Nothing
and
No One
is lost
But some are disconnected
like corpses
encased
where the roots of flowers
cannot
penetrate.
July 12, 2009
Nothing and No One
May 29, 2009
No Final Word
Final word
Final word
Final word
:
Orthodox aberrations of arrivals,
the dance of the lame by choice,
stanky stationary vision!
Oh! The things we should seek and prove together!!
To walk on land together
To walk on water together
To walk on air together
The increasing responsibility
a delight to the spirit
ever leaning forward
from firm ground
eyes all around.
Be brave!
Things are never as they say.
No final word
No final word
Be brave!
Be honest!
March 18, 2009
“Reinventing Capitalism”
I recently responded to one of Paul’s offerings with comments about the need for something beyond capitalism as we know it. I think this article says it better. Paul, see how you toss a pebble in the pond and the effects continue forever. Thanks. I am ever more convinced that there is no viable alternative for humanity other than a sea change transformation from the inside out.
Reinventing Capitalism: Putting Soul in the Machine
A Quick Re-Vision of Western Civilization
by Howard Bloom
The early part of the twenty-first century gave the Western world one skull-cracking slap after another. The downing of New York’s World Trade Center; the battle with militant Islam’s holy warrior; the crash and scandal of major corporations like Enron, Worldcom, and Arthur Andersen; and the growth of China to superpower status—these were wakeup punches. They handed us what may be our greatest opportunity and our greatest responsibility since the Great Depression and the Nazis threatened to topple the Western way of life in the 1930s.
Osama bin Laden’s threats against America and against the “false religion” of freedom of speech, secularism, spiritual eclecticism, human rights, women’s rights, and gay rights have the potential to nuke us into a new dark age. As you read this page, over ten thousand Wahhabi madrassas, “suicide bomber factories,” salted on every one of this planet’s continents, are teaching children to make holy war against you and me. The West, these kids are told, has nothing left to give the world but immorality and decay. The teachers in these madrassas peddle passion brilliantly. They feed the hunger for meaning with the junk food of emotion—violence and righteous fury. But could the madrassa teachers be right? Do we in the Western system have nothing worth struggling for? Do we have nothing that’s worthy of idealism and belief?
Please read the rest here…
Reprinted here with permission from EnlightenNext magazine,
Issue 28, March-May 2005
(c) 2005 EnlightenNext, Inc. All rights reserved. www.enlightennext.org
Your thoughts?
March 17, 2009
Ma Fit da Padraig
Dit randid joyk
Gun farce afeet
Ban kneedy leg
Na armapeet
Ma stoma cake
Fra tearin lake
An gona furter
Tudor gate
Wha toil doon
Gan total groun
Den jimy gup
Flight flow te cup
Indig
Flight flow te cup
Sliante !!
(report all spelling problems to spelling department)
March 8, 2009
Love Patterns Matter
Love patterns matter.
It must be ever moreso,
that men empower women,
and women empower men,
lest our end be tragic blathering
in far corners of our skin.
Her learning curves inform him.
His pursuit protects her.
Her cooperation rests him.
His competition guards her.
She speaks the Way of cycles.
He learns the Tao of smalltalk.
Matter is Patterned by this Love,
And it must become yet moreso.
March 4, 2009
Thar be Monsters
The precious, churning black edge
where the light comes from,
where rubber and road negotiate the future,
where you’re all out of cheeks and extra miles,
yet floating forward along your thread,
your thread that is your story of becoming,
your story of letting go, your revelations,
your story of seeing beyond the edge,
your journey past the monsters.
February 25, 2009
I See Men as Trees
So long the head and not the tail,
now cringing from uncertainties.
The horror feared will now prevail:
You’ll negotiate necessities.
The pressure for change
Met excuses for permanence
Far
too
long.
Who begrudges the strength of the ignorant,
The placebo of the disenfranchised?
Strong enough now to invade the western sanctum
comes the novus ordo seclorum,
no longer handed down to us
but rather rising from within!
With freedom to stop the shredding of
cheap copies of original sin.
I see men as trees
And we’re not the machines we thought we were.
February 20, 2009
A Word
Speak to me,
she of
Sheba said,
A seminal word
With a primal voice.
Your resonance rectifies time,
Your octaves move my blood.
I seal our link,
I bless our nexus.
From your lips a syllable fills all reason.
Your eyes lift the fogs of age and eon.
*****
O sweet mother daughter sister bride,
You glisten as you listen.
Gravid from above, you glow.
I know you.
February 11, 2009
On an Apple Tree
I had a pleasant job when I was 16 working in a small, private greenhouse and cut-flower garden. Immersion in floral rainbows and thick greenery each day delighted me then as it does now. Behind the greenhouse was a small yard of luxuriant, thin-bladed grass with a carefully pruned, standard size apple tree growing in the midst of it. About twenty-five feet tall and perhaps thirty feet across, this robust tree provided cool summer shade to the yard. I enjoyed taking my lunch breaks in this yard, leaning against the apple tree.
During my lunch break one day, having already eaten my sandwich, I took a notion to climb the apple tree. It was early Summer and the apples were still quite tiny and the leaves were nearing their full flush and strength. I do not remember exactly why I needed to climb that day since I usually rested during my break. I do recall that I liked to peer into the canopy when resting against the tree trunk. I had marveled at the patterns of filtered green light diminishing daily until the shade was almost complete from the converging growth. From this perspective the canopy formed a flawless fractal flower of greenery evenly spread by its living fan of twigs, branches, limbs, and trunk. I believe I simply could not resist being up into the thickness of that beauty.
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