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Star Trek and Captain Kirk's Final Frontier

Kirk: ‘Lt. Uhura, come to my quarters at 1800 hours’
Uhura: ‘Yes captain, might I ask what’s up?’
Kirk: ‘Nothing now but something WILL be at 1800 hours’
Bones: ‘Jim, is this a medical issue?’
Kirk: ‘You bet your boner it is, Bones’
Sulu: ‘Captain, a Klingon ship is approaching’
Kirk:  ‘Blast that sucker to smithereens, I got a date’
Chekov: ‘Captain, you’ll need protection on this mission’
Kirk: No problem Ensign, got a few here in my wallet’

Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘May the force be with you’
Kirk:’ Thanks Obi, but you’re in the wrong contest’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘This isn’t PD’s contest?’
Kirk: ‘HELL no, now SKAT will probably disqualify us’
Obi-Wan Kenobi: ‘Well, may the force be with you anyway’
Kirk: ‘Look Kenobi, nobody’s forcing ANYBODY here’

Spock: ‘Captain, I’m receiving a message from SKATfleet Command’
Kirk: ‘What Mr. Spock? And why do you always talk like that?’
Spock: ‘To qualify for the contest, the writer has to command the ship’
Kirk: ‘Damn it all! What the…FRONT AND CENTER WRITER!’
Writer: ‘Um…All hands on deck?...Anchors away?’

Uhura: ‘Ohh Captain KIRRK, it’s 1800 hours’…
Kirk: ‘Not now Uhura, I’m not in the mood!’
Uhura: Ohh Captain WRITERRR, it’s 1800 hours’…
Writer: ‘Kirk, you have the helm. I’ll be in my quarters’ 
Spock: ‘Fascinating’
Kirk: ‘Shut-up Spock’…

Tim Ryerson
Theme: Sexual harassment in the workplace
For SKAT’s contest

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2013

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Nayda

Beyond the skills of escorts
and the appeal of other playthings,
smolders the need of the soul
infused to best every man.
Twelve years have taken
the scars out of the memories,
from the last time I was
up and through
just to come down and out
to find every fairy tale
extends it’s hand
to some tragedy.
The odds don’t warrant
the time of practical effort.
Too keen to the liabilities,
always calculating ends.
It is not the demands of over
or having to start something new
rather, better to remain alone
than to be let down again.
But now I see you,
and it makes me pause
so still, with the whisper --
Are you sure?
	Falls into a deafening singularity 
forbidding even a scream, it’s escape.
I sit and can only see
the touch of Heaven
reaching across the Caribbean
to color your face.
As your smile holds the songs
of every dawn’s temptress,
under the soft disposition
of your eyes 
rests a divine spirit’s symmetry, 
smoothing features
while lensing each strand
the perfect frame.
That once moved a favored King
to murder a man, only to bring
the sword into his own house.
Enabled an army to take 
a strong city with just one horse.
And enslaved the envy of Venus
to sharpen leaden arrows,
but fury slipped her hands
and bled her wrists out.
Blood clotted on the cold muck
of her grave, a suffocating cocoon.
Immersed the viewer becomes, 
and timeless the window
of the heart that is God’s craft,
denying the deceiver’s forgery
of any singed carnality.
As if proximity has been given 
within the mist of your perfume,
in just this one picture
of your face.

Copyright © rob carmack | Year Posted 2016

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Infinitely Redundant

Is science fiction an oxymoron?
How can science be fiction
When it is the process by which myth
Is eliminated and all that is tangible
In the world is interpreted? And isn’t fiction
Nothing more than the literary
Manifestation of the dreams
That crash through the barriers
Of reality? How then
Can the two terms coexist
In a single phrase?

But wait.

Is there anything made
By mortal hands
That was not proceeded
By a dream? Is it possible
That the creator of worlds
Dreamed before the first
Flowers bloomed in the garden?

If dreams lead to physical
Things, then they must be
The blueprints of the future
And the catalyst of science;
Conversely, science is proof
Of the dreams of gods and mortals.

Science fiction is not
An oxymoron, but it is
The infinitely redundant
Confirmation of life.

Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2007

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Moon

	
Moon 
---- 
 
 
Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so dexterously. 
 
Then when the sun arose and sparkled in the sky, 
Gretta was still working, that too without a sigh, 
the ship was finally built, Gretta was on cloud nine, 
but going a bit farther up than that seemed rather fine. 
 
She sat inside the cockpit, tightened her seat belt, 
pushed a few buttons, with such admirable stealth, 
algorithms aplenty - all perfectly aligned, 
as the engine started roaring, boisterously alight. 
 
The rocket ascended at last, it set sail yonder, 
to the farthest frontier that this universe could conjure, 
and after it finally left the vivid atmosphere, 
Gretta was so happy, she let out a smiling tear. 
 
Days passed and she was put in catatonic sleep, 
immobile and still, immersed in lovely dreams, 
suddenly with a thud, the ship had landed still, 
She woke up instantly, with a newfound thrill. 
 
She wore the lunar suit, which she had stitched herself, 
opened up the bolted door and descended the metal steps, 
the moment she touched ground, she turned around, 
and got pleasantly surprised by what she found! 
 
A red-hatted impish elf, sat crossed leg, 
a large nosed fairy stood, munching on nutmeg, 
two rabbits bowed down to the rabbit goddess, 
and two more pressed her feet, in a soft caress. 
 
Gretta walked a step and heard the elf shout, 
"oh silly person, take that suit out!, 
we've got oxygen, plenty of em to breathe, 
that suits a waste o' time and energy!" 
 
Gretta obeyed, and unzipped the heavy suit, 
underneath she wore a dress - flowery and cute, 
"good going, young child, now lemme show you, 
this lovely wonderland which you dub the moon!" 
 
And the elf was right, they met unicorns, 
box-laden garden paths and joyous little fauns, 
walking and talking scarecrows, nursing little crows, 
small blue doll houses with chuckling gnomes. 
 
within a crater lived a colony of werewolves, 
but they were nice and fair - specially one named Ulf, 
he'd give her milk and tea with chocolate biscuits, 
and in order to keep her warm, red spotted mitts. 
 
The goddess too was nice, a wise and lovely soul, 
"be imaginative and create, but don't forget your goal", 
she'd also give her nutmeg of such abundant variety, 
her best friend was a Faun, so strong and mighty. 
 
and the Minotaurs build Gretta a lovely home, 
with a mushroom roof and walls build of foam, 
"stay here with us, Gretta, you'd have a great time", 
said the red-hatted elf while singing a rhyme. 
 
Gretta thought and thought, she came to a decision, 
she decided to stay for sure, she looked forward for her admission, 
and from thereon, life for her was perfected, 
all her dying wishes had suddenly been resurrected.
 

Copyright © manek kohli | Year Posted 2013

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The Last Eclipse

Military and civilian linguists and intelligence analysts, my colleagues and I were monitoring the Balkans troubles, supporting our troops in theater 'down range'. We were working the 'Mids' shift from 11 pm till 7 am at Bad Aibling Station--formerly a military intelligence site.  I had read that we were in the western European zone that would experience a total eclipse of the sun that morning.  One of the other Serbo-Croatian linguists had a car on post.  I voiced the thought "wouldn't it be cool if we drove out to Mount Wendelstein and saw the eclipse from up there?!".  He and another agreed.  After shift we drove to the base of the mountain, and decided to hike the trail to the top rather than pay to ride the cable car up.  Many Bavarians had the same idea, and it was somewhat crowded on the summit.  When the eclipse was finally full, it was like standing on shadowy clouds surrounded by a large ring of light--eery, bizarre, and colder than anticipated both due to the elevation and darkness.  Two minutes and twenty-six seconds of totality. I had goose bumps for several reasons, and could understand why primitive man would have been so terrified of the experience. Returning back to base, we learned that it had been overcast down there; so local people only saw it get dark, but missed the actual eclipse.  However, three Sergeants had been in the right place at the right time, to see the first total eclipse in Europe in forty years, and last one of the twentieth century....August 11th, 1999.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2015

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New Beginnings

Today we begin with a quote from Eisenstein
with commentary in brackets
informed by Bucky Fuller's cooperative metaphysic 
of Synergetic Steerage.

"We have a[n intuited, autonomic systemic] need to stay in contact with people with whom we share emotional and economic ties.  In past times, these people were usually close by. A hunter-gatherer or fourteenth-century Russian peasant would have had little use for a telephone. Telephones [and www] began to meet a need only when other developments in technology and culture spread human beings [even] farther apart and splintered extended families [and neighborhoods] and [national through] local communities [as sustainable ecosystems]. So the basic need they meet is not something new under the sun." [Basic cooperative communication need has evolved to global cooperative scale because technology's deductive path has evolved a co-arising economic/ecological imperative.]

What Plan B Fuller eco-comprehended
as an implied Universal First Principle of Positive Synergetic Balance:
all Primal Principles
must be universally co-informed,
comprehensive,
"cooperative" defined as ergodically and ionically regenerating full-fractal,
RNA-dynamically syntaxed,
to achieve integrative, 
healthy, 
Spaceship Earth cooperative wealth optimization,
as sustainability of positive life-trend energy,
form,
and revolutionary ecocultural dialectical design 
and development,
and ectosymbiotic/endosymbiotic correlational landscape evolution
toward health and safety
away from pathology 
and high risk economically illogical dissonance ,
suboptimizing polycultural outcome planning
and therefore delivery of co-empathic mindbody dis-ease,
chronic stress with climatic peaks trending upward.

Economists and eco-nomists bilaterally recognize
production of newly commodifying need-systems
co-arises 
with creation of consumptive/absorptive/nutritional evolution
of need v. want constellations and priorities.

The difference between a Plan A Competitive
Win-Lose need-based economist,
gamer,
strategist,
logician,
policy analyst,
weather forecaster,
and a Cooperative
Win-Win gift-rooted eco-nomist,
gamer,
strategist and logician and linguist,
policy and planning analyst,
permacultural designer,
feminist economist,
sacred ecologist,
weather forecaster,
is Left-Right dipolar balance as negatively correlated with cognitive dissonance;

deep-comprehension 
of Win-Lose as suboptimizing health and wealth
compared to a double-negatively reiterating thermostat,
decompositional analysis trending,
reverse hierarchical tree
of unfolding regenerative strings,
including binary trend QBit 0=squared/fractal-centric time as function
of mutual subsidiarity positive-default comprehension
as Win-Win bicameral informational system's
balancing ecological,
economic,
and permacultural uracil-yang/cytosine-yinyin
b-ionically deductive/inductive zeroistic design.

We can approach the further
related
question 
of optimizing Polynomial syntax and form and function
as equivalently and dipolar self-defined by -(-P),
binary RNA syntax
of analogical economic polynomial trend QByte-octave
double/elliptical fractal rhythm and patterned balance.

We might approach this question
with fractally 0-squared digital information
as ecological trend analysis
with a dual hypothesis,
to see which is more productive
of a healthy and wealthy past,
present,
and future.

We could observe
rather summarily
that the proposition
"Polynomial Information
is non-equivalent to Not-Polynomial Information"
has been our scientific deductive and metric 
analytically encultured eisegetical assumption,
leading to competitive irresolution
through our own default Win-Lose economics of evolutionary demise.

Here,
in this irrationally eternal place,
we cannot deductively explain
why some issues,
problems,
algorithms,
variables,
norms,
memes,
paradigms,
have resonantly resolvable solutions
and scientific revolutions
while others calculate their way through infinite time.

Which is which is rather like trying to separate Kuhnian primal revolutions
from more normatively diversifying-further-individuating-articulating 
freedom-binding evolutions.

If, however,
we start with the heuristic assumption
that Polynomial spacetime universe =
nondually-transparenting N(NP),
where might this take us toward explaining
outstanding teleological,
economic,
ecological, and perhaps even cosmological
issues?

Cooperative Game Theory:
P-positive Win = (-,-) equivalent Win NP,
a positive draw,
anticipating an equally positive draw choice from nondual Other
is RNA-rooted naturally systemic,
with outcome to co-redeem transaction faith 
both positively and cooperatively
as long as everyone chooses to play nice.

Group Binomial (0)-Soul Theory:
Explicate Convex Boundary +P = +(0)
Implicate (Bohm) Concave Double-Bound NP = -(-0).

And, so, to our deductively metric and commodifying friends
at Clay Math Institute,
at least the field of permacultural design
and all the cells of RNA heritage,
appear premised on a Zero-Binomial Assumption
that P-yangspace = N(NP)-yinyintime = +/-C ecosquared
as c-squared Universe equals e-squared Synergetic Balanced Integrity (Unitarian),
the balance of deductively formal Yang light
with inductively flowing YinYin double-bound octave frequency harmonics,
co-arising form with intuitive-empathic eco-consciousness function.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Post of the Night: The sensory testing

1) People take samples of the environment and other people all the time. 

2) When individuals fit the stimuli of his constituency become sensory validation 
machines.

3) People react to validate the stimuli as the emanations of thoughts picked by 
human senses were channeling themselves. 

4) For this reaction to the sinister look, the unwanted thought expressed by 
speech, not liked by gesture, by misunderstood thing ... in response affects the 
environment again. 

5) And a cycle of disorder settles until individuals are unaware of habitat and 
move the harmony channel instead of disorder.

Copyright © Max Diniz Cruzeiro | Year Posted 2014

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A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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In Protest of Science

I'd like you to meet my Uncle Joe
He's the vegetable of our family.
That is, if we listen to statistics.
According to them, the experts,
Since Joe didn't die by the age of five
He is now a vegetable.

Well! We wish every family
Could have vegetable like ours;
On that walks, talks
And has given us many years
Of pure pleasure and
More love than we'll ever deserve.

How many vegetables do you know
That give the world's best hugs
And tell you every day you are beautiful?
How many vegetables do you know 
That pray for you every day?
How many vegetables can crack you up
By misquoting old sayings-
"You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him stand on his head"?
Yes, we are extremely fond of our vegetable
He's been in our family
Over 50 years and although
He is pretty spoiled rotten by now
As vegetbles sometimes
Become after a time
We plan to keep him around for fifty more!

Copyright © E.J. Smith | Year Posted 2012

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Fire God Speaks Out

Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"

Excuse me,
I was under the impression
that I invited you for my interview,
which would involve me asking you questions,
and not so much of that anger and fear rhetoric.
So, why do you threaten our health and safety,
and the lives of our great grandchildren?

Oh! You do not want to see
your great grandchildren
looking into my Firey Fusion Future!
They drown on shrinking dry barren continents
suffering an epidemic of post traumatic stress disorder,
in collective overpopulation-underfed and -watered shock,
realizing they cannot bring another generation of homo not so sapiens
into their monoculturally swarming parasitic population
occupying egocentric prophets of rabid doom!

OK, I've got that, really, you are scaring me.
Could we ramp the negative energy down a notch?
I do interviews; not therapy.

Sure, actually a notch less negative yang energy
would be just about right into Tipping Point balance.
The difference between an ecotherapist of permacultural planning
and a dialectical geometric technician of 4D information
in cooperative bicameral networks is,
well,...Zero
using  PolyNomial +1 = DoubleNegative-PolyNomial (-/-)0-squared soul 
bilaterally co-gravitating this unfolding evolving universe
of ExteriorLeft/InteriorRight = Uracil+/(-,-)Cytosine,

Interior/Exterior Landscape balancing Permaculture
is your "eternal diastatic notnot-firey pit TransParent Cosmology" definition of RNA's ionic regenerative,
self-imposed,
positive OVER negative mission?

That's my ecoEarth-rooted technology for ecological balancing purposes,
which is probably a difference of about one revolutionary bicameral notch
back down toward LeftEgoYang = RightEcoYin-squared TransMillennial EnLightenment
= c-squared = Eulerian Prime Function-squared = (0)-squared soul double-dipolar-arising boundary.

What are you proposing, or researching, or suggesting, or implying, or ecologizing,
or analogizing, or trying to enculturate? 
What is your primary outcome agenda?
Is it the Fire and Brimstone Panic crisis motivation
or your hope that an entire humane-natured species
is co-emerging toward bicameral ecoconsciousness?

Well, yes, but maybe no.
My agenda is to support regenerative health.
That's what all the Prime Yin/Yang Climate Systems,
water within air, Guanine dipolar within Adenine
fire within soil, Cytosine dipolar within Uracil
do and are,
both become and are already CoPresent Presence.
But, yes,
political and economic implications 
of why PolyNomial Yang and NotNotPolyNomial Yin-squared
co-gravitation balance as TransParent CosMetricology,
negentropically double-fractal-octaved = neg-elational-squared
dipolar field function for bicameral form as co-arising function
calculators and processors,
network designers and permacultural developers
of both internal and external landscape health and safety and
passion for eco-regenerativity as Positive EgoTherapy,

All of these and this and more
help tip academic and religious sectors toward each other
political and economic self-governors, like parents,
toward each other, rather than apart, 
co-arising cooperatives 
and their diastatic positive-balanced network supportive communities,
co-op poly-enculturation 
as regenerative local/global balancing health optimization.

Kind of a Taoist Zen U-squared Zeroist ConScience?

Yes, science, technology, engineering and group mathematics
(0)-sum interest revolution-regenerative
as RNA-iconic and ionic balanced consciousness
about our original intent to thrive future polyculturing generations,
evolving toward our Zero-ecocentric bicameral co-op,
globally empathic cellular induction-positive,
followed by deductive double-timed negative exhalation,
breathing ego-cells within this rhythm of rich-salty surfing time,
interdependent
integrative communality
breathing in metric ZenSoul,
breathing out 4-Prime Dimensional SpaceTime STEM Universe.

So, why not just say that, then?
Why all this Hellfire and Brimstone PostMillennial Prophecy?

Because no one wants to read all those words,
research all that math and science,
evolutionary stuff about Group Theory,
and InFormation Systems Design,
and Gaming Theory with OnLine WinWin, and WinLose Applications,
Cooperative Economic and Political EcoTherapeutic Theory,
Discussion and Dialogue, Communication Technology, Frames, ChoiceMaking Games and Strategies,
Health and Therapy Sciences,
much less Buckminster Fuller's Synergetics,
or even Permaculture Design
for Exterior, or Positive Psychology Interior, Landscapes.

Too many words;
too many notes.
Easier to huff and puff
until our overly competitive ego-centric hypocrisy 
falls down.
Better to paint a hot-fired, wilting,
dying picture instead,
to foreshadow breathing through bicameral therapy
of eco-scientific natural systems,
designed to grow health
and safety
and Earth-subsidiary solidarity of DNA/RNA Tribes 
as co-arising love,
ecoconscious CoPresence.

Light my fire?

Light as fire's flaming great transitional time.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.

Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007

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YangyYolks with YinYin-Whites

Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising binomial yolk form
with white-transparent regenerative function,
teleology,
and cosmology, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, or a sitting duck.

So you say. 
I guess these eggs are merely metaphysical.

You might best remove "merely" from "metaphysical"
lest you perpetuate an oxymoron.
Metasystemic physics,
like life, 
at their best, and most permanently encultured, 
have room for religion and spirituality, 
as well as economic science and eco-logical nature.

OK, but I'm not absorbing this metaphysics
of a co-arising incubator,
or an egg,
or whatever.

Eggs are temporary organic incubators.
Therefore, comparatively Closed-Set,
double-boundary individuated.
Only their exterior shells 
remain actively interdependent with their environ-mental 
risk and opportunity.
This double-boundary formating eco-centric development
responds to thermodynamic balance
at both yolk-cellular
and transparent organic/holistic fuel,
energy,
fertilizer,
compost levels
of 4-RNAchannel co-operatively balancing synergetic organization.
Eggs are sensitive to co-gravitational pressure
and have bilaterally limited tolerance levels for speed of climatic change,
which interact with their relative temperatures,
temporal sense of heat and cold,
breathing in and out,
slower warm and faster cold.

Maybe I am lost in the forest of your analogizing
but sounds more like you are co-arising
well-composted ego in these eggs.
And, this shell sounds like a scientific paradigm,
with some seriously revolutionary boundary issues,
mutually incompatibility building up a defensive perimeter, 
anti-inductive while pro-deductive
of in-formation dissonance
protecting internal design process,
even language and enculturation,
secluding indigenous specialists to research within,
maybe.
Still not seeing the Tao in this egg, 
or ego,
or co-arising incubator,
or whatever whenever 
originates
and cultivates 
new life.

If Yang is the power of yolked formation,
incarnation,
while Yin is bilateral flow and function
of ecologically positive octave-frequency nutrients,
regeneratively composting embryonic fractal forms
of RNA-rooted teleological function,
grace,
then which is this full-colored economic health-yolk
and which is this transparent ecological webbish white,
and is it healthier if they tango gracefully,
or tangle bad karmically?

