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Abstractus (Poem For Feb 22-PouncePunk22)
What do we take from our daily experience?
The constant barrage of information, be it correct or not,
Loudly demands we pay attention.
Rather than fostering any noetic pause for processing,
This noise by design fuels ongoing addiction
To strong emotion, usually of a negative character.
We need regulation to combat this, both societal and individual.
Let us learn to become responsible, not merely responsive.
We are both curators and creators of our inner world.
This cannot be separated from the outer.
How then shall we choose to live?
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Body (Poem For Feb 20-PouncePunk22)
I once disdained my corporeal being,
Viewing it as just an unfortunate shell.
The important me, the real me, was solely my mind.
As I’ve gotten older and perhaps a bit wiser,
I’ve come to appreciate this tangible form.
No mere vehicle to house my essential nature,
But a vital and requisite necessity for identity and action.
The body gives rise to the mind; the mind informs the body.
I no longer despise what it offers, including sensations of pain.
Instead I embrace all I experience, for this constitutes who I am.
And with gratitude, I offer thanks.
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Written On My Hand (Poem For Feb 19-Pouncepunk22)
Written on my hand
Find the stories of my life.
Passages from infant to child to adult to elder.
With multicolored inks, myriad scripts, and various languages.
Changes detailed in wondrous words
Unseen unless you care to look.
I carry these always.
Occasionally they find their way into plain view.
Bleeding onto poems and tales.
Even flavoring cups of tea.
(Kindness tastes of honey.)
