AT THE TABLE of the ANTHROPOCENE - Invitation to the “ONE”

MokshaGEO
Posted August 12, 2020 from Canada

 

Dear “One” : World Pulse 

Here is my poem written March - Aug 2020.  As a valued invited guest .. Your feedback and  publishing is appreciated .. more to come with annotations if requested. 

Please do send me your two line review

- Enter here the Light

Georgina

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Invitation to 

“The One” YOU 

(Digitally addressed to those invited ) 

 

 

 

When You Live 

When You Love

< In the Time of Corona > 

 

 

 

RSVP

At the Table of the

Anthropocene 2020

[email protected])

 

 

 

You Homo Sapiens are invited 

To attend 

In situ, Luminous

 

 

TIme:

100 Seconds to the 12 th Hour 

 

 

Attire: 

Buttoned Cuff links + a hoodie or white only garb

 

 

 

Global Virtual Venue: 

“At The Table of the 

Anthropocene“

 

Take An Epic Ancestral post Covid Journey into the present future -

- a Spiritual Tasting + Global Nurturing Experience 

-A  Poetic Disarmament Treatise  

     channelled by 

- Georgina Galanis

 

———————————

 

 

 

 

I

 

When?

When you live 

When you savour love, in situ, 

name this epoch 

Anthropocene, 

time of no time ticking, 100 seconds to the 12 th hour,  

from the pleroma, the gnostic human condition rises.  Dress for this occasion, buttoned cufflinks and a hoodie, all white garb will make the cut. Whispered memories of other people that live in you, seep through, the DNA sweat of addictus, slavery and unheard cries drip down suffering brows.  It travels our universal face like a sapphire glacial melt, into the Flying River watering the phylogenetic tree, where Zaluzianskya Capensis blooms - 

the Nocturnal Sphinx moth laps its nectar sweet, foraging by the light of the moon - 

You, You are the fresh unbottled reservoir. Let all the waters of the world stream forth aeons, yet never parch plastic before my thirst.  The crystalline drops of you are never quenched. Our emergent earth, baptised by your overflowing infusion, douses the great fire to overt or bring on the 6th extinction.  The choice is yours for the taking. Parmenides rings a bell from historical chambers. 

Did you hear ... A pandemic cleansing erupts one traumatised world, displaced at home together.  We, Homo Obsoletus scurry to protected nests. Land grabbers and planetary refugees,  follow in this our failed hypocrisy - a 2020 military complex, experiment gone bad. Toast high, in collective sobriety. An adaptogenic mocktail, neat-  ‘pomegranate rain infused elixir twinged with spruce sap’. A bitter swig this is. The First Supper of Oneness. Be Seated. AHO! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II

 

When?

When you “The One” are invited to take your seat RSVP @Open Table of the Athropocene, your solemn promise to attend  creates rippling galactic excitation. Following aperitifs and ontological chatter, Cosmic soup is served with succulents and charred cassava root in Ocote pine needle bowls. Kitchen waftings fill the air. Guests emerge from black holes, omnivores, peasants, monadsindigenous kings and vegan queens with fuscia crowns and  homeless hearts, sovereigns sit side by side, sacred activists  ‘we the people’  

take agency - a seat at The First Supper together - this one global Babette’s Feast 2020. 

Elbows off the table Hungry Ghosts + witeko minds. “Without the many there cannot be the one - without the one there cannot be the many”. To begin, remove the gag rules and NDA’s that protect the perpetrator,  and survivors dine in ease.  With this reboot philosophy -the world begins again.  Long handled spoons feed nations willingly across the planet, beyond borders, across the bridge, between different ways of knowing, across the street, reach, across the table of the world - the movement of the poor, brothers + scientific sisters recall the famine of the faithless - Ariadne’s silver thread crisscrosses our lost way in conversation.  Words meandering in secret like a spyrograph life line to truth or dare.  Seek your allies courageously, adopt a nation under the bedrock, under the fear, beyond the Chrysler Tower. Savor each red pill as morsel and crack each quail’s golden yolk on eager tongues. 

 !Exhalt! Shock and Awe ! 

Exalt as Sophia! Say Grace- I am the original Agape - the glory of creation and sustenance. Beyond our glutinous will, the  underdog will not be starved for my glance. Now you must command the extinction of poverty. And so be it ... 

An abundant portion  of this ... Toasted Fonio + Kemet grain, pinenut + pumpkin on ancient Wad Hammamut stone plates. 

This time round - in the Seat of Emotional Disarmament - the role call includes You - “the one” amongst ascended masters - Announcing St Germaine, Gandhi, Chomsky, Diana, Deepak,Deeyah, Gill and Jane, Martin Luther, Siddhartha, Tagor, Prajapati. Bucky too will be present at the table. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

III

 

When ?

When you are my never ending skinlight, translucent,  no longer casting shadows nor food for the solopsistic moon, light shining beyond ignorance and shame diminished. Finally Brene - The Truth is no longer hidden.   I see you bathed in the pure essence of the 7 Virtues - Middle East peace sweetie basil and lime.  The planets align. Align into the 7 Ray sunrise. Open the astronoetic mind into the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Within a charged matrix, tables outstretch from the Eye of the Bull, Big Bear beckons, Plieadies, Atlantis ..Lemuria. Pluto on the edge, the world is ours to fear or begin again. Thought shall go faster than the speed of light on the tail of Neowise - yet stand command, at the center of stillness. The guest list summons Macy, Malala, Magdalena, Mandala,Mate, 

#Metoo, myself + Marianne. Andrew, Anna and Jiddu, Helena, Henry, 

Pema, Sylvia, Tesla, Tara, Tammy, Wordsworth, Einstein+ Eisenstein. Their prophetic murmurings echo Hildegard’s verse into the 21 st century. 

A mother nuzzles her child. Babies. born. Welcome. Milos, Ari and Abeer. Elders. Pass. Goodbye.  David and Roy. Life cycles fade into the nite when I turn my head. I inhale at 8:47 to change history for you George, to soothe faceless  #BLM grievers, their loss a lump in our dry throats.  Cough. Gasp. Stand by me. The trauma falls away ... What if. Your guardian angels from dimensions beyond, flee to Ardern’s New Zealand haven, far away. We invite you into this healing portal, our ancient prophetess - We, overdrawn debtors call collect on the path to spiritual and race liberation. Forgive our senseless selfish gene Mother Teresa as we forgive those that lead us into temptation. Awaken from this destructive slumber. You toss - You turn. Awaken. Evolutionary leaders bow their heads in this their moment of choice. To catch the crumbs of meaning and mold, a khadi homespun freedom cloth on their lap. -and with this .... Take a nosh - Shrooms, acorn and chestnut pâté crepes with tarragon sprig and fermented cranberry. 

We the meek shall truly inherit the soul of the earth. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV

 

When?

When you are my sweetly emoted music morsel - I want to be a part of it in ‘ole New York. All the mornings of the world, silver strings + spheres line up acappella - I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.  I sing out 528 mhz wholetones that connect mind and body with the oneness.  The kintsugi gold emerges to heal a cracked planet under biosiege, an ancient vessel leaking the blood of women and children as weapons of war.  Our techtonic gut plates shift and reasonings orchestrate in harmony, in unison for once.  Limitless vibrato,  drowns out the death fugue -  to unshackle minds of war torn history. These vagabond blues transcend burnt Flanders fields into Vivaldi’s four -  to everything there is a season. Turn, Turn. In rebirth, a zeitgeist white poppy seedling rises - the red Petticoat Maple bows at the flame decimated branch, the glimpse of green flourishing forest appears.  Tis a gift to be simple - tis a gift to be free - 

Take a sip of dandelion blossom mead w honey + mastic spoon- then  bite into Hen of the woods, extra old crumbled Bitto on Shiso leaf. Eat with your own hand. Be fed by another. Profoundly the 3 rd Kingdom horned wild, sit bewildered at our absence - wide and doe eyed at doorsteps regally awaiting, awaiting our human scent to return. Practicing reticence with mask we emerge finally from our feathered nests and foxholes. Kneeling first to the great Sequoia. Amidst all this, elephants exit in a massive die-off and Sargassam algae infestations strangle our shorelines ... Politely now, one bite only - please pass the Lathyrus Odoratus, dolloped with Animal Farm, a slice of toasted Shepherd Loaf. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

V

 

When?

When you are my true breath, lucidly we dream with ascended masters in aligned cosmic vision.  In the day protected by any invader’s harm,  enraptured in warm embrace, the dream of an eternal 7 second kiss lingers on.  When ? Between life, stir discourse.. When ancient Anemos blows his sigh, he lifts the wings of my Pegasus away, away from the burning sun flame and into the divine consciousness. Awaken beyond longing and despair, we ascend in fearless flight-the aromatic burning bush sages the rage of nations to unite in their Global Goal pursuit, mythic forces commune for Culture of Peace purpose. Die to that new paradigm.  Not all who wander are lost - to that take the road less travelled Breathe, Breathe in, to the broken heart of the world. Exhale out towards the dawning of the light. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VI

 

When ?

When you are my passion, Aurora Borealis flames from the mouth of babes - stands enguard with Xiye + Greta in an unmatched duel, climate swarm vs AAF.  A quantum qualia awakened tornado, of colors, colors prompted by the earth’s exhale in the eco liminal. Magestic Gaia on display as Fibonacci masterpieces hang sky. Away from our celestial star, clear Venetian waters and the Red Sea parts for our auspicious union. Ripples jet forth from cobalt ice caps, 

Kangerlussiauq to Kangaroo island where the suffocated, bleached corals enliven. Our planet gasps, intubated by frackers. It recoils amongst the climbing death toll, up and down the winding trachea of green leaves in a decimated forest. On its belly now, will  it be saved at the oil drenched feet of capitalism.  Our empathic Governor Cuomo urges us to lotus bloom where we are planted @home in murky waters ... in Central Park the poppies grow between the crosses row on row. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VII

 

When?  

When you are my hourglass, laying on zero point side, one kernel of sand kept suspended at 100 seconds to the 12 th hour - waiting, waiting to drop in to this doomsday polar shift.  From despair and alienation, this human condition is reset. Think hope, says the dolphin’s cry.  In the attic, Anne’s musty diary whose holocaustic ink has dried a thousand tears, ten thousand wars gone by. You’d think we would learn something new in man’s search for meaning. The buried stay ever dead in urban parks where children play. Resurrect the Joy, they say, as generational trauma + the black swan lurk beneath the tender roots of the sapling and in every single cell amoeba. 

Eternity in an hour is ours now, at z-axis. Lena-I say make this “one shot” immortal. The ship is sailing to Ithaca, at the end of the world departure.  Time is n’er important but wind and timing - Timing, is everything you Hooligan. Heave ho!  Arrive and take a bow.  Don’t be late for the bittersweet horn blow - the 7:00 pm frontline, applause and cheer from all boroughs. Those mystical, masked md’s, nurses destabilizing pathogens, their alcohol stained fingertips and tear bearing eyes stare back from the brink. That essential gaze that saves lives is watching over you. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VIII

 

When ? 

Now you are dis-ease. The healing functions of my supreme immunity propel your memetic desire into dust. You satiated Hungry Ghost - I have the key to your heart - unleashed your spiked illusion and triumph as the tenacious Kaliyuga superpower.  Love rules over nuclear evil autophagy, to dispel all that could ever down a nurse or harm a child. Wisdom reigns by deep study of the shamans cry, and ceasefire is dire. This the supreme law of “the 12”

commands that misanthropic ways are miracle mended, from racial slurs to sisterhoods, sanctions lift to supplies, releasing shackles to any inequality,  outranking any digital EMF goo from 5G to 5 Dimensions. Ascension favours this singularity game of thrones, where crowns fence a moral revolution. Where empathy  rules,   

dopamine and coherence surges,   the ethnoheart grows stronger. It beats loudly - I feel you .. you with me, we human .. Global citizens . Here in Sunyata, we pulse, man against machine - we pulse together against the yet unknown AI predator. What’s next. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IX

 

When ? When you 

listen you are my two etheric ears.. Shush, to hear two lips impart the voiceless whisper. Intended peace, to echo through the cosmic and mortal mind, to awaken all stardust into a brilliant silence - Let the ceasefire begin. This power exceeds any chastisement, erases cyclical warring of the past patriarchy. Embraces the new Gaia synthesis, invisible made visible, hierarchies aid in this deliverance. Stand aside. Two ears slam two knees of surrender to triumph. Across the table Avalokiteshvara clanks long forked handles to feed one another - leave no one behind. Conscientious observers and atomic veterans harness evil to good feeding our unreturned  heroes. Choose your looters n’ leaders not as puppets on political strings.

In the beginning was the word..you are here now- expressed in onomatopoeia awe, Through the Bio,Psycho, Social, Eco way - all that is gold does not glitter - the crownless again shall be king.

Vote without fail to reign, dammed democracy to douse Alexandrian bonfires - earmarked Green Deal books into Paris Agreements and we the UN reform, future digital volumes. Each morn eyes will hail. Hail the rising of the sun in ecstatic verse of Eden...... and how, how to return this heaven to earth, my amaneuensis. How to revere our World Servers. Join them. Be one. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

X

 

When ? 

