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The First Songs Following Many a Death: ‘Death Shall Have No Dominion in Life’ But Only Love Shall Always Eternally Find Home: Sunday: May 24: 2020: Munayem Mayenin

|| Sunday: May 24: 2020 || We can only express our infinite gratitude and thankfulness for coming through many a death over the last almost-three months, suffering furiously violent and aggressive illnesses combining their mercilessly relentless assaults one after the other to bring an end to this insignificant human existence, COVID-19 to Pneumonia and Further Complications. And all that happened in the enforced social abandonment where one was left alone, abandoned, to get on with it, all on one’s own, absolutely, all alone: there is nothing left for one: that is the saddest and cruellest of truth out of these three months. Except, there was the Old Santiago in Ernest Hemmingway’s The Old Man and the Sea: Like him, all, any and every human soul shall forever be and remain: that, what can be destroyed to dust but can never be defeated! The people of this United Kingdom have proven this in this enforced social abandonment: nothing can ever defeat the human soul and the human spirit, despite the endless march past of innumerable deaths, tragedies, sufferings, sorrows and hardships. These are some of the things, some of the songs, that I have written, that would resonate with the wonderful people and humanity of this United Kingdom and of the world, that I would like to publish today as a contemporary poet to celebrate this human existence and this human life: let it echo through each human soul across these British Isles and across the world: ‘’Death shall have no dominion in life’’ But only Love shall always eternally find Home: Maya be and Maya do for Humanity is an infinity unfolding itself: Munayem Mayenin: Sunday: May 24: 2020


COVID-19: A Sonnet For All Souls Fighting to Get Back Home

And a letter contains a tear-written text written
From a waiting room where people waited to go
But the soul that tore away in tears could not do
So it writes in tears marring the message in cries

Why do you cry soul why do you tear unless you
Hurt unless you find your eyes blurred with hot
Fluid blurring the view but why does it do it this
Tearing apart why does it hurt that it's impossible

To breathe for you love and all that you have and
All that you are show you that you do that you do
That you love for you have nothing but these gems

To tell you to show you to take you home to love
For these tears alone form your home when you
Can not go home touching their salt you are home


This Infinite Lightness

I have become much with nothing from nothing have I
Walked far and wide from east to west north to south
From Exeter’s eternal time to far northern onto the liberty
Of the Isle of Sky on Edinburgh Bridge I drunk oceans and

Skies in the glass of the river who thought herself a cool
Northern Mermaid as the seagulls played over her spread
And the skies in the flurry of coloured silence dazed about
Over the mountains where I called out the heights I could

Reach and wrung all onto my pen’s labyrinthine spreads
And reaches and I sought not their assets or wealth nor did
I gather any but have learnt how to love and in so doing I

Strove to become what love is and for that grace that I learnt
To love and live as love I kneel in praise for that is far much
For a soul to have ee hold this infinite lightness of this lark



The Scarlet Rose-Rise

Many a decade would I have to walk on to get to the point to
Look at this image of you looking into this microscope your
Right hand bent upwards as your light-fluorescent fingers like
Rose-vines gently flowed over the white of this device-magic

That I would come to wish that I had the fortune to get you as
A gift to look at a neuron or a tadpole or a whole membrane of
An onion the most beautiful silver you would wish to look but
It was not my gift to you before which you stood in white and in

Your hair silence stuck itself as a henna-bloom and your ears held
The long earrings as they fell over white as you held your gaze onto
The nano-reality that took your breath away a world beyond touch

You won’t know that as I came to look at you I forgot to breathe
For how long I remember not but this that in that luminous lights’
Waterfalls you were the scarlet rose-rise beating inside my soul



Ecology of Sorrows and Sufferings

O this overwhelming ecology of sorrows and sufferings in the air
In homes and out-homes in-where and out-where smells of fears
Tragedies many repeating themselves in the silences of morgues
Information lacks of loved ones passing as if in a state of sudden

Rough surge and rearrangement of realities shifting swiftly they
Just got lost because in the new arrangements the realities had no
Space left for them to be registered as variables being there and
The tears and their sorrowful wailing surge keep on spreading

Families know not quite a while as to where their loved ones are
From morgues they end up at the graves through the rushing
Not attended funerals no scope to see and hold goodbyes spent

To gather some dust of crashing realities to later on find solace
Telling oneself yes we did bid goodbye and get to say earth to
Earth and these seismic papercuts spread raw-roughly savaging



Lit-Yellow

The little bird has a yellow around its neck in light
It catches fire and yellow glimmers into lighter hues
And you stand as you look at this tiny existence on
Mint green grass where shadows of gravestones fell

Quietly as if shadows on green eyes as if marks that
Speak of times hard and spaces far apart away lost
And you linger in silence waiting for the bird that is
Too soon it takes off and soon gone and you stare at

The left empty space left undisturbed no sign at all
Of its being there left not a trace and with the gone
Bird still roaming inside your boundless soul you

Carry on walking while the skies cry blues in all out
Clouds and colds that yellow bird keeps on going in
The endless fathomless spaces of your soul lit-yellow

A Conversation

There is…ask not what it is
But I must
Then you must
What is it that is there about which I should not ask any question
But you are asking a question
Yes I am
And what is the question
What is it that is there
Ah: what is it that is there…but there is the ‘it’, isn’t there
Well yes but without the noun there is no meaning to that ‘it’…
But does the ‘it’ not give a sense that it is a ‘thing’ and that it is not a ‘nothing’
It does but a thing could be endless number of classes of things in which there are sets of things in which there are sub sets and so on and so forth before we get to a thing such as a pin.
Well this it is not a pin…you can be sure
Good that we now have established the exclusion of the pin but what is this thing that is not a pin…
It is neither paper nor ink
That leaves out much
But if it were a pen
I would pick it up and place it between my pointer and thumb and ask you to give me some paper
So you have some paper…
And I shall write…
And what shall you write…
That it hurts…
Why does it hurt? Where does it hurt? How does it hurt? How much does it hurt?
It hurts because it otherwise can not be and it hurts inside the soul and it hurts like a paper cut and how much does it hurt for it is like the sun to which the beginning the middle and the end are all hurts…
That’s how much and that’s how far and that’s how it does hurt?
But then this there is still here but you have ceased to ask as to what it is that is there
No I have not because I have answered the question
You have
Yes. It is hurt: there is…hurt…
And why is there hurt?
Because there is love
And it hurts?
It does because it is a double-folded path
Double-folded path
For it is and it does
It is and it does
Yes
But what is it and what does it do: this love
It blooms
It blooms like a flower
Yes but the flower of light and the flower of fire
Ah: the joy and the hurt
Yes the joy and the hurt
And one quite does not know where one ends and the other begins
Yes like tears of joy and tears of being torn apart
And yet there is the same love
Yes one being the noun the other verb
And what is the adjective for them both
Want not anything back but give infinitely throughout eternity selflessly
So there it is…this love
Yes, that it is and that it does and that it goes on as light and as fire giving all eternity
Isn’t it magnificent that there it is, this love, its noun, verb and adjective
Absolutely so
And what shall we do
The pen
The paper
Hold the pen on the paper and write
I have done
What have you written
I am
And what are you
Love
And what do you do
I do yes and deny no
Why
For I know no other way of existing but that: selflessly
Then do…

|| Sunday: May 24: 2020 ||  

Regine Humanics Foundation Begins Its Journey Today

 

 

|| April 06: 2018 || ά. The Humanion was first published on September 24, 2015 and has been run, since that day, on a complete voluntary basis without any 'formal' or 'constituted' manner or form and, it was run on as a Human Enterprise, which is an idea of Humanics, in which, ownership is replaced by belongingship and, thus, in a Humanical Society, no one owns anything but everyone belongs to the whole as the whole belongs to everyone lawfully and equally and, it neither believes in nor makes money but human utilities, needs, aspirations, creativity, imagination and dreams are served without money, where everyone works and creates for all others as all others create and work for all others, thus, bringing in meaning and purpose to life along with it come natural justice, equality and liberty, that establish a true civilisation within the Rule of Law. And in one word, this system of human affairs management is called, Humanics and a society that runs itself in humanics is called a humanical society. Today, we have begun the process of 'constituting' this Human Enterprise, which does not exist in the current system, but the next closest thing to it, that exists in the UK Law is Social Enterprise. Therefore, today, Friday, April 06, 2018, we are beginning Regine Humanics Foundation, that is the 'Agency', that will lead, run, manage and develop everything, that The Humanion has been trying to do.

Regine Humanics Foundation is established by the Thinker, Author, Poet, Novelist, Playwright, Editor of The Humanion, Festival Director of London Poetry Festival and a Humanicsxian: hu: maa: neek: tian: One, that believes in, lives and exists by Humanics, Mr Munayem Mayenin, of London, England, United Kingdom. Mr Mayenin says, ''Humanics is a vision; people, may, call it, utopia, we, call it our Humanicsovicsopia; Humanics. Humanics is our philosophy, our faith, our conviction, our resolution, our way of existing, thinking, being and doing: to seek and try to do so in the determination that all we must do and be is to exist to advance the human condition. People, readers and agencies and organisations, from all across England, Scotland, Northern Ireland, Wales and the whole of the United Kingdom and Australasia, Africa, Asia, Europe, North and South America, from all walks and strata of life, have supported our endeavours, supported The Humanion and The Humanion Team, who volunteered their time to run things, since the beginning of The Humanion and long before that, when other things, that are now part of The Foundation, were developing. Nothing has changed in terms of the nature and value of what we have been seeking to do.''

''But the founding of The Foundation brings it all in a solid foundation so that we can keep on building this 'vision' so that it keeps on going regardless of who come to take the vision-mission of The Foundation forward. The Foundation runs along with time and along with the flowing humanity. This is the dream, this is the vision, this the hope in founding this Foundation. And, in this, we hope and invite all our readers, supporters, well wishers and all agencies and organisations to support our endeavours to build something, a Human Enterprise, which we are in the process of registering as a Social Enterprise, as a Community Interest Company, working for the common good of the one and common humanity. No one makes or takes profit out of The Foundation, which now runs The Humanion and everything else, that is part of it. The Foundation, once registered, will have an Asset Lock, which means that in any event, should The Foundation dissolve itself, all its existing assets shall go to a similar Social Enterprise. Therefore, we invite everyone to support The Foundation, support The Humanion in whatever way they can. And, there are endless number of ways people and organisations can support The Foundation and The Humanion.'' ::: ω.

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The Eternal

 

The sun becoming light heat sound and fire among many other things
In which matter-blooms spread into the spectrum one becoming other
Other becoming another and all calls times that call for only the space
The eternal says: what have you done and the answer is we have been

The space is offered as proof where there is nothing but the snakeskin
Hold silence swirling with water-marks of all that has been stages and
Gazes and grazes and cuts and scalding and culling and burning and
Blooming in rusts and dusts and falls and farthering and lowering and

With the nano and mammoth seismic spread standing at the valley of
The Himalaya looking up with an antian view to gaze the mighty rise
Views of farther horizon still antian seemed and humble in awe-quiet

Sung in silence the joys of being and the hurts of growing and the love
In its infinity in the ecology of existence life and living where a child is
All-eternal calling out: Look: That oak tree has caught a tangle of light

: Munayem Mayenin: March 26: 2018: