Whale’s Sing-Song and Warmth…

We! Dance with the vivacity of life and a together dilution of twice-folk-united. Together! We dance to those universal tunes, no severity push or pull and for moments we; liberated of suspicious fear, sparkle.

Celestial positions at birth. Flashes before and moments afterward; animations, are offered below the skies. “We dream of the briny. We listen to the whale singsong our mothers into necessitous slumber. Giants also singsong the warming of our blood-self ’til we welcome non-fear and Love.”

Walked! Now moving in mind follow? Consider the whispers of vapor and the melody of singsong choir below the line where see meets sea and sky rises above a long-forgotten shimmer of water extending beyond eye’s perception. We have walked upon the salty waves of the dead sea pushing melody’s path into the mists and vapors of another genesis. Little matters that we exist. Less; now, that we are almost gone. Come now and dance into the Spider’s Web. Enter web-side. Embrace the emptiness of concept without form until substance is insanity.

Radiation collapse of creature shapes from living gelatin into vapor. An understanding breath and we journey ‘cross the heavens in eternal mist? “We without shape and without substance, would still be us?” Memory, fear, instinct and knowledge. The knowing that even as vapor, we eternally exist. We are not displaced by what we are not. We are not-not by displacement.

Remember! Love is sex-less and without form, without flesh and when shiver shapes humanity; love is touch, magic required as beings require air mixed, blood red.

Father’s favorite Christmas song…“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…

“Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle.” by…Annie Besant

Interior space and exterior place, broad with fitted surfaces and pathways, flat and long hauls-of-halls and means to connect alongside carpets flat and city blocks; in round rooms not matched, with latched doors, open floors and walls of tree lines’ bricks high and open sky. Copy, rob and steal the steel of circle house, church mouse and dwell within a well of deep means and forever seams. ‘Tis gray couch, reclining seats and poster songs; four corner beds, break way from street side moans to safety homes and still space in sidewalk place with straight lined-curves and sky…

Walls appear—Fear—No! Climb those Walls and Welcome Home.

‘La Liberté éclairant le monde’

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

Do not allow balanced truths and significant lies of now to obscure the activist significances of the people of our globe. Outside the shiny beads and cheap trinkets we; ‘Made-in-America-folk’, are these twirling people. Everyday! Atypical demise and devastation ‘cross our sweet world is a sound-bite or two from being ignored. Negative capital in broadcasting genuine information! Opinions are the up-to-date accuracies in newsy-news and sensational gossip.

We assemble perceptions! Is America really thwarted or poorly treated? This belief will fashion forever enemies and delineated borders. This acceptance is convenient and so unnecessary! We are for US and against those whatever; is auto-therapeutic, for those of the unsuccessful many? Observe the abundant or the recognized or the scandalous and instantly; we receive extra-rational appetites, certainly not to sate but possible? Especially! In these days of Tea-partied-extra-irrational-severely-to-the-right-wronged-sided American falsehood. Grant rumors-of-nothing’ and pseudo thinkers will incessantly quarrel inane drivel and partisan stipulations. Our country maintains hostilities and the impressions of imminent conflict and the eternal arrangements for war. Our government continues to leverage or compensate US just enough to pre-empt the next Revolution—repeated?

Walls appear—Fear—No! Climb those Walls and Welcome Home.

“Sunlight is fading
Winter is here
The church bells are saying
Christmas is near
Frost in the treetops
A chill in the air
Come to the window
And look everywhere

Ho, ho – it’s beginning to snow
Softly and gently and quietly so
Ho, ho – who’s afraid of snow?
Put on your coat and your hat and let’s go.”—Thisbe Vos