When you are my  tranquil memory - what can be recalled is sifting wheat from chaff through this mind- our daily bread at risk -  

Stand boots to the ground. 10,000 steps have passed in your chosen absence.  I, long tresses blowing, walked barefoot in the snow with the Holy Myrrh Bearer, Jesus, Buddha, Allah through Mt Athos mountains + ravaged labyrinths.   A sacrificial legacy remains for all those souls who died alone, and yet I, witch hunted and gender silenced, tread this holy earthland with my psyche + spirit intact, the creator of the cosmic sea at my side. Your footprint data invisibly sidesteps in a parallel world. Menigio. Memetic desire. Metamorphosis. You Homo Sapiens are a living dream within reach. Step out from the illusion. The caterpillars death is the neon butterfly’s  evolutionary flight of Maitreya. Emerge and liftoff. Orbs behold the chrysalis - unfold the invention of wings. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XI

 

When? 

When you live in organic love, live through the time of Corona, the time of cholera is dead and gone. Not to be repeated. 

Buried is the pangolin of patriarchal power - it’s antiquated ways exhausted the gnawing of the bones - yet the longing for hope in your children’s eyes- Eyes beckon us to give a place at the table to Gen Z 

Rise, Rise into the Alpha Gen.  

In our true DNA essence + art = home 

heart -power -clarity 

This resilient resolve connects us....

in every brave blink - I applaud you 

when you are compassion ...Give pause and space to mine the peace, to protect the innocent,  precious commons and freedoms. The world within -The world without envelopes you, dark and divine discernment.  Time forgives you human.  Trust resets life for the living - That’s how, you see. That’s all we’ve got. Homo Sapiens. 

When you live unbounded 

When you love unlimited 

When you are my uncensored memory -two listening ears 

You are not dis-eased 

Behold, you are the unshattered hourglass 

You are my bated breath, of life, my passion, my symphony. When we rise up together.  

When?  ... Now ...take my hand in this time, this time of time bomb ticking. Press the button to nuclear disarm - to explode the tyranny of Corona Chrysalis. The transcendent synergy of psyche, science, spirit ..the systemic scars torn free.

This never ending skinlight sheds the viral violence of Samsara, where beauty is reborn in the belly of the beast. Spill Open Now..and forever hold your peace -Hiroshima wounds mend,  recovery across cultures, across handshakes, When we revere one another in this great awakening. When you morph in truth, morph, in situ luminous. Homo Deus. 

 

 

A superb spoonful for you-Kismet creme fraiche, kumquat and braised fig.

Distant laughter and dessert is served at the Table of the Anthropocene. Recycle.  Renew. Reform. Rejoice.  

 

 

-The beginning -

 

 

 

 

Subject:  ✍ ✍ GG Poesie -  10 Aug -

“At the Table of the Anthropocene”

——-Invitation to the “One”———  copyright 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RSVP

At the Table of the

Anthropocene 2020

[email protected])

 

 

 

You Homo Sapiens are invited 

To attend 

In situ, Luminous

 

 

TIme:

100 Seconds to the 12 th Hour 

 

 

Attire: 

Buttoned Cuff links + a hoodie or white only garb

 

 

 

Global Virtual Venue: 

“At The Table of the 

Anthropocene“

 

Take An Epic Ancestral post Covid Journey into the present future -

- a Global Nurturing + Spiritual Tasting Experience 

-A  Poetic Disarmament Treatise  

     channelled by 

- Georgina Galanis

 

———————————

 

 

 

 

I

 

When?

When you live 

When you savour love, in situ, 

name this epoch 

Anthropocene, 

time of no time ticking, 100 seconds to the 12 th hour,  

from the pleroma, the gnostic human condition rises.  Dress for this occasion, buttoned cufflinks and a hoodie, all white garb will make the cut. Whispered memories of other people that live in you, seep through, the DNA sweat of addictus, slavery and unheard cries drip down suffering brows.  It travels our universal face like a sapphire glacial melt, into the Flying River watering the phylogenetic tree, where Zaluzianskya Capensis blooms - 

the Nocturnal Sphinx moth laps its nectar sweet, foraging by the light of the moon - 

You, You are the fresh unbottled reservoir. Let all the waters of the world stream forth aeons, yet never parch plastic before my thirst.  The crystalline drops of you are never quenched. Our emergent earth, baptised by your overflowing infusion, douses the great fire to overt or bring on the 6th extinction.  The choice is yours for the taking. Parmenides rings a bell from historical chambers. 

Did you hear ... A pandemic cleansing erupts one traumatised world, displaced at home together.  We, Homo Obsoletus scurry to protected nests. Land grabbers and planetary refugees,  follow in this our failed hypocrisy - a 2020 military complex, experiment gone bad. Toast high, in collective sobriety. An adaptogenic mocktail, neat-  ‘pomegranate rain infused elixir twinged with spruce sap’. A bitter swig this is. The First Supper of Oneness. Be Seated. AHO! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

II

 

When?

When you “The One” are invited to take your seat RSVP @Open Table of the Athropocene, your solemn promise to attend  creates rippling galactic excitation. Following aperitifs and ontological chatter, Cosmic soup is served with succulents and charred cassava root in Ocote pine needle bowls. Kitchen waftings fill the air. Guests emerge from black holes, omnivores, peasants, indigenous kings and vegan queens with fuscia crowns and  homeless hearts, sovereigns sit side by side, sacred activists  ‘we the people’  

take agency - a seat at The First Supper together - this one global Babette’s Feast 2020. 

Elbows off the table Hungry Ghosts + witeko minds. “Without the many there cannot be the one - without the one there cannot be the many”. To begin, remove the gag rules and NDA’s that protect the perpetrator,  and survivors dine in ease.  With this reboot philosophy -the world begins again.  Long handled spoons feed nations willingly across the planet, beyond borders, across the bridge, between different ways of knowing, across the street, reach, across the table of the world - the movement of the poor, brothers + scientific sisters recall the famine of the faithless - Ariadne’s silver thread crisscrosses our lost way in conversation.  Words meandering in secret like a spyrograph life line to truth or dare.  Seek your allies courageously, adopt a nation under the bedrock, under the fear, beyond the Chrysler Tower. Savor each red pill as morsel and crack each quail’s golden yolk on eager tongues. 

 !Exhalt! Shock and Awe ! 

Exalt as Sophia! Say Grace- I am the original Agape - the glory of creation and sustenance. Beyond our glutinous will, the  underdog will not be starved for my glance. Now you must command the extinction of poverty. And so be it ... 

An abundant portion  of this ... Toasted Fonio + Kemet grain, pinenut + pumpkin on ancient Wad Hammamut stone plates. 

This time round - in the Seat of Emotional Disarmament - the role call includes You - “the one” amongst ascended masters - Announcing St Germaine, Gandhi, Chomsky, Diana, Deepak,Deeyah, Gill and Jane, Martin Luther, Siddhartha, Tagor, Prajapati. Bucky too will be present at the table. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

III

 

When ?

When you are my never ending skinlight, translucent,  no longer casting shadows nor food for the solopsistic moon, light shining beyond ignorance and shame diminished. Finally Brene - The Truth is no longer hidden.   I see you bathed in the pure essence of the 7 Virtues - Middle East peace sweetie basil and lime.  The planets align. Align into the 7 Ray sunrise. Open the astronoetic mind into the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius. Within a charged matrix, tables outstretch from the Eye of the Bull, Big Bear beckons, Plieadies, Atlantis ..Lemuria. Pluto on the edge, the world is ours to fear or begin again. Thought shall go faster than the speed of light on the tail of Neowise - yet stand command, at the center of stillness. The guest list summons Macy, Malala, Magdalena, Mandala,Mate, 

#Metoo, myself + Marianne. Andrew, Anna and Jiddu, Helena, Henry, 

Pema, Sylvia, Tesla, Tara, Tammy, Wordsworth, Einstein+ Eisenstein. Their prophetic murmurings echo Hildegard’s verse into the 21 st century. 

A mother nuzzles her child. Babies. born. Welcome. Milos, Ari and Abeer. Elders. Pass. Goodbye.  David and Roy. Life cycles fade into the nite when I turn my head. I inhale at 8:47 to change history for you George, to soothe faceless  #BLM grievers, their loss a lump in our dry throats.  Cough. Gasp. Stand by me. The trauma falls away ... What if. Your guardian angels from dimensions beyond, flee to Ardern’s New Zealand haven, far away. We invite you into this healing portal, our ancient prophetess - We, overdrawn debtors call collect on the path to spiritual and race liberation. Forgive our senseless selfish gene Mother Teresa as we forgive those that lead us into temptation. Awaken from this destructive slumber. You toss - You turn. Awaken. Evolutionary leaders bow their heads in this their moment of choice. To catch the crumbs of meaning and mold, a khadi homespun freedom cloth on their lap. -and with this .... Take a nosh - Shrooms, acorn and chestnut pâté crepes with tarragon sprig and fermented cranberry. 

We the meek shall truly inherit the soul of the earth. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IV

 

When?

When you are my sweetly emoted music morsel - I want to be a part of it in ‘ole New York. All the mornings of the world, silver strings + spheres line up acappella - I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.  I sing out 528 mhz wholetones that connect mind and body with the oneness.  The kintsugi gold emerges to heal a cracked planet under biosiege, an ancient vessel leaking the blood of women and children as weapons of war.  Our techtonic gut plates shift and reasonings orchestrate in harmony, in unison for once.  Limitless vibrato,  drowns out the death fugue -  to unshackle minds of war torn history. These vagabond blues transcend burnt Flanders fields into Vivaldi’s four -  to everything there is a season. Turn, Turn. In rebirth, a zeitgeist white poppy seedling rises - the red Petticoat Maple bows at the flame decimated branch, the glimpse of green flourishing forest appears.  Tis a gift to be simple - tis a gift to be free - 

Take a sip of dandelion blossom mead w honey + mastic spoon- then  bite into Hen of the woods, extra old crumbled Bitto on Shiso leaf. Eat with your own hand. Be fed by another. Profoundly the 3 rd Kingdom horned wild, sit bewildered at our absence - wide and doe eyed at doorsteps regally awaiting, awaiting our human scent to return. Practicing reticence with mask we emerge finally from our feathered nests and foxholes. Kneeling first to the great Sequoia. Amidst all this, elephants exit in a massive die-off and Sargassam algae infestations strangle our shorelines ... Politely now, one bite only - please pass the Lathyrus Odoratus, dolloped with Animal Farm, a slice of toasted Shepherd Loaf. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

V

 

When?

When you are my true breath, lucidly we dream with ascended masters in aligned cosmic vision.  In the day protected by any invader’s harm,  enraptured in warm embrace, the dream of an eternal 7 second kiss lingers on.  When ? Between life, stir discourse.. When ancient Anemos blows his sigh, he lifts the wings of my Pegasus away, away from the burning sun flame and into the divine consciousness. Awaken beyond longing and despair, we ascend in fearless flight-the aromatic burning bush sages the rage of nations to unite in their Global Goal pursuit, mythic forces commune for Culture of Peace purpose. Die to that new paradigm.  Not all who wander are lost - to that take the road less travelled Breathe, Breathe in, to the broken heart of the world. Exhale out towards the dawning of the light. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VI

 

When ?

When you are my passion, Aurora Borealis flames from the mouth of babes - stands enguard with Xiye + Greta in an unmatched duel, climate swarm vs AAF.  A quantum qualia awakened tornado, of colors, colors prompted by the earth’s exhale in the eco liminal. Magestic Gaia on display as Fibonacci masterpieces hang sky. Away from our celestial star, clear Venetian waters and the Red Sea parts for our auspicious union. Ripples jet forth from cobalt ice caps, 

Kangerlussiauq to Kangaroo island where the suffocated, bleached corals enliven. Our planet gasps, intubated by frackers. It recoils amongst the climbing death toll, up and down the winding trachea of green leaves in a decimated forest. On its belly now, will  it be saved at the oil drenched feet of capitalism.  Our empathic Governor Cuomo urges us to lotus bloom where we are planted @home in murky waters ... in Central Park the poppies grow between the crosses row on row. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VII

 

When?  

When you are my hourglass, laying on zero point side, one kernel of sand kept suspended at 100 seconds to the 12 th hour - waiting, waiting to drop in to this doomsday polar shift.  From despair and alienation, this human condition is reset. Think hope, says the dolphin’s cry.  In the attic, Anne’s musty diary whose holocaustic ink has dried a thousand tears, ten thousand wars gone by. You’d think we would learn something new in man’s search for meaning. The buried stay ever dead in urban parks where children play. Resurrect the Joy, they say, as generational trauma + the black swan lurk beneath the tender roots of the sapling and in every single cell amoeba. 

Eternity in an hour is ours now, at z-axis. Lena-I say make this “one shot” immortal. The ship is sailing to Ithaca, at the end of the world departure.  Time is n’er important but wind and timing - Timing, is everything you Hooligan. Heave ho!  Arrive and take a bow.  Don’t be late for the bittersweet horn blow - the 7:00 pm frontline, applause and cheer from all boroughs. Those mystical, masked md’s, nurses destabilizing pathogens, their alcohol stained fingertips and tear bearing eyes stare back from the brink. That essential gaze that saves lives is watching over you. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

VIII

 

When ? 

Now you are dis-ease. The healing functions of my supreme immunity propel your memetic desire into dust. You satiated Hungry Ghost - I have the key to your heart - unleashed your spiked illusion and triumph as the tenacious Kaliyuga superpower.  Love rules over nuclear evil autophagy, to dispel all that could ever down a nurse or harm a child. Wisdom reigns by deep study of the shamans cry, and ceasefire is dire. This the supreme law of “the 12”

commands that misanthropic ways are miracle mended, from racial slurs to sisterhoods, sanctions lift to supplies, releasing shackles to any inequality,  outranking any digital EMF goo from 5G to 5 Dimensions. Ascension favours this singularity game of thrones, where crowns fence a moral revolution. Where empathy  rules,   

dopamine and coherence surges,   the ethnoheart grows stronger. It beats loudly - I feel you .. you with me, we human .. Global citizens . Here in Sunyata, we pulse, man against machine - we pulse together against the yet unknown AI predator. What’s next. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IX

 

When ? When you 

listen you are my two etheric ears.. Shush, to hear two lips impart the voiceless whisper. Intended peace, to echo through the cosmic and mortal mind, to awaken all stardust into a brilliant silence - Let the ceasefire begin. This power exceeds any chastisement, erases cyclical warring of the past patriarchy. Embraces the new Gaia synthesis, invisible made visible, hierarchies aid in this deliverance. Stand aside. Two ears slam two knees of surrender to triumph. Across the table Avalokiteshvara clanks long forked handles to feed one another - leave no one behind. Conscientious observers and atomic veterans harness evil to good feeding our unreturned  heroes. Choose your looters n’ leaders not as puppets on political strings.

In the beginning was the word..you are here now- expressed in onomatopoeia awe, Through the Bio,Psycho, Social, Eco way - all that is gold does not glitter - the crownless again shall be king.

Vote without fail to reign, dammed democracy to douse Alexandrian bonfires - earmarked Green Deal books into Paris Agreements and we the UN reform, future digital volumes. Each morn eyes will hail. Hail the rising of the sun in ecstatic verse of Eden...... and how, how to return this heaven to earth, my amaneuensis. How to revere our World Servers. Join them. Be one. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When ? 

When you are my  tranquil memory - what can be recalled is sifting wheat from chaff through this mind- our daily bread at risk -  

Stand boots to the ground. 10,000 steps have passed in your chosen absence.  I, long tresses blowing, walked barefoot in the snow with the Holy Myrrh Bearer, Jesus, Buddha, Allah through Mt Athos mountains + ravaged labyrinths.   A sacrificial legacy remains for all those souls who died alone, and yet I, witch hunted and gender silenced, tread this holy earthland with my psyche + spirit intact, the creator of the cosmic sea at my side. Your footprint data invisibly sidesteps in a parallel world. Menigio. Memetic desire. Metamorphosis. You Homo Sapiens are a living dream within reach. Step out from the illusion. The caterpillars death is the neon butterfly’s  evolutionary flight of Maitreya. Emerge and liftoff. Orbs behold the chrysalis - unfold the invention of wings. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

XI

 

When? 

When you live in organic love, live through the time of Corona, the time of cholera is dead and gone. Not to be repeated. 

Buried is the pangolin of patriarchal power - it’s antiquated ways exhausted the gnawing of the bones - yet the longing for hope in your children’s eyes- Eyes beckon us to give a place at the table to Gen Z 

Rise, Rise into the Alpha Gen.  

In our true DNA essence + art = home 

heart -power -clarity 

This resilient resolve connects us....

in every brave blink - I applaud you 

when you are compassion ...Give pause and space to mine the peace, to protect the innocent,  precious commons and freedoms. The world within -The world without envelopes you, dark and divine discernment.  Time forgives you human.  Trust resets life for the living - That’s how, you see. That’s all we’ve got. Homo Sapiens. 

When you live unbounded 

When you love unlimited 

When you are my uncensored memory -two listening ears 

You are not dis-eased 

Behold, you are the unshattered hourglass 

You are my bated breath, of life, my passion, my symphony. When we rise up together.  

When?  ... Now ...take my hand in this time, this time of time bomb ticking. Press the button to nuclear disarm - to explode the tyranny of Corona Chrysalis. The transcendent synergy of psyche, science, spirit ..the systemic scars torn free.

This never ending skinlight sheds the viral violence of Samsara, where beauty is reborn in the belly of the beast. Spill Open Now..and forever hold your peace -Hiroshima wounds mend,  recovery across cultures, across handshakes, When we revere one another in this great awakening. When you morph in truth, morph, in situ luminous. Homo Deus. 

 

 

A superb spoonful for you-Kismet creme fraiche, kumquat and braised fig.

Distant laughter and dessert is served at the Table of the Anthropocene. Recycle.  Renew. Reform. Rejoice.  

 

 

-The beginning -

 

 

 

 

Subject:  ✍ ✍ GG Poesie -  10 Aug - “At the Table of the Anthropocene”

——-Invitation to the “One”——— 

copyright 2020

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Hello, Mokshageo,

Congratulations on your first post! It seems like you waited for this call for stories for artists and poets to publish your epic poem.

It takes a dedicated and cultured person to put all the historical figures and events in one writing. Not only that, you merge them into what is currently happening today. What a creative mind you got. I love the vivid imageries you paint with words.

Surely, this is the kind of poetry that one needs to analyze over and over to decipher hidden meanings that the readers missed.

What was your inspiration when you plan to write this piece? Try submitting this to creative writing call for publications, too!

Thank you for sharing with us! You definitely use the quarantine period to delve into arts. Please write more!

MokshaGEO
Aug 12
Aug 12

Dear Karen :

I appreciate your kind words and encouraging feedback on my quarantine poem. I really did not plan to write this -As I have been in solitude, I found each day brought me vivid thoughts + curious inquiry about our lives and this was one way I could express them. As a deep and long time meditator, I felt very connected to the earth and our world dilemma - and so I say this was a emotive, channelled message- a way to appeal to humanity through this crisis.
I have begun a list of annotations to allow the reader to understand some of the obscure details without too much excavation.

Thank you for taking your time to respond and for your suggestions .

Sincerely,
Georgina Galanis

Hello, Georgina,

It's lovely that you're able to create art using words, and that you use the quarantine season productively. Art is a good way to express an appeal.

Yes, dear. As the poet, you can have the freedom on how you want to shape your piece.

You're welcome! Please keep on writing. I love to know more about you!

MokshaGEO
Aug 13
Aug 13

Dear Karen :
I see from your bio that you are a writer also with a key interest in women’s mental health and well-being. Please tell me more about your Firefly Project which sounds like a noble social endeavour. Warm wishes, to you .

Hello, Georgina,

I was once a fellow of a Writer Workshop. My entry was creative nonfiction. It was there I learn about different kinds of poetry.

Now that you're interested about the Firefly Zone I will write about it soon. The more I read about our World Pulse sisters stories, the more I'm inspired in planning for the Firefly Zone.

MokshaGEO
Aug 14
Aug 14

How interesting - Do you have a favorite type of poetry ?
I really love your name the Firefly Zone . I had several unique experiences with fireflies, butterflies and dogs communicating deeply with me. . I once found a huge firefly of over 7 “ long mangled on the sidewalk which made me weep it was so beautiful .. In addition on one of my travel adventures, I meditated for 4 hours by a moonlight temple and slate river bank facing a peace filled emerald forest in Bali - To my surprise suddenly the stillness came alive as the darkness lit up with a magical firefly wall. It was unforgettable .! I also served on an educational board non profit for over 10 years introducing Psycho spiritual modalities and healing to NYC communities via workshops + conferences.

Your endeavor to help women with safe space is a noble vision - May it be so !

Warm regards,
GG

I like the free verse kind of poetry or any poetry with vivid imageries. Poetries that awaken my imagination or helping me look at the world in a different way. Those are intellectually stimulating.

Thank you for liking the name the Firefly Zone. Wow, that's a huge one! I haven't encounter a firefly that big. Thank you for sharing that unforgettable experience you had in Bali.

Wow. That's wonderful. Please can you write about your work here so our sisters can learn from you, too.

Thank you for your support, dear. I'm learning from this community. Looking forward to reading your future posts.

Nini Mappo
Aug 14
Aug 14

Hello Georgina,
I will wait for that list of annotations so I can fully grasp its essence. I think I have missed out on too much history in the real world to connect with this beautiful piece.

It is a deep, thorough poem!
I kept reading and re reading it, and imagining how it would be as spoken word. Have you considered performing it?

MokshaGEO
Aug 14
Aug 14

Dear Nini:

Thank you for your inquiry and deeper curiosity .. I will post the Annotations here when available . I hope you are blooming where you are planted .

Warm regards,
Georgina

Vanora.Lee
Aug 14
Aug 14

Keep going... stay well!

MokshaGEO
Aug 14
Aug 14

Thank you ! Be safe and well

Chi8629
Aug 14
Aug 14

Thank you for sharing.

MokshaGEO
Aug 14
Aug 14

Thank you Chi - Do you have favorite passages or can you leave you two line review ? Much appreciated