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As I watch the sun descend from view,
cast shadows across the land anew,
Floating warehouses engulf the sky
thus the shadows never die.
The drones which fill the evening air,
aren’t drones of old to thus compare,
but silent, programmed to communicate,
delivering goods and never late.
The chip implant within my hand
is my identity, you understand,
encrypted with a micro currency
for transaction approval of efficient fluency.
The robots, just like silk to touch
for which nothing is too much
parade the house, each play their part
like humanoids devoid of heart.
From cars that fly to boats that hover;
with 3D printers, everything’s on offer,
from building houses, making repairs
to all items in need of spares.
We sleep in pods with medical guile
monitoring organs in high tech style.
Ageing, now a long lost plague
of a distance past so acutely vague.
The cell phone, an archaic relic
now holographic, almost psychedelic,
run your life, in complete control,
total dependency with no parole.
Vacations restricted not to Earth,
so choose the planet of your birth,
Venus, Mars even the moon
places you will visit soon.
But species die out day by day,
we can do nothing else but to pray,
for nature’s habitat must prevail,
not advancements which the humans hail.
Life . . . and of course, living it, requires
Some freedom with few constraints.
As energy is bound by time and space,
Along with the will of many saints.
From the macro to the micro, the
Guideposts are sought as we learn to behave.
While the tunnel between material and spiritual,
Focuses visions that are often concave.
This reality is fed by observation,
Yet imagination often adds to the mix.
Where our curiosity may be satisfied quickly,
Building upon foundations with new bricks.
Even though the limits seem rarely accessible,
Our nature looks for any loophole to find.
Since the only boundary that has escaped
Beyond . . . is that of the human mind.
One night long ago
In the Enchantments wilderness
My partner and I
Way up out of the way
On the Lost World Plateau
Camped under the stars
Between two granite boulders
On a bit of sandy ground
We lit a fire for comfort and mood
And the more practical need to cook our food
And as we lay cocooned at the edge of sleep
A micro-burst of wind came through
And turned the fire’s embers
Into a little tornado of flaming sparks
Spinning out of control before our eyes
In the morning
We woke to a fresh clear dawn
All trace of the fire, wood, ash and stain
Completely removed as if it had never been
And in that Enchanted moment
I had my first true glimpse of Nirvana.
(12/4/25)
A school office.
A chair.
A boy.
A strained smile,
Owned by the principal,
He claims this was not an easy decision
He pretends to care -
The boy is expelled.
Distraction, aggressive, non-compliant
Nothing more, nothing less,
His crime: a multitude of reasons
A perfect score on his test,
Impossible, he is miles further than the rest -
Of the class,
He claims it is suspicious
Boys like ‘him’ don’t usually achieve success
Next -
Yelling at the the teacher,
For making multiple insensitive comments
Micro-aggressions passing for ‘truth’
The teacher, has a history of complaints,
From fellow black youths.
The teacher is white -
We already know whose side the principal will choose
These were never crimes,
They just couldn’t buy the black boys silence -
So they resort to calling him violent
The principal stands up,
He claims there is nothing he can do
That is a lie, we all know the truth,
He just couldn’t control the black student
(a series of micro vignettes)
Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build.
We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the flow?
When my phone, lying on the table, jiggled. The caller ID read, “Tommy’s girlfriend.”
Chella gave me a little look. “I never change anyone’s ID,” I confessed. “Neither do I.” Cellia agreed.
“She broke up with him years ago..”
I feel sorry for panhandlers, I don’t see them often but I saw one yesterday. Who carries cash any more (Noone)?
Along the same line, Chella and I are wired, it-girls - we’re noise cancelled. Were you talkin’ to us?
We’re hard to engage, not because we’ve got attitude - we just can’t hear you. It’s irritating when I have to tap-out of some stream to hear people.
Even if it’s the waiter from the bistro downstairs delivering their exemplary frozen-strawberry-smoothies and burgers.
Later, after the pool, we showered. As I was toweling my hair, I studied myself in the mirror.
“My skin is SO screwed up,” I moaned, “I need a ‘rescue spa’ facial.. Let’s go to New York (city)—I’m taking you there.”
“There’s a ‘Forever Young Spa’ on Beacon street.. about a mile from here,” Cellia offered.
“Ever been there?” I asked.
“No, but the ad says they have an AI-powered massage robot. I’m curious.”
“Ooo! Call ‘em up, see if it does happy-endings.” I laughed.
“We could get a home unit.” Cellia updogged.
“I think we’d need the industrial version,” I added, “that’s the sell.”
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Songs for this:
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
Goodbye by The Sundays
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Our cast:
Chella, A tall, lithe black girl, from Liberty City (Miami) Florida. She's a Harvard Master's candidate with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs’ from Yale. She had it rough growing up - she was buying skin-care at Trader Joes! I'm showing her some things.
Your author, a simple trust-fund baby from Athens, Georgia and a Harvard Master's candidate with a Bachelor of Science in Molecular Biophysics and Biochemistry from Yale.
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Burgers = bacon cheeseburger w/tomato, sautéed onions, ketchup and fries - hold the mayo and mustard.
Theological theories
attempt to explain religious experience.
