I am Kali from the West
I come into this world
from Spirit like any male deity
but am often perceived by the fearful
to be less holy.
In mortal form, men believe I am flattered by propositions
and pleased when they tell me who and what to love.
They think I am fulfilled when they force obedience,
saying what they want is what I must want —
like all they hold in thrall.
Few in this drama guess the rage in my heart
and my secret plotting to render the bullies harmless,
fighting each other to mutual defeat, shorn of luck.
I drink their blood afterwards, wear their teeth in my necklaces.
Here is my story in a myth:
In a time out of mind a Spirit visited earth
to destroy what is decayed and corrupt;
She carries a snake for a staff, dancing East to West and back.
Between one noon and the next many mortals fall into Her crypt
and all become slaves who would enslave Her.
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On the Road
rocks turn to dust, seeds are barren,
a tail of greed wags the dog
(the one who kills
the goose with the golden eggs)
half beasts slouch
toward succor and safety,
fall into fires
with withering angels
never say die
whose path is holy
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not wanting to end up on his horns
she refused his friendship
and ended on a sword
some approach suing for redress
and soon find weakness
with their arrows
in a world ruled by struggle
there are choosers and the chosen,
each depending on the other
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young girls, coatless in winter,
pull in eyes;
the big fish don’t always
catch the little
wolves dine on fresh lambs
until the lambs turn into tigers
(the tigers into saviors)
one with great love and knowledge
walked on water
beckoning followers to follow
but they still believed in death
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erotic tingles
I squeeze your hands
and run my fingertips
across the tips of yours
then between your fingers, up and down,
then all my tips against your palms.
You shiver; life is good.
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Ideal world
Many have longed to be free,
self-governing, safe, in a space
where every being has a place
and is understood —
a heaven here and now.
Plato had in mind a realm
ruled by wise philosophers;
he said poets could not be allowed,
were hard to lead and told stories
of gods and goddesses, how they lived
before, some say, man fell to earth.
Others, mostly from the East,
teach how to get one’s self back
and the freedom that comes with that.
For as long as it takes
a seeker must look within for truth
and experience the karmic rule
that over time inflow equals outflow
like the breath — for everyone
and everything — there is only now.
3 haiku
red and yellow leaves
crackle under marching feet
whispers of winter
an old man has died;
raindrops fall on melting snow
robins peck at it
I am getting old;
it is springtime on the beach
and I wear a coat
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Attention
I’ve looked at moonless waters, treading them
burned and frightened,
and I’ve looked from high places
in the light where love rules.
I listen to the still voice within
which knows without thinking,
correct myself as needed,
pay attention.
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I want to be where He is
whose heroic song gives greatness form,
a maker of gods who knows what I seek.
Why would I choose another guide
when that’s who’s leading?
I have eternity in which to grow
and believe, and thank those gods,
that a man named Homer visited earth..
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Universal Duality
The condition of Duality endures inside and out –
I know yet continue to move one way and another.
Why not – what have I to lose?
Comfort is soon boring
but somewhere there must be
an ‘off the grid’ –
a place beyond repetition
for retiring Faustian souls?
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Sharing some recent thoughts
Beethoven: Symphony No. 6 in F, “Pastorale”, Op. 68. Deutsche Kammerphilharmonie Bremen, Jarvi, DKB
Germans were able to produce great quality and were hated by those who couldn’t and who wanted to destroy them. Devils find destroying what is godlike both satisfying and doable, that’s how they make hell and others like themselves.
In “1984” George Orwell foresees a world in which human creation is replaced and what is human is destroyed – see beginning of this video.
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Sharing some thoughts:
Man doesn’t live to exist, but to rise with knowledge, which is certainty.
One sign of integrity is an unwillingness to dismiss what’s not understood.
A fascination with the dark side of humanity is why gentiles are attracted to and overcome by deception?
Christ’s lambs are hosting a world of wolves? Raised to give what’s needed – shirts off their backs and more – they’re told they’re privileged and unjust, refuse to believe their accusers want all they can extort.
The Communist Manifesto professes allegiance to the working class yet clearly promises destruction of individual man and his initiative.
© poems by Joneve McCormick 