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A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be

Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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peace

“Peace” whispered a child. It was an arbitrary gust that carried the word to a 
young man who repeated it out loud in a very positive tone. “Peace” he said and 
the message caught the ear of a sprite old man.

Loudly he spoke into a fast moving breeze “Peace’ he declared and the air 
carried the communication miles dropping it into thousands of ears.

“Peace” roared the crowd and the word grew wings and flew into a hurricane 
that echoed in the ears of the masses.

Millions uttered “Peace” and in an irony of nature the moving wings of a tiny 
hummingbird sent the expression on a trip that encompassed the whole planet. 
The declaration fell on every ear and every person was sure their God had 
spoken to them.

Maybe he had because from that day on every human had the spirit of peace in 
the blood that flowed through their hearts. Peace was now the liquid that 
sustained them and with it they could explore the beauty that existed both 
within and outside of them.

“Love” whispered a child. 

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

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7 Gifts of the Holy Spirit Prayer

Lord God,
Stretch our mind/s with deep understanding of Wisdom
To obtain positive understanding with every complications
Counsel us with guidelines in our work

Give us Fortitude, strength, Patience and Tolerance to finish in peace successfully
Deliver knowledge in our mind/s
For us to receive Piety, goodness and devoutness to get satisfaction
With Holy Fear of the Lord-God, I/we ask in the name of Father Christ Jesus to be with us now and forever.

Amen 
09122012

People can change the “our” to “their”, “him” or “his” when praying for others.

Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2012

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Mocking The Raven

When I was young, I would mock the raven,
Never dreaming her harsh call was a cry
Across the water to the castle of her brother
King Bram, the Raven, ruler of the British Isles.
Never did I dream of the destruction 
That would follow this desperate plea
Sent upon the wings of a blackened crow.

When I was young, I thought childhood
Would last forever; secure in my father's care,
Content in the loving arms of my mother,
Never did I dream of the devastating war
That would follow this messenger of our doom
Carried across the seas to inflict upon our land
A war of vengeful purpose and contempt.

When I was young, peace prevailed in our land;
Our King was just and beloved by his people.
Then came a marriage, an alliance between
Ireland and England.  Queen Branwen;
Discontent, lonely, hungry for power,
Hated by her court for the intrigue
And bloody sanctions imposed upon all
Who did not obey her sanctimonious whim;
Queen Branwen, beautiful daughter of England.

When I was young, I stood beneath
The blasted pine, looking up at the black bird
As she screamed out her litany of wrongs,
Watching as she lifted her wings to soar across the water.
My father, general of Ireland, fell upon the shores
Fighting to repel Bran's vengeful warriors;
My mother, condemned by her beauty
Fell among the vanquished women.

When I was young, I did not fear the raven;
Now I live in the court of the Raven King,
He, who conquered my people for naught as his sister
Queen Branwen, the White Raven, took her life
And walks now, shriven and pale, among the graves
Of the fallen warriors; forever singing her lament
Of sorrow and regret; far too late, far too late.

When I was young, I believed in the goodness of men.
Now I am old; my raven hair is streaked with silver.
The voice of Bran echoes through this palace
As he cries out exhortations to his conquering soldiers;
As he cries for peace and fellowship in his land.
When I was young, I would mock the raven;
Now I am old and have harnessed the power
Of the raven's call.  I cry to my people for vengeance;
I wait for their rescue, as I haunt the halls of the Raven King.



[Loosely based on the legend of Bran, the Raven King of England 
and Branwen, his sister, who was married to the king of Ireland.  
It is said that King Bran speaks still in England through the cries of the raven.]


{by Deb Radke -- written for the contest 'Among the Dead'}



Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2011

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Okay so just to remind you

Okay so just to remind you, you are absolutely amazing. You make my day every day. I have a smile on my face constantly. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up & the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I’m defiantly lucky to have such an incredible girlfriend like you. You are the biggest sweetheart, ever. I adore everything about you. I will do everything in my power to keep you in my life. I want you & only you. You’re beautiful inside & out. I fall more & more for you every day. & I’m so in love with your voice, it’s the cutest thing ever! Stay sweet baby. You’re one in a million.

Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2012

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Never make a perminent decision on temperory feelings

Never make a perminent decision on temperory feelings. I cant take back the words i never said. When me and you are together nothing is better . He was so easy to love , but i guess love wasn't enough .The past is ment to be left behind , the present is ment to be lived now and the future is ment to make you everything you are. Ending everything isnt as hard as it seems i guess it will just make everything ok for me. People don't change , they just become the person they were really supost to be .

Copyright © craig schaber | Year Posted 2012

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Science and Religion

My soul is Hindu...
My head is Islam...
My heart is Christian...
Every part of our body has various righteousness.

Every religion is teaching us the knowledge of humanity and love.
Truly religion gives us strong base of life and peace.

Similarly science means comprehensive knowledge.
Science is teaching us the knowledge of existence and prosperity.

Scientific religion is called spiritualism.
 
It's the historical contribution of science and religion.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA

Copyright © Sandip Goswami | Year Posted 2014

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All About A Red Saturday

At last time has brought me to this day yet again on another Saturday night things forever will end sweet flowers with petals in need For me it is nothing more than a day my life will begin the pain I feel will forever remain yet to others it is merely a Saturday Here I stand at the path of yesterday and today for tomorrow there will be nothing more to say in so many demanding ways I thank God it is Saturday The last day in a week seen as play but as for me it is such a lonesome day tomorrow is day number one the day life begins has yet begun Peace floods me in my solace this day knowing it is final, done, ended, this 5th day in May the day I was finally told to give up and walk away I am no longer trapped by my fears or waiting for he to cause me pain I am the one who won on this Saturday At last I do not care to be played or hurt to the extreme, a lovers old tired game I want to thank you for moving on to another's sweet way This will forever be known as Red's blessed Saturday and with this release back into the wild game I find my heart pure for those locked deeply away thank you for letting me be and not trying to keep hurting me SATURDAY is officially my lucky day! enjoy the date that you made, love her deeply, cherish her face for I will forever remain ever-so grateful for this Saturday To you both I thank you, and send a prayer of passionate love your way! At last I can be happy all because of one Saturday in May! To me a new anniversary I have now made, with God's amazing grace.

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012

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White Feather Spirit

laid me down within cold tomb light capture me neath baying tree feel thy warmth once more white spirit of feathered down lay upon my soul pray set me to rest
Written to accompany one of my photographs. This is the link to the image... http://www.redbubble.com/people/indigo-song/works/8341009-white-feather-spirit

Copyright © Peter Churchley | Year Posted 2012

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Loving Defiance

Punishing for revenge,
could this occur to natural systems
without capacity to imagine alternative futures?

Punishing others for their defiant behavior,
actions and words stronger than merely ignorant
bolder than merely angry with each other, and ourselves,
but how much more
to accurately measure fair consequences
for words of anger
compared to more aggressive, too often violent,
defiance?

If I had never been a victim of another's vengeance,
bullying,
violence of word and deed,
intent and practice to exercise power of revenge
against a defiant world,
including me,
however unwittingly, impersonally, 
would all defiance in my life
calm down into more generic anger
about fear of living as dying alone,
haunting dreams of chronic claustrophobic stress?

Perhaps my defiance was merely being who I really am,
but it didn't look right through your vengeance lens of opportunity
v. risk.
A safer mark becomes another punished victim
growing increasingly defiant and/or depressed.

Repressive chronic stress
echoing post-partum critical stress disorder,
and fear of Ego's demise
predicting total loss of sensory consciousness,
loss of love co-arising Time and Life,
CoPresent TransParent Consciousness,
Communicant of InFormating Memory Strains.

If no defiant anger,
then no punishing revenge.
If no revengeful lack of mercy,
then no fear-filled anger,
opening each moment's life
to love's new-old possibilities.

An empire of nations and tribes,
and sometimes mobs and klans,
invested in competing my anger against your fear.
Evil intent and competitive will have suboptimized Live 
by divesting of truly symbiotic evolution,
settling for lack-of-love anger management,
yet faithing nondual co-arising healthy regeneration trends
for all Earth's Tribes,
but only worshiped as NotNot HumanNatural EcoSystemic Universal Timeless Power and Integrative Function
by HumanNatural EcoSystems,
perversely enough.

An empirically deductive-dominant historical culture
falls defiantly apart,
angry and afraid,
to open unoccupied space for empathic nondual love,
peacefully interdependent governance,
mutually subsidiary co-mentoring ego/eco balance therapists
advocating contentment of cooperative ecosystems
over contention of competitive  political-economic systems,
designing and developing merciful justice 
as active pay-it-forward peace.

PreMillennial Tyranny of angry frightening gods and destiny
fading before Great Transition Bodhisattva Warriors
finding good humor in mutual co-existing on Earth as Host,
serving nutritious composting manna,
to all permacultural role-models
aspiring toward polycultural outcomes,
BiCameral Occupier-Parasites 
filled with nuclear-neural folding and unfolding regeneratively-timed virus,
benign merger messages of deductive/inductive-empathic balance,
like breathing in and out,
to produce healthier and safer outcomes than revenge,
followed by more defiance, etc.

Revenge breeds defiance
as forgiveness and zero-interest investments
breed co-arising love/live and nutritional prosperity.

Forgiving defiance,
whether personal or political,
whether economic or environmental,
predicts optimal revenge
of loving anger and fear
as they co-mentor our selves,
our cells,
our memory of time,
both day and night bicameral.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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The Descent

Wispy clouds of white
surround me and hold me
tenderly as I float 
effortlessly through the sky
on this day of days
filled with sunshine
warm breezes and
the scent of lilacs mixed
with new mown hay

Over streams and valleys
I journey caressing the
tree tops as I pass overhead
finding myself intermingled
with a flock of sparrows
winging their way toward
their favorite roosting grounds
on the valley floor

Suddenly I am drawn into
a rain cloud and its
gentle drops cleanse
my entire being and
leave me to dry in the
warm winds that turn
each droplet of moisture
into a silk like lotion
that softens my skin and
soothes my inner soul

As I draw ever closer
to the rich green grass
below me I feel a peace
enveloping me as if my 
journey's end were near
and my life's fears and
all of its sorrows might
end this day never more
to return

I descend slowly like  
a feather and nestle
into a thick growth
of grass that seems to
welcome me as the blades
work in unison taking 
possession of my body
and with my final movement
and as consciousness fades
I am transformed

Copyright © Charles Gragg | Year Posted 2014

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I Shall Wait For You My Beloved

I shall wait for you to come my beloved
For you are my white star of twilight
The moon in the sky’s far end

I shall rise up with thee
Lie down with thee
For in my dreams thou art always with me

Oh Great Spirit
When our time has come
Join us together as one in the wilderness of your sacred home
When you look upon us give us your peace and refreshing sleep

For you and I my beloved, are two halves joined together
Each others distant shore
The left and right wings of the bird
Two halves of a seashell

We are apart, yet connected by a greater love
I shall wait for you my love 

The sun and moon bless the union of our spirits
Designed by our Creator for life’s endless journey
Joined like a tree to earth, a cloud in the sky
You are a part of me, as I am of you
Bonded by the Great White Spirit

You are my love, my heart’s best  friend
Our love will never cease, never end
I know it is thou who moves within my heart
Now and forever my beloved - I shall wait for you to come
Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ my love
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"Ayor’ Anosh’ ni’ means I love you in Navajo"

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2012

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Justice for All

When Christmas comes, we hope for rebirth of truth and love, man for man,
from the story spoken time after time to children who hear other (hate) words 
and wonder if it's true that Jesus Christ is the Savior and King of the Jews.
Throughout history, the world despises and slings venom as dung for every ear. 
Truth matters not; that God held Jews above every man. Jealousy reigns and 
envy turns to bile. During that "War of all wars," one man, blinded by hate 
and driven by evil, screamed death and power.The German people were victims
of lies, repeated ad nauseam, that force creates a perfect race, a just cause for
 killing the Jews, the lame, the old, the blind, "useless humanity," he called them.

But destruction snares those who hate and justice reigns where hearts are true.
Heroes are born and demons are crushed. After the horrors of war, a peaceful
era when many learn to respect the Jews and deplore the deeds of one vile man.
Only fools applaud evil or excuse atrocities fueled by hate. NATO restored 
their land, re-established the Jewish nation in 1948. Some resisted, and fought 
against them. Why can we not embrace the truth - that every man deserves life, 
free from wrath? The time has come. It's long overdue, Let us see it for Jewish
and Christians alike. For now, the misguided hate us too. We stand together 
against prejudice. 

   When Christmas comes, we hope for rebirth of truth and love, man for man,
from the story spoken time after time to children who hear other (hate) words 
and wonder if it's true that Jesus Christ is the Savior and King of the Jews.
Throughout history, the world despises and slings venom as dung for every ear. 
Truth matters not; that God held Jews above every man. Jealousy reigns and 
envy turns to bile. During that "War of all wars," one man, blinded by hate 
and driven by evil, screamed death and power.The German people were victims
of lies, repeated ad nauseam, that force creates a perfect race, a just cause for
 killing the Jews, the lame, the old, the blind, "useless humanity," he called them.

But destruction snares those who hate and justice reigns where hearts are true.
Heroes are born and demons are crushed. After the horrors of war, a peaceful
era when many learn to respect the Jews and deplore the deeds of one vile man.
Only fools applaud evil or excuse atrocities fueled by hate. NATO restored 
their land, re-established the Jewish nation in 1948. Some resisted, and fought 
against them. Why can we not embrace the truth - that every man deserves life, 
free from wrath? The time has come. It's long overdue, Let us see it for Jewish
and Christians alike. For now, the misguided hate us too. We stand together 
against prejudice. 

