built from the ruins of fallen heroes.

They sing their songs,
Praising the things they’ve razed with their iron shackles,
Honed with a need to peck the bone.
They scavenge off the sick and mad.

But I’m the hunter, and I’m going hunting.
I follow in shadows,
Watching with purpose.
Should the city cry out,
I’ll bring the game.

Feed a future—
Full of the fruit of the garden.
Wearing snake skin,
I’m alive in the light of enlightenment.
And I’m a hunter, and I’m going hunting.
D Feb 1
Night Red and blue neon
All that I know
I bled for this.

Drug dealer avenues
****** blvd
Watching the night life illuminate
Like bioluminescence.

Predators to prey
A missing person a day
****** in every crack in the sidewalk

Day after day
Night after night
Watching the worst use the streets for play

******* snow angels
**** addled tremors
Narcan for the homeless

This is not cinema
This is middle America
When the stars all shine
The creatures make their move

— The End —