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ConnectHook Apr 2018
Upon receiving the propitious omen,
let the chamber be arrayed in crimson silk.
The ten thousand things rise and return to their essence.
The tapestries part to reveal Pearl-gate
when Tiger Breath combines with fire in active contemplation.
The Empress approaches Mountain Hermit
and the landscape flows with harmony.
The ten thousand things transmute to pure chi
when Jade Daughter receives rising force in harmonious arousal.
Before moment of Clouds-on-Jade-Mountain Peak,
the Empress' crucible overflows with yin.
Her alabaster chamber yields its treasure willingly
if tiger of Cloud-Mountain Forest does not take it by force,
when Moon-Gate is opened by stealth
in the shadow of Cloud-Mountain Temple.
Burger King french fries
are not as good as Wendy’s—
but when you’re hungry . . .
Dyrr Keusseyan Aug 2016
Change is difficult, but never deadly,
Choosing self, increase potentiality for eternity,
Wastelands, Oceans of undeveloped skill and ability,
Sincerity lost in everyone's life's scenery.

Non conscious breaths, only unconscious actions,
Self harm, unperceptive misconceptions in all our reactions,
Even Enlightened Minds perceive but a fraction,
Of self imbued virtues: too often viewed as an abstraction.

No God present, no Divine Intervention,
All reactive, on Earth, no single act of prevention,
No sacred arm from another place, maybe even dimension.
To stop our follies, machinations of evil, our only comprehension.

Yet...
Self imbued with self, potential forever increasing,
Only we can develop ourselves, I AM a human being,
Blessings for the taking, when blessing self,
May all find themselves, their balance, before their time of death.

Change is difficult, but never deadly,
Choose self and potentiality for eternity.
Brandy C Zoch Jun 2016
Opposites don’t attract, they exist in complimentary union at a distance acting in synchronicity.  Mirror me, am I you? Are we we? are you Yin? When I hurt do you feel pleasure? When we zig, we zag but we’re both in motion, in action.  Am I creating or just waving my waves about in space. Perhaps there is no my, there is no face.  existence is an amorphous blob, individuality a wasted case.
Dec. 12, 2013
Mic Mar 2016
Strength
Is not
Keeping your head
Above the waves
It is sitting calmly
opposite
an advancing typhoon
Perfectly unstirred,
And perfectly unimpressed
By nothingness

Strength
Is not
Overcoming
But remembering
Your immeasurable
Greatness

It is surrendering
Yourself
To the pull
Of the seabed
And laughing
At the notion
Of death
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