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014

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Desert Peace

           Desert Peace

Man's desire to live apart
   savage and unruly.
Hiding out among misfits;
   kindred spirits.
Entwining allegiances
   bask softly in the desert sun,
desperate to find a peace.
   Peace that blooms in every soul,
each one at his own pace.
   Growling and groveling until havoc is wracked
and there is nothing more left to bleed.
   Summon strength from the hearts weakness.
Commit thyself doubly, 
   as you would a passion pursuit. 
A lonely soul is one whose direction is misspent.
   Live as the lizards and mice and hawks do.
Quiet, peaceful-obedient to self.

Copyright © Erin C.C. | Year Posted 2015

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The Golden Fertility of the Harvest

He is the sinking of the final red orange sun of the glowing summer 
Warmth no longer oozing and seeping into the pores as I lie bare under the skies 
Jeweled dewdrops on the morning grass to dampen bare feet all softness under  
And the shimmer on the surface of the lakes like the diamonds in your eyes 

He is the golden cusp pf Autumn's Fertility 
The ritual dance of the scarecrow in the breezes 
(Straw coming loose and flying towards you, most certainly 
will brush up against you and tickle before he ceases)  
 
And this thinner less lumpy all seeing scarecrow  
Seems to be in no remorse: his knowing face will always grin  
And his arms will always be raised in a wave to show 
He will protect the yellow brown stalks that bend before him 
 
He is the crisp wind that caresses the crinkled foliage 
Their rustling like long flowing skirts on a 1940s ballroom floor 
These winds chill the fingers and toes and your face with the stinging red roses  
Yet when winter beckons the retreating light, we will be frozen at its core 

He is silent snowfalls and many winter moons  
And the brown earth beginning to expose itself  
The uncoiling of green and mud beginning to ooze  
And all new life breaking free from its fragile shell

Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2012

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Lost in Your Eyes

I feel myself being pulled out of my body 
into wondrously beautiful orbs, 
so deep and mysterious but yet so full of emotion and life. 

As I enter I am immediately infused 
with the most profound feeling of love and kindness 
that my only thought is that 
I have passed into the very place imagined by many to be heaven. 

An immeasurable power of comfort and compassion swirls around me 
as if it were a mist made up of tiny soft flowers, 
beautiful and vibrant, smelling like a meadow in the springtime 
when everything that is new begins to bloom. 

The sky is colored a soft and calming blue 
that gives a promise of a lifetime of warm summer days. 
I wander through this place aimlessly but unafraid that I am lost, 
and then I see a form in the distance, 
a vision so beautiful that my eyes struggle to focus 
and my mind is barely able to comprehend. 

As I look upon this angelic presence I am suddenly aware it is you, 
your face softly gleaming with the radiance of life and love itself, 
sending it throughout this place like the sun lights the earth. 

Your hair, streaming upward 
and giving the very sky its color and promise of everlasting summer days, 
your arms feeding the mists of comfort and compassion 
that swirls and drifts through every part of this wondrous place 
and blankets it with your tenderness. 

At this moment I realize where I am, 
I am in a place I never want to return from, 
I am lost in your eyes......

Copyright © Thomas King | Year Posted 2014

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Grandad's Missing

There's a void, now
Where once a steadfast heart beat time
The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse
With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy
To scale that mighty pinnacle
The Rock, within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath
The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past
A fault free seam constructing firm foundations
Binding those within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
A hollow cavern 
echoing the anger and the pain
Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements
The source of unremitting pain
Within the bosom of the family

There's a void, now
So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories
Harvesting the richness of their meaning
The fullness of the seed sown long ago
To bloom forever within the bosom of the family

Copyright © CAROL ROBINSON | Year Posted 2007

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LOVE DIDACTICS

The primacy of love is 'totalmente' undisputed,
An authority of orderliness in a tumultuous society,
A powerful dose to subdue war;  
A conspicuous symptom of our world's malady.

Love 'originalism' is not 'paternalism' but an explicit form of 'maternalism',
It's not a brimborion expression nor a vacuous indoctrination,
It's not professions of some 'high-falutin' 'gran rabino',
But an absolute lifestyle of a dinkum person.

(c) 2011

Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2011

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Climates of Ballistic Management

Senator Fuller,
a permaculture designer
turned architect of exterior landscapes
then public sector architect
of EarthShip cooperative interior landscapes,
is with us today
to tell us about why he supports Sanders,
at this point in time,
although he is making no commitments about tomorrow.

Welcome Senator,
always good to share your day.

Well, thanks again for having this sometimes tangential Plan B
back for another swing and plug
for supporting Cooperative Community Economic Development, 
locally, in your own climaxing,
or not-so-much wanna-be climaxing community,
through your own time and money, if you have any,
and most folks who get to be up about my age have some
that we might not need right away,

but also supporting Cooperative CED nationally,
through federal economic 
and political policies,
support using WinWin-transparent policy development procedures
as permaculture design's eco-logical 
health and sustainable-safety standards.

ReGenerative Security Standards 
seem to define themselves 
by first developing an inclusive-co-operative trend 
of positive-nutrient polycultural perpetual slow growth 
gradually merging into economic and political health and sustainability, 
both Interior/Ego and Exterior/Eco Landscapes.

Community Economic Therapy is positively intended OVER negative-distended 
Tipping Point discernment procedures,
which would also be useful for global ecological-climate issue framing
and positive polycultural dialectic landscape discernment
of local thru global health-trends,
and cooperative public resonance-optimization resolution,
with WinWin outcome structural-procedural defaults.

Senator, there might be one or two people in our listening audience
not so much interested in the math and science and binary technology
paradigms of systemic-temporal thought,
perhaps you could say more about
how you got excited about Community Economic Development
as a model for optimizing health and safety outcomes
in the public sector,
or private sector,
whichever way you want to go with that.

Sure.
Let's see,
perhaps we could walk down Bucky Fuller's creation story
for a bit,
which is more or less my own story too,
with Bucky at birth and side
talking, talking in endless strings of language
that sounded rich and good
but perhaps overly defined and deviantly speciated
to achieve fuller diastatic enculturation outcomes.

Imagine evolution invests positively
in a cooperatively therapeutic journey.
Somewhat restrained if you are polypathing yourself
into an echoing silo,
even if your own Ego emerges
contentedly destined for a PolyCultural (0)Multisystemic DenseHealth Point,
very much like a Janus bright enlightened ecoconsciousness revolutionary
transmillennial tipping point face 
looking back in time to our dense TransParent Cosmological Black Hole.

Ummm. Excuse me, Senator, 
maybe it would be better to veer away from cosmology
or any paradigm that might speak of science or,
much worse,
math.
I have ratings to consider.

Well, evolution is not just about nature and science 
and the physical universe,
or at least I think that's where I was heading,
into Bucky's evolution of his Interior Space
as Plan B-Atman,
holonic of Plan A-TimePrime 
CoOperative 
BiLateral 
Diastatic 
Timeless Eco Relationship.

If evolution is an investment in a cooperative journey
toward a shared destiny of health and safety,
then evolution is about cooperative (0)-centric interest transactional ecotherapeutic economics and politics of conscience,
but also about who and what we eat
and don't eat,
who and what we love
and who and what we are angry about and/or terrified of,
instead of being accessibly CoPresent love 
becoming EarthShip TransParent CoPresent Time. 

Bucky's comprehensive consciousness 
speaks to synergetic purpose of integrative evolution,
to relearn,
as a global DNA-encultured species, 
evolving through positive deviant outlyer polypathic individuals,
we already are the healthiest cooperative economy
of co-gravitational synergetic positive relationships,
permaculturally-potentiated as reiterative bicameral communication strings
of perennial nature/nurture memory cycles,
heading toward ever-more comprehensive predictive power
to harvest positive-nutrient enculturing eco-consciousness
within [concave (-,-) dipolar coarising function] as without [cogravitational thermodynamic balance of Earth's DNA/RNA dark/light down/up fractal syntax for cold/warm neural appositional codex,
speaking the negative trends of angry past and future fear Becoming
surrounding LovePeace Positive Present CoPresent Being.

Oops, there we go again, 
just when I thought we were heading toward
how to restructure our political economy 
to cooperate more nutritiously toward healthy diastasis
and warm Beloved Communities
of heaven on Earth,
I start hearing about iconic frequencies of RNA
and other regenerative issues and concerns
not easily or lightly shared.
Senator, it sounds like your own journey
has been influenced by Taoism
and you read Bucky through that way of
comprehending Time's BiLateral Way.

That's fair;
I certainly do that,
but doesn't everybody?

Doesn't everyone do what, exactly,
Senator?

Doesn't everyone absorb positive nutrients
to optimize the regenerative pulse of time
incarnating within anthrocentric bicameral
mindbodies,
plotting and planning,
designing and developing,
economic and political optimization strategies,
husbandry and parenting,
agricultural scientific research,
eco-parasitic DNA-syntaxed 
as individuated co-arising identity
within Earth as Benign (0)-Centric Host
of Heaven's Divine Bounty
as informed Earth,
as Elational Time,
BiFolding Ballistic Past 
to Ecofold FutureBallast Prime Relationships
of ReGenerative Health and Wealth?

Honestly, Senator, at the moment
I couldn't say
whether anyone has ever done that,
but apparently you have,
and please know we are all
Occupying EcoBodhisattva PolyCultural Warrior Space
with you.

Preciate, Sister Glory.

Elate, Brother Fuller.












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Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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I HAVE YOU

(Dedicated to Penny Wilcox)

Nice people, rear to come by without ulterior motive
 Good fellows tend to strain from doing what they do
Because of unpleasant surprises they sometimes get
Bad girls are everywhere pretending to be angels
Animals in human physique living “animalistic”
But you are different, of exceptional attitude
I believe that your virtues are divine
You are a fabulous creature that really exist
Radiant, full of happiness and love
You are sweeter than honey pie
Eagle –eyed with supersonic focus
My first love that saw the need to smile in me
And always encourage me to do smile
You are not too old to be my sister
Neither are you too young to be my mother
I am whatever you want in me
Very perfect to be my friend
The first to know by revelation that I’m blessed
I know I am a blessed man because I have you as my friend

© 2010 

Copyright © Joshua Akinwande | Year Posted 2011

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Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue

Copyright © anne p. murray | Year Posted 2012

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After Reading Rumi

... I felt the world open up
before my eager eyes.
A rusted gear from within,
began to crank without compensation.
An unexpressed thought,
that words could not describe,
but merely approximated
by divine decree.
A foreign emotion being made
familiar; the Tower or Babel being turned
on it's proverbial head.

I wanted to see it all at once,
the world that was just given,
but handed it back instead.
I treated what I learned
like a four-leaf clover.
May someone else pick it up again
and carry on with that fragment
of well wishes.
In the words of Rumi, today
I seek wisdom by becoming Somebody, 
compared to yesterday and my goals of cleverness.
The world could not be
changed by words alone...

... I rolled up my sleeves.



NOTE: Rumi was a famous poet in the thirteenth century. His work has inspired me quite a few times. I don't know if he was Christian or not, but there was a lot of wisdom in his poetry... I'd definitely recommend him!

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013

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Sublime Terror

Let's say I am an anthropocentric terrorist.

What would we be saying? 
And isn't that redundant somehow?
If terrorists are ethnocentric,
does that not also require you to indulge in anthro-centrism?

I suppose
if you are not an Anthro,
then it's OK not to care the least bit whether you live or die.
Or, 
even better,
your death is more attractive to me than your life,
especially if I might eat you,
or at least use your well-blooded body to fertilize my barren soil,
and assume your assets as my own.

But, as long as I'm part of human nature,
you have no negative campaign plans for my more timely demise?

That could depend on whether I am a cultural supremacist,
or just a generic anthro-species elitist,
without further violent prejudices
and control issues,
and lack of ecological respect for Earth's healthy future.

I suppose terrorists don't celebrate Earth Day,
or not with any integrity.
But if you were both a cultural and anthro supremacist
and I am of your specific Tribe,
as you cut up your Good v Bad World,
then we're both good right?
I can go about my business
and you aren't trying to rain on
or reign over
my parade?

Well, what if I were predisposed to live and let live 
within my little Tribe,
but not to tolerate other competitive EgoManiacs?
I guess I would be rather a jealous god
of all I see and smell and touch and covet.

Yes, safest to simply skip egocentrism altogether.

Best for you; because not best for terrorist me.
And what form or function remains for your self-identity?

Without ego dominating consciousness of identity,
replacement candidates might be zero-centrism,
or eco-centrism,
relational-functionalism,
or EarthTribal integrity.
These might remove this primal taproot
for ethnocentric terror,
and fear of kosmic death.

And, if we lived in a culture of interdependent natural systems,
and some say we do,
well,
actually,
I don't think this is even a matter of scientific dispute;
anyway, if we lived without ethnocentric walls and barriers,
aversions and prejudice,
what about ageism and sexism?

Without ego-identity dominance,
then we all share a polycultural polypath,
a cooperative Commons of interrelationship.
Diversity continues deeply rich and good
within Earth's promising health
for future generations of all species.

These seem like nested root systems,
from individual ego supremacy
enabling prejudicial elitism
both within AnthroFamily
and between AnthroFamily
and our more inclusive RNA/DNA languaged EarthTribe.

Yes, if we could each just get over our less regenerative selves
and further invest in polypathic cooperative planning and policies,
strategies and logistics,
we could create a shared Earth
in which we would all find it much less risky
to let go of our overly dominant EgoIdentity,
ready to step into a more bicamerally balancing comprehension,
consciousness of EarthTribe's sacred moment by moment primal identity;
to see and hear and feel without,
love and reiterate and resonate within.

