Questions for My Soul
Consumed by toxic hate: How do I relate?
Is any-and every-thing acceptable.
In the context of the body as receptacle
for experience?
is amorality a normality in conext so large
that time is an anomaly,
A hiccup in the unending yawn of eternity?
Do I require justice or vengeance
For men's inhumanity, for men being pricks?
In the world of rhetoric,
It's hard to make the charge stick.
If, by definition, what can be inhuman
of an eponymous specie
obsessed with consuming
himself and the planet?
Am I complicit in the illicit corruption of this world?
Is incarnation a disruption in the cosmic flow
where peace and acceptance are the norm
and form, merely forever unfurled
in this moment?
to peruse and bemuse, adore and explore,
The recovery and discovery of one's soul
Reflection and accepting, dissecting and perfecting,
Integrating the relating of the Whole
Full Moon Verse 3/25
Do words capture the essence of thinking
or set them free to give flight?
Does the world reappear in between blinking?
Does the sun disappear at night?
do we cage eternity by boxing it in letter,
this sense always waiting to be felt?
Being Presence undermines concept of better.
Acceptance of learning we've been dealt.
Everchanging process, paradoxically constant.
Love enfolds, omnipresent when remembered.
Just as quickly fear darkens in a shadow of an
instant.
until Now where we find ourselves centered.
—DR. FARB
Late Night Reprise
Is Love doing or being?
A taking or receiving?
Hearing or seeing?
Making or believing?
Love appears a primary source,
the field on which we play.
Supernal force behind intercourse
beyond what words can say.
Action contraposed with immanence,
grounded in the transcendental.
Present and clear in coincidence,
ethereal yet fundamental.
We perceive each other in its glow.
We are each other on the Whole.
What grace has thus on us bestowed
by conveyance through God's placed soul.
Late Night Reprise
Is Love doing or being?
A taking or receiving?
Hearing or seeing?
Making or believing?
Love appears a primary source,
the field on which we play.
Supernal force behind intercourse
beyond what words can say.
Action contraposed with immanence,
grounded in the transcendental.
Present and clear in coincidence,
ethereal yet fundamental.
We perceive each other in its glow.
We are each other on the Whole.
What grace has thus on us bestowed
by conveyance through God's placed soul.
RECALL MAY BE ALL WE'VE GOT!
Embedded in my sublime reminiscence,
thankful for the blissful afterglow
in loving warm clime of existence
and knowing how we grow.
you are Everywoman, omnipotent feminine
fecund with seeds of insight and leaves of
understanding.
Serious inspiration with tasty perspiration.
you recommend me to the light without demanding.
How do I love thee? How can I not?!
the touch of your skin puts a wonderful spin
on blessed memories that remain unforgot.
by Joel Hemmelstein (alias Dr. Farb, alias Farberella)
Poem
You keep me honest
and lie to yourself
it's part of the stealth
to discover the wealth
or not.
as we uncover the plot
of the dramedy of our lives.
Slope operas, ebb and flow
If truth be told, we really don't know
How everything fits in the cosmic plan.
God's de Light; sorrow goes with man.
Samsara, nirvana enclosed in the All
Just listen inside and realize how small
and how large, in fact, is the Immanent Domain
of Eternity turning again and again
and again.
Let's get Sirius in the dog days of summer!
I cherish the cherub that in you, I see.
Memories of merger, soulful unity.
unconditional moments, spirit thus blessed.
In no-spectacle zone where egos undressed.
We nestled naked next to each other
where truth meets beauty, wisdom to discover
the depths and breadth of cosmic connection.
sharing gift of breath and sense of perfection.
lovers free to go are released to return.
I pray important lessons are ours to learn.
Will we share once more touch like silk?
You bring the cookies! I'll bring the milk!
Don't hate me for loving you or becoming attached!
Be thankful for thrill of finding how matched
past poignant projections, beings love as friends.
Some day, may we play in ONe Heart space again.
INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW
Is there life after birth
or are we in a state of suspected animation?
does mere being imply worth
or incarnation just temporal soul hiberation?
Is love, like light, both particle and wave?
individual events or immanent field?
from womb to tomb, cradle to grave,
We fight our plight and eventually yield
to the force on this course that all must pass,
which paradox unlocks in bodies built to fail.
Being breathed to relieve the painful morass
in which we tarry and carry on as memories' tale.
All poems above
—by Dr. Farb (aka Joel Hemmelstein)
