Kaleidoscope Memories

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Updated: 29/02/2020

One cannot help but bear-witness to pandemic storm-clouds-of-contagion, earthquake, volcano, fire, flood and landslide

Ubiquitously sweeping, shaking, erupting, raging, surging, far-and-wide

While many of the world’s leaders profess ‘business-as-usual’ with heads buried-deep in dunes-of-denial

And so, in the face of multiple-global-crises, one is forced to shop elsewhere for spiritual gnoses and emotional renewal

Further afield than the aisles of neon-lit supermarket-dreams and dot-com same-day-deliveries

Further afield than high-brow department-store life-style fantasies

Laid out like scenes from the silver-screen in elaborate window-displays and glossy magazines

Further than the online prime-time trailer, box-set, binge-watch seduction

Plethora’s-of-perfectly-packaged-illusions to provide temporary-alleviation

From the overwhelming threat of global-annihilation

From sexist-racist, elitist-ageist denigration

Or from rust-riddled-regrets on constant-rotation

Mourning the ghosts of narrowly-missed, sugar-coated ships-of-desire that sailed long-ago

Or impossible-to-forget childhood-traumas, bereavements, divorces, augmenting serial-self-love-deficit-disorders

Inescapable neuroses, seared into one’s psyche, branded like slaves-to-key-frame-memories

Leaving a trail-of-distorted, aborted-destinies behind in their wake

Yet another empty-void, full-of-emotional gaping-holes to fill as the planet is systematically plundered and destroyed

By the addictive machine-of-consumerism, where ecological-sustainability and wellbeing is wilfully-sacrificed

With nothing left, except the bitter-aftertaste of a forfeit-future…

This is how we welcome 130-million new-born ‘kidults’ into the world every-year, weaned upon html and social-media

Whose childhood-innocence and genetic-lineages were surgically-removed at birth

Stolen by neo-narcissists ‘neath smog-filled skies, where bright-futures turned grey

Dumbed-down by smart-technology and antidepressants

And yet, in-spite-of-all-this, some intrinsic built-in desire to seek-out and search for truth-and-authenticity, persists

Sends out its call like a beacon, calling upon every human-soul to awaken, to activate one’s innate inner-knowing, like a homing-device

Beckons to journey far-beyond the comfort and safety of objects, or co-dependent relationships

To look past the emotional barbed-wire snags-and-grazes of parental/ professional/ romantic/ societal lies and betrayal

Or the nettle’s-sting of missed-opportunity

In lieu of moving-forwards, towards new desires-satisfied, and revised goals-fulfilled, collectively

For nothing stays-the-same and ‘change’ is always the one, true, ever-quickening-constant

Henceforth, it is in the ‘unspoken-moments’ where humanity happens

Where one quietly pieces-together water-colour-poems, sifted and fathomed from kaleidoscope-memories

Dreaming in silent smoky-swirls and mirror-gleam sunbeams

Peeling off rose-candy-coloured gels from the lids of one’s eyes

Like fleshy onion-skin layers of reflective-introspection

As one wakes from the lucid-dream-state with the revelatory-understanding

That in a vibrational-universe-of-Energy, every thought and feeling is eternal and therefore accountable

As non-physical energy can never die, nor expire, it can only change form

Transformed by an awareness of one’s perennial-vibrational-offering

Atonement through candour and a willingness to upgrade one’s most-frequent-point-of-focus

As an integral requisite of self-care, a daily-practice

By virtue of LOVE, whether for self, others, or Source

Is still the purest-form-of-energy in the Multiverse.

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*According to the United Nations, more than 130 million babies are born worldwide a year with 360,000 each day and 250 babies born every minute.

Number of Births

Links: 2018 Guardian Article – how many people can the Earth sustain?
https://www.theguardian.com/global-development/2018/apr/23/population-how-many-people-can-the-earth-sustain-lucy-lamble

* Neo-narcissist: The neo-definition of narcissism, according to: Dr. Joana Casaca Lemos is the inability to apply in practice the grander purpose of giving Love beyond the Return On Investment for the Self.

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  • Interestingly, the date this piece started to flow through  — February 2, 2020, or 02/02/2020 — is what’s known as a palindrome day, meaning it reads the same forwards as it does backward.
  • The eight-digit date is especially rare because it works in the UK where dates are written as day-month-year, and in America, where dates are written as month-day-year. And also for nations like China, where the year comes first, 2020/02/02 also works.
  • The second of February also happens to be the 33rd day of the year with 333 days remaining. This is the only time the special sequence will occur this century, reports the Washington Post.
  • The last time such a palindrome occurred was 909 years ago on 11/11/1111. It won’t happen again for another 101 years, when the calendar turns to 12/12/2121. The next global palindrome will be 12/02/2021, which will be that last for another 1,009 years.
  • Source:https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/feb/03/world-celebrates-palindrome-day-on-02022020

C. M. Miller © iPoem Ltd 2020

State of Mind

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I know, that a joyous-attitude is simply just another ‘state-of-mind’

A state-of-being that I can choose, at any given point-in-time

Sublimely independent from anything observably external

Because ultimately, we are all creators-of-our-own-realities

Each-of-us, from a Source-of-Energy, that is always pure and eternal

All one has to do, is allow the reality most desired, unto oneself reveal

For thoughts and feelings have vibrational-outcomes whereby it definitely helps to stay joyful

Lest one creates realities that are ‘undesired’, going around and around in circles

But even that doesn’t have to stop a lad or lass from staying true to ones ideals

And so, I give thanks that the Earth still turns and the Sun still shines

The Birds still sing and I feel fine, with all of life’s appeal