"holism" poems
The truest of Answers come not from the Left-Brain nor the Right-Brain;
The truest of Answers come from the unification of these Hemispheres:
Universe of Meaning and Reason,
Union of Creativity and Intellect,
Unison of Mythic and Logic
Alas, the Unity of Duality.
To isolate one is to disrespect the other,
thus, because the system is Holistic,
to isolate one is to deny thyself either.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
The river flows or does it?
the creek, the stream, and all the tributaries
contribute to the river like words dancing on water
each unique.
beautiful.
destined for greatness.
the relationship of these segments create the river basin
without each individual piece, there is not continuity.
a summation of these small parts creates a holism in the way water flows
all trying to reach the ocean
all flowing in the direction and path that this earth has intended
all guided by forces greater than their own
striving to become part of the something greater than they can know
wait
wait
wait
what was i talking about?
...
it can be the beauty of companionship
it can be expressed in a liquid format
it can be cheers to the future
cheers to success
cheers to a great day
cheers to a **** day
cheers to any moment of any time of any day or night
it can be like a tidal wave
crashing down.
you turn (it) back
neat and vicious
cheap and efficient
a vice
a means to one end
swells of liquids
lather. rinse. repeat.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
Realize
you are Divine.
Recognize
everything else is, as well.
Respect
the Holism of Reality.
Revel
in the sanctity of all things.
These are the ways
by which we may return
to Eden, Elysium, Nirvana;
we've so long forgotten-
we've so long neglected-
we've so long abandoned-
we so long to renew.
It is up to
every single last one of you-
that is, of us,
to make present a mutual mental state
that would act as harbinger-
as savior of our potential-
of our future
and the futures of all things
which find themselves within our domain
as sentient beings
alive, awake, and aware in this Universe
(a ******* divine gift if I've ever known one, I might add)
as **** Sapiens Sapiens.
Indeed,
the task at hand is tremendous
to say the least.
However:
our capacity, I would argue,
makes it pale in comparison
to say the least.
And that's saying something.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
I am an utter shining star
Since the unknown gross start
But I wasted my full brightness
To pour lightnings over every corner
Instead to radiate on a single inch
Do I regret?
Not yet!
For I follow the natural path of the holism
But my sight may rarely reach
The inner core of a veil
From each way someone looks
At me they won’t be able to measure
The entire strength of my light
It will be spread
In several tiny sparks
Even when I am the big apple that hits
I will be just the slice that fits
Do I pay?
Indeed I say!
By the noisy specialties of the hand
I can see the gaps in my eyes
Feeling the cracks of my soul
The bass & treble of my voice
Through the voices of others
Is dismantled
Even if the absence I fill
Of our absolute love in me
In each second
I will never be
The real me
And every act
Will be a deaf echo
Of the universe of me
You will think I am always less
You will never see me fully
You will never understand me truly.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC