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Challenging Beliefs

People choose to believe many things: a wide variety of things.
Things that are not compatible with each other.
And then defend them with no evidence.
Most folks are offended when they encounter beliefs which are inconsistent with their own beliefs.
Careful arguments are critical for achieving the things we need to learn.
Not arguments simply between people or about people but arguments about ideas.
We need to examine careful histories.
We need to look closely at textual criticisms.
We need to submit our ideas to scrutiny: careful, careful, scrutiny.
It’s never too late to adjust our thinking.

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The Art of Smoke

Arrives again the garden oracle
With her branchy appetite,
Free to be true —

Yet cursed by lack of words
and automatic writing
and little courage to say what’s meant,

Like harlequins hurled high into the fungal field
For global fruiting.
Imagine
The memetic sabotage!
There’s no magic in prostitution.

Yet bud to blossom,
She’s here to stay
For the honor in post-lingual thinking.
The man-eating metaphor weeds
Are NOT her doing.
She is NOT the one robbing sentience of pertinence.

We yield our trabeated thinking.

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Nut Tree

A buried nut, I found
it was not me
but for you
I would pursue
a tree.

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Faith in Becoming

The songs we sing crawling
are not our walking songs,
which are not our swimming songs,
which are not our flying songs.

Crawling songs will stand up,
the walking songs will dive in,
and swimming songs will take wing
and sing
the songs of being
and the joy of crawling
until walking
until swimming
until flying,

and sing
the love that flies
at eye level
to any crawler, walker, swimmer, flier,
and that dances to all the songs
while imparting the faith in becoming.

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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.

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Had Your Dose of Mama Lately?

Remember A Dose of Mama ?  Well, if you haven’t had your medicine lately …

Here’s a healing dose:   Elisabet Sahtouris

And here’s another: Karen Armstrong

There are MANY! And not only from women.

I aim to bring some to your attention.  I hope you’ll bring some to mine.

 !!  WARNING  !!
(Extended dialog within.  Enter at your own risk. 


Beyond Here – Thar Be Monsters !! )
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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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Compost

Soaring
thermals
from the dung heap below
no judgment just soaring

Cramming for their finals
aiming low for safety
sitting still for portraits
roots clipped for decoration
fruit tied to long-dead trees
unrecognizable residual freedom

Floating
slip zone goes
by flows by downstream
light passes, hope passes by

Wake up and Percolate!
Aerate and Saturate!
Wring out carefully,
shake the ear free of common combinations
aim for the heart with no tricks, no guile

Soar
thermals from the dung heap
no judgment
just flight.

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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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Child of Anarchy

I was sitting on the shortest stool
So I wouldn’t draw attention,
But you glided over like a tool
and began to ply your question.

What’s the use? I wondered, when
Uncertainty is the fashion?
A decent seeker’s going to find
Something now and then.

True and precious friends
Have seen the splendid garden ruined
By the seeds of all pop certitudes.
So then what do you do?

How do you submit your findings
To a jaded child of anarchy?

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