OK, yes, now I see the taoist, well-timed, egg. This begins to feel like egg-cooking class for a vegan. Now what?

An embryo is a "budh", 
if you are a conscientific Buddha-brain
co-arising embryo,
and a "bud"
in English.
If you imagine your Left brain ego-identification
as your egg's DNA's yolk-center
being fed most eco-nutritiously 
by your RNA-inclusive 
SuperEco Right-Only Bilateral
Not-Languaged/Eco-Exegesis
TransParenting cultural fuel-power 
of yin bilateral light squared = c-squared 
= e-squared Wisdom,
that might be how a post-millennial eco-scientist
would incubate,
design,
and research, 
and nondually bicamerate incarnation,
comprehensively con-scientific 
polyculturally co-operative 
co-arising consciousness
as co-regenerative enlightenment.

So, we are all economic scientists balancing ego-logical 
as eco-normative systems.  
Homo Bicameral Sapiens as EcoNomists.

Almost. 
But, because Yang (+) ego/eco-bodies
are dipolar incarnations 
of Yin's transparently co-arising eco-soul intention,
Yin is Yang equivalent only as squared,
or double-negatived,
or double-bound,
or double-identified,
or both-and
as well as either-or,
or dipolarly frac-taled,
like RNA strings of regenerating in-metaphysic-formation,
coincidentally co-arising
balancing eco-binomial 
[prime root of "polynomial"] 
Right intuitive fractal-octave frequency harmonic
in RNA's spacetime natural co-arising systemic consciousness.

Wow, dude, that's some really esoteric shit you've been smoking!
Left-yolks just bangin' gracefully away
with Right
ransParently flowing evolutionary information
of eco-conscientific revolutions.

Maybe, 
but sticking with generic embryonic Left-brain beginnings,
embryonics, genetics, metaphysics,
a bicameral Taoist ego language developer
might re-paradigm "esoteric" as "eco-terra"--
Earth's ecological syntax-normative
autonomic intelligence,
as ubiquitously displayed
in fractal-root tree structures
of healthy temporal-spatial cellular development,
emerging from aptic-universally transparent
plasmatic
perma-cultural awareness
appreciation of a more aptic-thru-synaptically inclusive
bicameral Right-unitarian with Left-universalist eco-consciousness.

Now you're saying we are a species of anonymous Buddhists,
Taoists,
and also Unitarian Universalists?
You know,
that "anonymous Christian" conjecture
by Hans Kung
really didn't get great reviews
from many multi-religious exegetes.

Yes,
but Christianity is a theistically framed view
of our shared eco-consciousness,
our Original Story,
while UUs,
Taoists,
and Buddhists
emerge naturally bilateral co-arising principles of shared consciousness
as self-proclaiming exegetical teleology
incarnating systematic theology;
an ecologic of Fuller's Universal Intelligence,
Yang-Form with Yin-Function, nondually unitarian,
assumes co-gravitational balance as transparent purpose
toward discerning ego-satisfactory meaning (and "meme"ing),
for "Universe",
"Earth", and all DNA/RNA encrypted Earth Tribes
sharing a cooperative vocation
to balance our co-gravitational solidarity
with our thermodynamic eco-DNA/RNA harmonic default preference
for Win-Win mutual Yolk and White subsidiarity,
reverse-hierarchical governance eco-norms,
electromagnetic with elder webbed transparent nutrients
co-mentoring infant yolk.

I think more rainbowed folks
will like these yolks
but I'm not so sure our whites
will appreciate such co-arising/co-falling transparency.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

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Early Retirement

There was this science teacher at my high school.  One of those idiots who had to kiss his boss’ ass to get ahead.  One of those insecure fools who would be far more suitable working in a lab with a microscope up his nose so far his eyes might begin to bulge out, or maybe even at Walmart.

Anyplace other than a school, subjecting poor kids to his nonsense.

So, the incompetent butt kisser somehow won Teacher of the Year.  What a joke!  The students got together, held a makeshift summit and devised a plan, one that would make school history.

Since Billy’s mom worked as a janitor, she had one of those “good” keys.  He yanked it from her one night when she slept soundly thanks to the Ambien Katie stole from her mom’s medicine cabinet.  It's a good thing Katie’s mama never watched the PSAs.

The night of the award ceremony, everyone got into position, and nodded to each other.  Mr. Idiot Science Teacher approached the podium to accept his award.  The administration clapped with cheesy smiles plastered on their idiot faces.

Then, down poured the eggs, “Carrie style."  Nearly 1,500 of them, courtesy of Jared’s grandpa’s farm.

A week later, we learned Mr. Idiot Science teacher retired. He was twenty seven.

Yesterday I stopped by Walmart to pick up some milk and eggs.  Standing behind the register...the retired science teacher.  As I walked away, I glanced down at the carton, thankful he didn’t work in the hunting department.  



 


Copyright © Natalie The Rogue Rhymer | Year Posted 2012

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My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

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The Median Death of the Red Delicious

“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat. 

The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck, 
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s 
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun 

shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all, 
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat, 
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face. 
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with 

a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold 
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes 
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its 
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats. 

It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough. 
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle, 
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit. 
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint 

of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams, 
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows – 
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert 
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality), 

the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye, 
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition. 
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.

It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends 
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge 
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness

in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert. 
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.


*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

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The Wonderful Magnet

           The Wonderful Magnet 
 
The magnet is a wonderful thing, as it is 
made from iron extracted from the ground
becoming a magnet from it's magnetic
properties from the Earth, being buried over 
centuries it has become vital to man. 
with the abilities to attract metal and also 
repel metal with a different polarity, as 
like poles repel  and unlike poles will attract
this amazing  piece of iron can be used in
various products: generators, motors and 
may even be the solution to anti-gravity 
and propulsion of space vehicles that could 
travel to distant planets and beyond, back 
in earlier times people believed the magnet 
may be a creation of the Devil, as being a 
material capable of pointing North, a form of 
scourcery  or even witchcraft, where in actual 
fact it was science, used in the creation of the 
compass, something that every boy scout 
would use in camping, and many other uses today.

Copyright © John Ginesi | Year Posted 2013

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ABUJA AND THE TIME MACHINE

ABUJAS TIME MACHINE

We do recall the day Abuja
arrived in a strange flying machine 
claimed to have created da ding..
landed at the caffe near..
our lecture halls...

Abuja took some permanent markers-
wrote some gibberish on the wall..
alluding to a malfunction of his-
time machine..the professor came
out to witness crazy Abuja antics

Abuja enters the caff e.. snatches
a newspaper from a lady..eating 
chicken... Bujas claimed he could via..
his time machine read the next 
months newspaper... abuja predicts-
the funny part..he is a bomb expert 
now...trying to stop one from going
kaboom.. in the near future.

according to Bujas as hes fondly named
the machine would stop ze bomb from...
going kaboom..ze future is here bombs-
have gone kaboom but none where...
bujas stood, we are safe bujas neutralized
the kaboom...from ze terrorist..

and to you who will make ze time machine
know our abujas has already traveled
to the future.. we not sure we like him..
messing our future..bujas-
Hopping on his machines the wrong way...
did a hair rising crazy stunt... did i see
a television chute in his contraption...
he flew back to wherever he comes from

its undisputed bujas is crazy,
but its not disputed hes very intelligent..
Mwanoo young buja..
the crazy inventor of our time..
Abuja of the time machine fame..
Abuja - the proffesa frowned....
and ordered us back to our lecture
halls... who knows what he do next..


Lewis k Nyaga

Copyright © LEWIS NYAGA | Year Posted 2015

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Utterly, Utterly, Preposterous



Aliens DO exist and they are observing us guys The way we interact with each other What advice do you think they would give us Would they throw up their hands in disgust And say, “it's no use... people of earth, you just don't get it!” Or would they see hope for us and offer to help Perhaps they've gone through similar “growing pains” Wherever they come from And wish to share their experiences with us At my advanced age, I hope I live long enough to see that day To suggest that we are alone in the universe Is absolutely absurd and beyond my comprehension There are billions upon billions of other galaxies With billions upon billions of other worlds like ours To assume otherwise Is UTTERLY, UTTERLY, PREPOSTEROUS! © Jack Ellison 2014

Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2014

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Tribute to Jimi Hendrix

He came from a distant galaxy
On his way to planet Earth,
he stopped over to visit Mars
but didn’t like the atmosphere
No clubs, outdoor concerts or studios
and just a few microscopic life forms,
thus the audiences were rather sparse
They were rather small-minded as well
and did NOT appreciate his music…

He couldn’t stay here very long either
The Polaris Council advised him to leave
(Many other galaxies to visit ya know)
However, I MAY have some good news
There’s an outside chance he may return
When he thinks we are ready…

 

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015

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Aliens

                     THE ALIENS



Nobody really knew of their existence
 until the year 2626
Prior to that year it was merely speculation
From an old scientist's bag of tricks
Lutus does not lie in the habitable zone of its star
Yet it is habitable 
 Hot and not very far
From Numulus
A mega super star
Sitting in the dark corners of the massive Milky Way
Nobody ever thought that we would see this day
Our predecessors had always talked about extraterrestrials
As little green men
Or horrifying monsters sitting in what looks like a lion’s den
Riding in flying saucers
But those people were double crossers
What we sighted 
Were nothing like men
And were unlikely monsters
As if God wanted to shield humanity from its doom
Aliens approaches with a boom
They were worm like chimeras
With one thousand legs
Or was it feet
Looking for meat
They emerged from their colonies 
That looks like a gigantic cocoon
Lying deep in a sea of water about the size of a lagoon
Glowing with bright light
We humans prepared for a fight
We fires on targets with our sophisticated weapons
The aliens simply multiplied in seconds
Right before their eyes 
We flew to the skies
Because there was no where to hide
And we had lost our pride
We flew away with our rocket boots
And made away with all our loots
To our spacecraft
A masterpiece of technology
But of that age it was an apology
The Lutus D 9 2700
With rock samples and specimens of skin of the worm monsters
What are they made of?
It is hard to tell
But seeing the way they rebel
It is obvious Lutus is hell
Aliens vomited a strange yellowish substance
Some damage the ship and caused resistance
We left our robot guards to contend with them 
As we watched from a distance
What are these simple beings?
That looks like earthly serpents that caused us fleeing
With an enormous strength and size
I saw it swallow up our space mobiles before it flies
They retreat to undisclosed location in the black sea
We dropped a nuclear device and made Lutus history
Intending the total annihilation of the entire worm race
But the more we killed the more these worms full the place
A midst the mushroom cloud
The next nuclear explosion sounded loud
Worms multiplied by asexual union
Army of aliens now over ten thousand billion
We have no other alternative than to abandon mission
This was a very hard decision
For me to take
But it was taken
To avoid internecine before I wake
And a nightmare that took place in Lutus’ black lake

By 
Olusegun Akanbi


	

Copyright © Olusegun Akanbi | Year Posted 2010

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Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt


Spoiled
by Carson Eelman


The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012

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Ego's More Positive Attitude

Dear EcoYin,
did Freud know you as SuperEgo,
while others have know you as Mythic Wisdom
Holy Spirit of Sacred Synergy,
elationally TransParent
PresentPresence,
or sometimes just "ecobliss"
for short?