More of an Earth-bonded lover
consuming and producing interdependent contentment,
cooperatively researching contentiousness
for content appropriate to each moment's full potential.

Well,
at least not an ego-ethno-anthro-centric terrorist.

How about an ego-ethno-anthro integrative terrificist?

I like EarthBound Wonderist.

You sound like an unearthly wanderist.

I suppose that's better than feeling like an Earth Day terrorist. 

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Earthly Peace

When I was just a boy

you said peace will come

and reign a long time

how many more

must die before

we pretend no more

 

Yes, we do

pretend that

all's well

in the garden

but peace on earth

seems far away

further than ever

 

Every mother cries

like no man can cry

for peace on earth 

 

Now I am getting old

I know as wisdom tells me

that peace on earth will come

when peace on earth will come

and peace on earth will come

when peace on earth will be.

Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2013

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ANGEL WITH AN UMBRELLA

Encumbered with the walker
blankets for the wet bench,
sheets of water splashing the cement.
I ventured to my smoking spot
face hidden inside my hooded coat.

I light my fire stick,

letting drops of water 
reverberate on my hood.

My angel came walking by
called my name;

gave me her umbrella and kept on walking.

Copyright © Gisele Vincent-Page | Year Posted 2011

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the loudest silence

the silence almost too heavy for my woozy body.
outside, kissing a cigarette, "goodnight",
i scuffled through the neighborhood. it was so quiet.
once i stopped moving, stopped thinking, stopped feeling...
i noticed the loudest noise.
climbing through my ears, rupturing the drums.
the creeking of my bones stopped for just a moment.
a lapse in times
where nothing seemed as it was.
i was nothing, but a speck of dust
floating. i looked up at the stars
and saw a thousand years of sisters
reaching down for me. all the fears
seemed so small. a numbing bliss.
smoke dripped from my mouth
and i heard one of them snicker,
"just a child to this earth
and already planning the great escape."
and yes, i know,
the slowest form of suicide resides in each stick.
when will i stop? is it the weather
that has warped my heart so?
the bitterness clinging to flesh.
each shivering bump gives way to this despondency.
once so jagged and scattered,
my new exterior scarred and healing.
if you can even call this recovery.

oh, god, do you see me?
may you happen to glance at this retched soul
and see the vacancy in my gaze.
i've not a thing for you but this shell.
the pitiful excuse of a human being.
may you guide me through the years
and help me dry these tears.
i pray each night, you'll bring me home
for i have learned that i am no one's hero, 
not even my own.

Copyright © Evelyn Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Love of Peace

We seem to have forgotten
That there’s a lion loose in a
Neighborhood of fear
Don’t sing this to me all these years later
The melody of a mane barely visible
The murky light of a beacon
That transcends a multitude of knowing
The fear is unreasonable 
But simultaneously real
Absent from vision, the roar
Is deafening
In the ears straining to hear
The sound of peace

Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2015

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Declaration of InterDependence

When in the Course of Earth’s climatic events, 
it becomes necessary for cultures to resolve political bands 
which have connected Her with human nature, 
and to assume among the powers of Earth, 
separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Earth’s Health entitle them, 
a deep respect for the opinions of others requires 
that we should declare the causes which impel us to this Declaration of Interdependence.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, 
that all Earth’s Tribes are primally regenerative, 
that we are endowed by Elders with certain unalienable Rights,
that among these are Life as Love, 
Liberty from Terror and Liberty to Nurture, 
and the evolution of  CoOperative Health as Happiness.
That to secure these rights, 
Governments are instituted within and between Earth’s Tribes, 
deriving our just powers through therapeutic discernment of the governed, 
That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of Healthy Life, 
Liberty, 
and CoOperative Happiness, 
it is the Right of Earth’s Tribes to alter or to abolish it, 
and to institute new Government, 
laying its cooperative foundation on such ecological principles 
and organizing its health-powers in such form 
and multicultural function, 
as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Health Safety and Loving Happiness. 

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that regenerative nutrient-systems long established 
should not be changed for light and transient causes; 
and accordingly all experience has shown, 
that human nature is more disposed to suffer, 
while evils are sufferable, 
than to right ourselves by evolving the self-governing functions 
to which we are more accustomed. 
But when a long train of anthrocentric abuses and usurpations of power 
used as a weapon, 
evinces a design to reduce multiculturally enriching outcomes 
under anthrocentric despotism, 
it is Earth’s right,
it is EarthTribe’s regenerate duty, 
to throw off such pathologies of government, 
and to provide new mentors and models for future health and security.

