Port-Passage In Sight…

1bIs nature the force that causes us to move through lives of our own creation? Are we able to remain as objects without motion? If this is a force, are we able to creep through life quietly—afraid to disturb a silence, too loud to understand or tolerate?

So much perspective longing by people of sanity or madness…Need to make or cause words to do what is wanted. May direct words…Listen and they will sometimes come…

Our endless supply of Creators…These presented God-Gods reach hand clasped and hand-handed across a bridge between faint notion, through foggy prayer and space jamming Orion – Virgo and Leo into an obtainable notion beyond earth-life somewhere beyond stellar distances and new portions of gravity-bound existence.

Wonders often; if the passage of time is as dreadful as the gaining of age and fearing nothing save remorse and regret for opportunities missed…still wondering if aging as terrible and menacing; for it cannot give anything back and has nothing to return?

Often wagged by both life and death – So/such a powerful confusion that one cannot be without the other? And the anti-poetic freak – a – spirit, too afraid to both soar and remain too grounded? Therefore, these fears reconstruct the affirmative impulse?

We do not quietly pass through this life. We remain in constant motion even when sleeping…As fearful travelers from unknown to recognized and then to the great unknown everlasting quality of not being, dead or very dead. Even in great everlasting we change and we further die…

When rest stops us, do we finally slow-down or do we simply vanish into…It is with a trembling self –we have seen it all, again. Alive and real across the heavens
of time, civilizations more or less and a part of these.

Alive and real among these columns of Mt. Airy granite through the shifts of sands of time both substantial and real. Alive and alone and having walked across these deserts and seas and upon these surfaces of time. We cause great and wondrous meanings from-confusion…

Yes and Yes and Yes! I and me and we and us have seen it all, again. The Universe from a speck to a mighty and hurtling Earth, a cross of heavens filled with multitudes of this and that. We see it all and please sweet dream-side, let us see it all again
until, I and we and us may again recognize – OK…

There and perched high on dream-side at a flip of mind-sigh, we move across the Universe so fine. Alive and gone and alive and gone ‘til counting-time catches us with mind-sides swirling sight of mind-light bright brings the way to see…

And Oh! What a wave to see,
to be, to know and again to have seen.
Yes! To have seen, so it seems and to
see it all through Love! Again…

And! Beautiful you are…

From Somewhere World…

7Winter’s walk around Village Square and Father…The great man took his son’s hand and they wandered the snow-covered and light-filled place…The trees were huge and the sky was bright. On a hill just above them, a choir practiced those songs of Christmas past—of that moment and about those days of coming.

“What do you hear?” he asked. “Music,” the boy answered…”And what else?” Little children…hear the magic of those sounds present and questions are never answered from…

“What do you hear—Daddy? I hear the flapping wings of middle angels and the thunder of snowfall and the twinkling of lights and…you.” he answered.

Christmas walks and Mothers and Fathers and families are forever things—as are people and memories and songs and dances and sorrow and laughter and Life…

On these quiet nights, just before the Holiday of Family Song…I hear Father!

Merry Christmas to our world and maybe somewhere on middling planet—not steeped in all of our pertinacious folly there is Peace on Earth…Father’s favorite Christmas song started as… “I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeat. Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”Henry Wadsworth Longfellow…

Hey! Great ideas…All this talk of Peace and Love and Understanding. No religion required! These are three simple notions. All we need…Us and being able to hear one another…

So this is hoping—that for once during the time of lives and for the folks of a planet of somewhere…Merry Peace and Love and Understanding.

And! Beautiful you are…

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Of Moral Depravity…

The Christian Right—of the USA is gathering for their Hate Spew in Philadelphia 2012’s ‘Bang-a-Gong for Judgment Day’ festival of  ‘My God is Bigger than Your God’ and Let’s Dance Orgy in 4-part harmony…Could this be the ‘Born Again’ America’s Taliban—‘Rises Up’ party again and again and again? Oops…Looks like a set-of-three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity— Let us gather together and chant! Education and wisdom –cannot save us from depravity…So! Let us keep them illiterate and stupid. Come-on Slaves of the World— Send money– Be fruitful and multiply— Kill the unbelievers—Send money— Believe in us and Send money, money and money…Oh No! Not another set of three.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Moral Depravity’s Second Coming—It is upon us. Everything from: Financial ruin-to Recession-to-Terrorism-to last year’s Arkansas Bird Kill-to-President Obama-to-Thoughts-thoughts-thoughts…Oops three-set again.  Something Biblical cometh this Way…

Oh God! What we need is another ‘The Response’ by Ricky ‘the tricky’ Perry.

And for followers: Our Quest Squeakers include—Pat ‘the tat’ Robertson, Tony ‘jerkin’ Perkins, Cindy ‘windy prophet with a direct line to god’ Jacobs, Anne ‘fanny- bishop of what’ Gimenez, Joel ‘the mole’ Osteen, Davey ‘wavy’ Barton and maybe an ancient ‘waiting for Dec. 21st’ Mayan Prophet or that famous 18th century Preacher George Whitefield.   Miracles here and there and everywhere…eh?

Let us Pray—Please keep them Illiterate and Stupid and Poor…Oh No! Not another set? Something Biblical cometh this Way…

And! Beautiful you are…

Angel Growl and Trains Away…

Faces away
And Angel’s growl-
Two now
Then another
Then we and them.

Growls both low
And throat deep
Sounds just above
Noise-thought and
beyond Speak-Dream.

Then the whistle
Of distant Train.
A long distance
Away-again a call
And the Reminder that…

And! Beautiful you are.

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One Tin Soldier

 “Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
‘Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They’d have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they’d kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
“With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there.”

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it…
“Peace on Earth” was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.”
 ___by Lambert-Potter, sung by Coven

May Peace and Love and Understanding be with us all.
Amen…