Dear EgoYang,
you are the reverse side with all the language skills,
does that not leave to you
only double focus Left's deductive resolutions
contrasting angry past synaptic
with fear of future death
as (-,-) co-synaptic,
a LoseLose game scenario
for both your EgoLeftYang
and my EcoRightYin-FractalSquare 4D?

Well yes Dear YinSquared
together we regenerate confluency,
and cognitive-affective dissonance
through our co-arising bicameral mindbody co-mentoring functions.

We so love to grow our mutuality
this co-regenerativity
going back through uracil with cytosine
toward time function as space's 3D emergence
from timeless diastatically elational dual-dense
eco-gravitating eternity
toward which each Loving PresentPresence
co-arisingly (0)-soul balances,
EgoYang with EcoYinRight MindBody,
love as positive sponge 
submerging to cancel angry fears of ego's
false deductive-only fearful,
negative-elational despairing, conclusions
as not-yet-fully comprehensive ecoconsciousness
of Present-CoPresence 
as YangYin temporal spacetime balance
researching  deductively-informing mindbody ecosystems
to regenerate our.inductive-exforming bodymind eco-binomial
universally interdependent PresentPresence CoMemory
of Time's ReVolutionary Great UnFolding Moments
of dancing humane egostar creation story song,
each a holonic piece of time's full polycultural
polypathic great Pre thru PostFolding Story.

There is something about DNA syntaxed regenerative memory
that is Earth-erotic,
not in a nasty incestuous way
but more of a warm bicameral baptismal full mindbody way,
full mindbody EarthTribe Consciousness.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Stuff Made of Angels and Demon

Stuff Made of Angels and Demon
I am just a spirit that roams freely
I grab so much waste it is filthy in mouths alone
The soul burning and dripping with stench
Oozing with rapid decay things do not last in my world
Sharp talons of unbearable piercing grip
The rust that falls from what we throw away
Gushing in our streams of hate and desire
Does not belong in the world of the living
Shunned by goals of wealth and thieves
Comes the point of no return covered in soil
Then comes the light with warmth comes growth
Handling stuff gently through history a glory of faith
Down come white feathers that smite greed
People run to grab not needs they grab wants
The light burns all that grabs wants that is Stuff
In and out of haste flying in between people
Comes more than what they can see
Protecting them from the demons that are objects
Stuff that draws them in angels tugs and pulls them away

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2015

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Aura

In a distant galaxy, there exists a planet called Nubria. It's
a frozen planet - it has been frozen for the past a million
years and counting.... Somewhere in the planet exists
a city called Aura, believed to be founded by Aurora,
goddess of knowledge. Its sky scrapers are so tall,
such that oxygen has to be pumped to the furthest floors
at the top. In case of an invasion, the architectural marvels
camouflage, resembling snow and ice. The city dwellers
are blue-skinned beings - they got their color from their
closest blue star. Their planet rotates around it. Secrets
of the Universe are well preserved in their libraries,
which use holograms instead of books. Mediums and clairvoyants
claim we are not ready to meet them. "We are so destructive
to be trusted with Aura's knowledge," they say.


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Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2015

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Willow's Bluff

An eerie little poem for your enjoyment. 

It's fiction but inspired by a little cave I found this weekend on my woodsy walk ;)
(minus the ghostly whispers!  "OooooOOOO!" heheh) Also a bit of a message in this one. 


Willow's Bluff  (Part 1)
    by Amy Swanson   2.9.2009


The other day I found myself
restless and ill at ease, 
so I thought I'd take a walk
forget my cares in spring's warm breeze.

The forest was so beautiful
and trees, once dead, were turning green
I couldn't help but marvel
at life's mysteries I had seen.

I started on the well worn path
and thought I heard a sound;
it made me jump, I turned to look,
but no one was around.

The sunlight streamed so gloriously
upon my tear stained face
my heart felt light, forgotten cares
just being in this place.

And then it happened once again
I know I heard a noise!
I stopped now, to investigate
This hidden, quiet voice.

I wandered off the walker's trail
into the woods much deeper
I chanced upon a darkened cave
... and the cave's gatekeeper.

A mystical sight to behold
unearthly glowing light
it rose a bit up from the ground
then faded from my sight.

I made my way into the cave
mysteriously dark
and there it was... that voice again...
slowly I embarked

My flashlight shining at full force
was still not bright enough
to counter with this deepening dark
I'd found near Willow's Bluff. 

I heard the eerie whispers now
quite clearly, in my ear
first one, then two, now several more
and though my pioneer

spirit got me into this,
I felt that it was time to flee!
I turned and ran the opposite way
the voices though, were still with me!