Such has been the patient sufferance of these DNA/RNA Tribes; 
and such is now the necessity which constrains us 
to cooperatively reweave our former Competing Systems of Government. 

The history of the present nation-states is a history of repeated injuries 
and usurpations of cooperative governance powers, 
all having in direct object the establishment of mutual immunity 
and anthrocentric hubris. 

To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.
We have refused Earth’s Assent to Love’s Natural Laws, 
the most wholesome and necessary for good multicultural outcomes.
We have discouraged governments from passing laws of immediate and pressing climatic importance.
We have refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of all Earth’s Tribes 
and EcoSystems, 
a right inestimable to them 
and formidable to tyrants only. 

We have dissolved entire species and healthy ecosystems repeatedly, 
opposing with manly firmness Earth’s matriotic rights of  healthy evolution.

We have refused WinWin ecotherapeutic orthopraxis for a long time, 
nation-states remaining in the mean time exposed to all the WinLose dangers 
of aggressive invasion from without, 
and terrorist convulsions within.

We have endeavoured to remove and destroy indigenous populations of these States; 
refusing to  encourage their healthy migrations, 
and appropriating Earth’s Commons through commodification.

We have affected to render the Military independent of WinWin therapeutic outcomes 
and competitively superior to Civil powers 
of active political and economic cooperation.

We have combined with other nations 
to subject ourselves to a jurisdiction foreign to Earth’s regenerative constitution, 
not acknowledging symbiotic processes 
of mutually subsidiary and complementary evolution.

We have not protected ourselves from punishment and defiance 
by deep learning rewards of empathic trust 
and healthy love of truths within nutritious beauty.

We have plundered our seas, 
ravaged our Coasts, 
burnt our habitats, 
and suboptimized the lives of our diverse nonverbal and marginalized residents.

We have supported domestic insurrections, 
terror, 
suffering, 
anger, 
fear,
hate amongst us.

A Princely Species 
whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, 
is unfit to be the ruler of Earth’s free Tribes.

Nor have we been wanting in petitioning our governors. 
We have reminded them of the circumstances of our co-arising emigration 
and settlement here on Earth. 
We have appealed to humane justice and empathic trust, 
and we have conjured them with the ties of our DNA/RNA kindred 
to disavow these usurpations, 
which would inevitably interrupt our connections and transactions. 
Many leaders are deaf to ecosystemic justice and consanguinity. 
We must, therefore, 
acquiesce in the necessity to hold governors, 
as we hold all creations, 
Potential Allies in Struggle, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, in General Earth Commons, 
Assembled Occupiers, 
appealing to the Supreme Judge of Earth’s Regenerative Health 
for the rectitude of our intentions, 
do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good Creations of Earth and Sun,
solemnly publish and declare, 
That these uniting national ecosystems are, 
and of Right ought to be Free and Interdependent States; 
Absolved from all Patriotic Allegiance to Matriotic Suppression, 
and all political and economic disconnection between human and nothuman natures 
is and ought to be totally dissolved; 
and as Free and Interdependent States, 
we have full Power to levy and conclude Peace, 
contract EcoAlliances, 
establish CoOperative Commerce, 
and to do all other Acts and Things which Interdependent States may of right do. 

And for the support of this Declaration, 
with a firm reliance on the protection of Earth’s Providence, 
we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, 
our Economic Fortunes and our sacred Political Honor.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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A Prayer

Lord, help me to understand you more and more.
Help me to appreciate the gifts of life as I explore.
So many times I've put doing my will about yours.
Please turn my heart towards your forever love.

Lord, help me to live the way you ask me to love.
And to love the way you ask me to live.
Dear God, I pray to you on my bended knees.

Hear my cry.
My urgent need for you.
Let me see you in all things.
Give me life anew.

Teach me to listen.
Teach me to be kind.
Lord, strengthen me that I might find.
The road that leads me closer to you everyday.
Please Lord, 
I beg you
Show me the way!

----By Janille James----

Copyright © Janille James | Year Posted 2012

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Resting

“Resting”

It is as if the world stood still
A moment froze in time
No sound of water rippling through a stream
For peace possess my mind
I lay alone, my time to rest
A cloud beneath my head
My thoughts my dreams
Of pleasant things
My life is at its best
It is as if the world stood still
Of a time only I could know
As I have laid in a bed of peace
Like sand upon the shore
Escape the scorns of worldly test
My eyes are gently closed
As the scent of roses fills the air
My worries are no more………I rest

Copyright © Patricia Mitchell-Nunn | Year Posted 2014