TRANSCENDENS NEGATA TRANSCENDENTIA by Vaysha Hirsch-Todorovich

IN MY BLOOMING GARDEN: Spoken Word from Quarantine

FIND THE GIVEN: Spoken Word from Quarantine

IN MY BLOOMING GARDEN: Spoken Word Poem from Quarantine

My words as music raises me in velvet notes

Climbing the stairs of vast space and time

Into the zenith of my meditating mind

I smile when the warm notion of my awakening

Seeps under my eye-lids and slides them open

Flowing in my blooming garden

Sets the air buzzing with youthful presence

When spring-time converses with my gladdened ear

I love myself for the nobility with which I bore

The necessary weight of truthful decisions

Before weight took to flight born aloft on a breeze

The world to me is not a spinning globe upon my mantle

But as forever is long, as the mind is vast

So then is the spinning universe within my revelations

Days are as nights inside years which grow my wise ways

Love renews on my windowsill where I planted it

And nurtured it, shooting green into my living rooms

When my pen touches paper, or inspiration taps the keys

I remember why it was that I ever wrote the words

Listen...what do you hear? What do you revere?

Give eyes the speech to paint, let taste suggest we see

May touch celebrate all traces of love

And let scent arrange the bouquet of our chosen flowers

Speak freely, sing, dance, laugh out loud

In all orders of importance, this is what being pure means:

Leaving the white noise behind, feeling the meaning of the words

Pulsing between the lines of your own essential living

SHOW UP AND BE THERE: Spoken Word Poem

Gather humanity

Wheel-house of harmony

This cross-road of all our lives

Transcend hate to survive

You are me, I am you

Support me, supporting you

Protection for All Black Lives

Demand justice for George Floyd

Stepping up, being heard

Equality is the Word

Shine light on all racial hatred

Humanist laws legislation

Protect all LGBTQ

Human, not inhumane views

Stand up, now, don't back down

More of us, than of them

Thinking with difference

Kindness to reverence

But backs are up, digging in

Breaking with evil sins

Outlaw racist executions

Compassionate revolutions

Confront the oppressors, tonight

Protesting, protecting the night

Preserving the day and the light

Protesting, protect human rights

Shrink the hate, raise up the Love

All Colours, let's rise above

FIND THE GIVEN: Spoken Word Poem from Quarantine

Picture flipping

Picture tilting, blurring

Realization?

Questions.

(Freeze. Freeze it shut)

Mind lurch droning in a muddled banter

Covering over blanks which sigh ever after

Smiling without poetry, life sentences without time

Divine intervention never saved the sky. True...

But improv a thought which hears the next question

And answers that talk with comprehension

Would it scare you to let concepts walk astray

And if they flew?

Would it frighten you to map that terrifying landscape

And would you go?

The lifelong fences never mended inevitable questions

You lie inside that mourning which dawns

And dawns forever standing

Only showing your cankerous fears to the backwards mirror

Drifting, slumbering with intolerable interiors...

But by reflecting those muted expressions

That's how they did it

Interior giants who whisper in run-on sentences

Always fought for this telling, never told before its holding

Stemmed by the stronghold blocking the tide

Trapped in the crevice of besieged pride

The daunted, defeated words, lie...

Inside this sleeping dream house, great spirits find the given...

Believe, believe with ultimate conviction

In that long awaited, but rarely expected, something that we all live for

It's yours as you childhood was yours

As is your favourite song, your most treasured friend

Or the smile on your face, which you can make reappear at will

Believe there are many who don't

For they line the walls of limited vision

But lift the veil of heavy clouds, upon the field of open laughter

You will speak in tongues once past your tip

And fly the spears which line the pits

The paranoia of uncertain days

All the games adversaries will play

To cross a threshold of altered thought

Illuminated by higher talks

And kindled beyond envy or spite

Burnished in truth, dignity, and light

And once upon that foremost height

You will look back with awe

Upon the bygone valleys which you ascended

This is the filling of the blanks...

Believe with ultimate conviction, and act upon it

I CAN'T BREATHE...JUSTICE FOR GEORGE FLOYD

It was a brutal event to witness, and now we all have. Watching that video on CNN from Minneapolis made me physically sick, and reveals all you need to know about 'murderous intent'...the way Derek Chauvin was deaf to George Floyd's final pleas of "I can't breathe," and calling for his mother, and Chauvin leaning into the pressure on George's neck, with his hands in his pockets. For 9 minutes of cold-blooded calculation. A white man blatantly executing / lynching an innocent black man in front of the public, again, and not in any self-defense, he had 3 other cowards 'keeping his six,' looking out for witnesses.

In any and all organizations, the executive leadership always sets out the company philosophies, establishes the protocols which are sent as guidance down the web-lines of social and business structure, as to the accepted behavior to follow. And then consider POTUS 45 quoting a racist cop from 50 or so years ago...and the last 3 years of America being plunged into a dark age where ethics and  human compassion have become debased.

Masks are off and the racists are driving the country. Now, what is everyone with a human conscience going to do about all of this? There is humanistic legislation, 3rd party watch-dogs, and community-building that truly needs action. NOW.

I am just expressing myself, and anyone with a heart must be outraged by George Floyd's execution and his reflection in the oppression of all people. All of us, together. It is unbelievable that black people in 2020, are still being hunted in the city streets, not just by predator police, but also by deranged hicks without a lick of kindness between their eyes.

The North American system needs safeguarding versus institutionalized racism. I am terribly worried for all the protesters out there. Rubber bullets being fired in Los Angeles. This is serious.

So proud of Los Angeles! The protesters were not rioting, and despite police aggression, only targeted police cars for damage...sending a very clear message to the club that has failed us all. No looting, no property damage...appears their protest marchers have learned from Ground Zero in Minneapolis...just the police trying to battle and push people out of peaceful assembly and protest.

To quote the Minneapolis Governor, "The world should wage war against racism."