I thought I knew the way back out
I tripped my way along
my flashlight flickered one last light
... I found that I was wrong...

somehow my turns had led me
down a path I did not know;
I turned to walk the other way -
but there was no place left to go.



*continue to Part 2*

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

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Willow's Bluff, part 2

** continued from part 1, please read that one first **



Willow's Bluff  (Part 2)
   by Amy Swanson     2.9.2009


The whispers getting louder now,
my screams rose silently
trying to escape my lips,
my arms now  beating violently!

"Let me go! What do you want!?"
my mind's voice now demanded
of the whispering captors
who somehow held me, stranded.

The pressure of the moment
held me paralyzed with fear.
Oh how I wish I'd stayed away
and never come in here!

Tightening around my chest
and whispers growing still...
my mind was racing frantically,
my body felt a chill.


And then... a human voice... a light...
the sun gentle and warm...
my eyelids fluttered... I awoke,
completely safe from harm.

My husband leaned down close to me
and said "Are you all right?
You took a spill and konked your head,
you gave us all a fright."

Confused, I nodded slowly
and my eyes turned toward the river
the path I'd taken in my dream was there...!
I felt a shiver.

"Yes, yes, of course, I'm doing fine,
don't worry about me.
I'll be right there, you go ahead,
but first, there's something I must see."

I saw the path, still beckoning
it looked as in my dream...
a little further down the way
...the same unsettling theme.

The cave stood eerily in sight,
but I did not venture in.
A million questions to my mind,
this journey from within.

What did it mean? and how
could I explain what I had seen?
I chose to bury it down deep
and call it ... just a dream.

They say that only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread
walking down an unknown path
can lead straight to the dead.

One thing for certain, deep inside
I know this was not fluff -
so if you find an unknown path...
beware of Willow's Bluff.

Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2009

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AFRICA REVOLUTION 1

I believe my words meets you in good  state of mind
 and health
Do you believe africa can become a better continent?
 If so,how?
Young pepole must change their attitude__any part
 of their mindset holding them back!
If so,they should set goals to improve their behaviour
 and find solutions to challenges facing africa.
Young people must work twice as hard to make africa
 a better continent:
We have no time to waste but to make this continent
 that the LORD gave us a better place for
  future generations.
Our children must be able to hit the ground running
 to get somewhere meaningful.
We must work wholeheartedly in order to transform static
 policies since we got independence!
Africa should not be the only continent in the world where 
 outsiders find cheap commodities and slaves 
  to improve their economies!
That backwater theory must change,something beautiful 
 needs to happen very quickly!
Spectators have portrayed africa's reign as a missed
 opportunity to tackle problems___
A yawning rich-poor gap to stiffly politics
 and controversial policies__
That africa's collective leadership have been too timid 
 to implement good governance policies
  because of remote controlled influence!
Something wonderful must happen to our mindset__
Europe or America did not develop in one day!
And technology did not fall from heaven___
 but it was invented and innovated.
Where africa cannot create,let us buy advanced 
 green technology,
to make rock-solid industriariazation
I believe,africa's economy can grow to become among
 the world's largest economies___
And our per capita income can quituple!

chipepo lwele
*To my fellow africans both living in africa or outside africa

Copyright © chipepo lwele | Year Posted 2012

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The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

Copyright © LIde Sangtam | Year Posted 2012

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a purple planet

One night and one
sound
one place in a crowd
too many flowers
no room for a frown
places are higher
the World and the news
people and places
a distance for spaces
a planet with wastelands
a future with grape lands
cloudy with rooms
more flowers and brooms
jewels and the bunnies
bracelets for no money
a panther and the day light
a creature and the new sights
blue wars that go around the moon
makes prettier roses
and more waters bloom

Copyright © Ernestine Wilson | Year Posted 2005

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Thanksgiving for Time's Healthy Harvest

I have been finishing up Sacred Economics during this time of fall harvest and thanksgiving. I have enjoyed this read especially as I add in vocabulary and analogy from my background in Permaculture Design and Community Development.

Eisenstein's economics of a more beautiful world 
follows the ecologic of health, 
like a richly embryonic egg-yolk 
pulls its developmental compost 
from ecologically balanced, 
ubiquitously transparent, 
gooey to more scientific-reductive touch, 
norms.

So, this gives me cause for regenerative thanksgiving, 
in this Earth-optimizing time 
of Co-Falling and Co-Arising Harvest.

One illustration, my additions in brackets: 

"The money [health] system we have today 
is the manifestation of the scarcity mentality 
that has dominated our civilization 
[and threatened our wilderness Commons] 
for centuries. 

When that mentality changes, 
the money [health] system will change 
to embody a new [eco]consciousness. 

In our current [competitively unhealthy] money system, 
it is mathematically 
[and logically]
impossible for more than a minority of people 
[and species] 
to live in abundance, 
because the money [health and beauty] creation process 
maintains 
[yet also struggles with] 
systemic [economic and political power] scarcity. 

One man's [Yang-power] prosperity 
is another man's [Yin-flow/function] poverty." 
[And, therefore, 
the prosperous man's reverse-co-falling flow/function yin-poverty issue 
as well.]

Co-arising with co-falling abundant thanksgiving-it-forward harvest
of eco-centric consciousness.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015