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One Day Soon

One day soon …
I’ll be gone,
Not to wake up
or return.

You may wonder
– Where is he?

I hope you forgo
heaven or hell
or such amusements.

My energy
shall be re-wrapped unpredictably.
Not lost.

I don’t recommend
rebirths or such.

Consider, that there may be
only one consciousness – everywhere,
that all beings exist as expressions of.

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Beings Talk

Beings talk o’er tea in my backyard,
(An axe-free zone, you know.)
Without a care we can share our heart
In the yard where beanstalks grow.

Rest assured there was a row
When I first did the deed:
Trading up our holy cow
For the ugliest of seed.

But I would not exchange my lot
For a herd of fat bovine,
While communing in my yard, I got,
And is what I hold divine.

In here
We defy the demons
Of the strangled world
Out there.
We trade in cryptic currencies
And give time a little air.

The calculus of becoming
Is how we count our blessings
And inspirations aren’t exhaled,
But shout, “Credendo Vides!”

Beings talk o’er tea in my backyard,
(It’s an axe-free zone, you know.)
Without fear, here we share our heart
In the yard where the beanstalks grow.


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Standing rigid
in the sparkling river
he grips his cup downside up.

Dry and thirsty
he gathers his resolve
and curses cups.

Right it, please, I urge him,
but the message flows off the rim
into to the sparkling river.


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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!


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“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. http://www.enlightennext.org

Your thoughts?


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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.


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Karen Armstrong Conversation

Interesting conversation. I’ve read and listened to Karen for several years. She’s got it going on.Vodpod videos no longer available.

I don’t like the way Alan Jones interrupts so much, as if it were appropriate to do so.

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|  Words                            shallow
|                           are                                   depressions
|  i   n        o   u   r        m   i   n   d   s   c   a   p   e
|  that we
|                        allow
|  meaning
|             to flow into.

|  In droughts
|          we        stumble         thirstily      across
|                that           landscape

|  During Floods
|                               w e   s w i m  a b o v e
|                                           t h e m



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The tide has come in:
my brother is my savior.
The rains have come:
my sister is my oracle.

On these precious, sentient cycles
Arrival is the lie,
the bubble bursting bitch,
the laughing of Sarai.

Arrival is the anti-tide,
the crippled gait, the broken stride,
the certainty of status quo,
the demon of our pride.

We put out every spark
lest the forests all burn down.
Now the duff and tinder lay
awaiting conflagration day.

But every cycle should inform us
and each circumstance enjoin us
to engage in honest discourse
as ephemerati glow.

It’s the trying to hear,
the fervent press for harmony,
deeper harmony,
that subsumes all discord in time,
like your thrice great
you never met
but who is yet
living in you.

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Walking Through Dust Devils

On breezy, dry days in Summer or Fall you can watch tiny whirlwinds develop. They pick up dry dirt or leaves which reveal their vortex form. Short lived, most don’t make it more than 6 feet tall. Some I’ve seen 20 feet tall, but rarely. These are dust devils.

For fun we would watch for the spinning leaves and then run through them. The diffused vortex would disappear and the dust and leaves would fall to the ground around our feet. Like magic.

Politics, family, civil, spiritual, etc. have plenty of their own types of dust devils: spins of ideas (memes) that usually don’t make it past 6 feet tall nor last long.  Folks on the lookout can spot and disrupt dust devils before they develop into anything too distracting or dangerous.

Here is a small example:

To me from T:       Subject: Obama making fun of the Bible!!!!

pretty shocking.
there are other vids at the bottom after this one plays.

To T from C:
What do you think of this?

To T from me:

The link didn’t seem to work right. So I went to YouTube and searched on “obama bible” and watched some of the videos. I didn’t find anything offensive. Maybe you could recap an offensive part for me.

To me from T:

He took deuteronomy and leviticus out of context saying that they condoned stoning our children to death and then demeaned the sermon on the mount. He has recently been quoted as stating his “muslim faith” is very important to him…the sounds of the muslim prayers as the sun goes down is the most enchanting sound on earth….

I’ll send along more if you’d like.

To T from me:

I see.  I saw that video and appreciated the truth in it. I thought the “out of context” aspect of
those scriptures was the very point he was making: that no matter how well they may have been derived and applied in the context of their origin they are not helpful for modern democratic legislation. As I recall, he said that Deuteronomy suggests the stoning of rebellious children: but you and I know
that it actually commanded it.

Also, I didn’t hear any demeaning of the sermon on the mount, but rather how far afield or dynamically skew from it our defense establishment is.

I watched a bunch of those videos and responses back and forth. It’s spin city during spin season in every direction. The spins touch upon issues sacred to folks in order to characterize and mis-characterize all candidates and all their associates and all their positions on issues. Ideas flung so haphazardly during sharp turning points reveal how poorly attached or poorly integrated our understanding is.  Once the election is over, my hope would be that people would sit down together and engage in systematic discourse about many things, striving to maintain some objectivity and listening carefully to each other.


I count myself among those reviewing the evolution of consciousness, noting the behavior, thought forms, social structures, etc. that coincide with the ever changing dynamics of this “upward calling”. Our memetic vortices are never the eternal structures we think they are, even though they may govern our unity and thinking for millennia. Things are different and better than they seem. The purpose of love is the perfecting of conversation, never the spreading of dogma.

From T to me:

Exquisitely put.

I couldn’t agree more and find your note quite refreshing in these days of he said-she said….

I will check out some of the sites you have sent along. Be blessed out there in the valley this morning…

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