Philosophical belief systems
attempt to respond to consciousness
of internal egocenters
and external ecosystems
in prime NonZero Summary relationship
of co-arising emergence.
Ecological correlations
are systems of positive
and negative,
cooperative/competitive
environmental experience
of natural nutrition,
spiritual communion energy,
communication,
nurture,
health wealthy services
given as received.
Economic science theories
attempt to respond to experiential values
win/win
disvalues win/lose
and misvalues lose/lose,
both macro-EarthSystemic
and micro-Ego/EcoCentric.
Group Metric Theories
attempt to respond
to questions not yet asked
because not yet binomially transparent
about what and why experience
lies somewhere in-between
+1.00% ecstatically co-empathic
AND
(-,-)00% empty
yet not not yet timeless co-passion.
Living EarthTribe
co-acclimating theoreticians
secularly creolizing synergy
sacredly transubstantiating integrity,
together
regeneratively multicultural mediation experience
restoring EarthJustice
Yang/Yin medians,
mediums,
media,
dialogue,
conversations
non-violently compassionate
20/20 ReVisionary Theory
that non-evangelistic spirituality
also means non-violent communal naturality.
On a micro scale, we have magical and special connections with certain people. On a macro scale, every soul and quark is connected in the Universe. Whether you understand it as energy, mathematics, quantum physics, spirituality, astronomy or something else, we are one. Let's act like it. Blessings and best wishes for peace, love, light and joy to be our authentic focus for 2023 and beyond. We can save humanity and our planet.
The Universe's blessed art
By Michelle Morris
30/12/2022
I see the message
I feel it in my heart
I hear it echo inside my soul
I know we are two halves
Of this special geometric form
Created by the Universe
Interconnected and gilded
By silvery webs and moons
We are the brightest blessing
Upon which the eye can gaze
I see it in my reflection
You look back into my face
You are the inside
Of my cells and my bones
You are part of my DNA
My marrow and my home
We leave our mortal tombs
And we travel through secret portals
We visit such worlds of wonder
Where unicorns and fairies dwell immortal
And through it all and everything
We scatter confetti about
Such silvery tongues and honeycombs
Twinkling glitter and jewels for us
For we see it all from this perspective
Where the Universe creates all sparks
All the mathematical equations
And geometric shapes unite every quark
Nothing is truly separate
No one is ever alone
Every single cell is connected
By love and light and joy
I know the message
I feel it in my heart
Our souls all combine
As the Universe's blessed art
© Michelle Morris, 2022
You may call me Mrs. V the woman told new workers.
I am the manager, so I manage what you do.
She is also an overseer, and a micro-manager, someone whispered.
She gave that man a mean nasty I-wish-you-would-die look.
There was a bit of tittering, some smirks, one tiny giggle.
I tried to not get involved in any of this, I needed this job.
I supervise you every day, she told us. So be on your toes.
The man said something else and some people giggled.
I had no idea what it was, but I was glad I had not heard.
After the meeting I inquired about the man who dared.
He is her husband, I was told. He likes to rile her during meetings.
I could tell by her face that his life would not be lovely tonight.
As luck would have it
I chanced upon the secret
of finding things not looked for,
to enlist serendipity on cue.
The more you look the less you see.
Stop looking for, and start looking about.
Expectation kills spontaneity.
So, stop planning itineraries.
If you take a planned tour
on a planned route to see
the things you quest for,
You'll only get what you ordered on the menu.
But if you look about
and see an opportunity
in an open door off the beaten track,
you are ready to allow chance
happenings to surprise you.
Many great discoveries
in Science were made this way:
Penicillin discovered in dirty dishes, after a vacation
The micro-wave oven, when chocolate bar in pocket melted
Post-it note, a not so sticky glue
Velcro, when hiking and seeing how burrs hook onto hair
Radioactivity, when Uranium left on photo plate in drawer overnight.
Two things stand out here:
Firstly, doing something unusual, unplanned, as if by accident
Secondly, being aware that the unexpected has happened,
and taking time to investigate it.
An inquisitive mind feeds on serendipitous encounters.
The opposite of serendipity is *zemblanity:
Which is discovering unlucky expected outcomes you planned for,
when you make unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries by design.
It is the inevitable unsurprising uncovering
of what we expected, and would rather not know.
So now you know, it is better
to look about, than to look for,
to allow serendipitous encounters
to happen more by chance.
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9 May 2017
("July 7 - Hot and Blue", 2024, original encaustic)
Turning to Become
As they say, humans are like onions,
Densely layered and prone to making others cry.
But I think a better metaphor is Earth herself,
After all the Good Book tells us
We are created in God’s image.
At the surface all is sweetness and light,
The abundant fruits of survival’s tricky game,
While just below tectonic plates drift to a darker rhythm
Leading to all sorts of uncontrollable forces,
And at the core, something unknown,
But pure and original nonetheless.
So with us, we show our best at the surface,
While just below swell the barely repressed tides
Of biases and bigotries, passions and poisons.
And at our core the mysterious essence abides,
Pure but powerful,
The clear light of primordial awareness
For lack of a better, poetic term.
Each of us is such a complex world,
The micro expressing the macro,
Each of us challenged with being ourselves
And getting along with others.
From cradle to grave Life is the constant,
While we the change
The world is turning to become.
(7/10/24)