C'est La Unvie/ A million monarchs lie dead, though, No less sociological programming of Upper-middle to rich classes with Decadence, affluence, inclusion, is. No less societal determination of Middle to lower, being excluded by Division and conquering, privation.
Yet, they, on wing no more, still fly In our spirit's eye, heal humanities' Heart. While their silent cry echoes The 33,000 species extinct each year, A rate not seen since the last ice age Ensued; does it move you? Does your curiosity ask why? Will you, on this 33rd Earth Day, allow A tear for all life's fallen? Consider The losses economic apartheid incurs, Mirrored by the divide humancentricity Has levied? Our underlying duplicitous Disregard for life, greed and oil fueled, Won't abate for our existence, will you? Oyate/ When every moment is Struggling with every Fiber to inspire, expire Breath, feeling is a Dream deferred; they say, Unrealizable for some. Yet, to feel builds emotions, Power innate, the thread Interweaving the fabric of life. Though, proscience projects only Thought is power, while sensing, Is just informing, to be processed By our computer, brain, for Exigent programming. Yet, conscience intuits that Thoughts are emoting, voiced. ...That fear is naught, but, Shadows of past's unintegrated Experiences, cast over our Presence and future. While both, Integral to realizing insight, Growth, balance and movement, Are necessary to humanity. "La Machine", uses them to rote Us into unbeing an efficacious part And parcel of it, an automaton. More, better mechanistic survival, The reason for human being; In societies' eye. Who dares to Disagree, all in for a penny, in For a pound; mostly, decay bound. Sides, delusions, clouding their eyes. Though, feelings hibernating Emerge with strength, through Discipline, which Castaneda relates As, "the art of feeling awe", they Can be concentrated. Focusing, Realizing reality on wing, Imbued co-creation in flight. As well, what of our soma's foci of Attention, solutioning all life, Through myriad interrelations? What of the breadth of our Perceptions, the depth of every- Ones earthen interconnections? ...Of the intimacy, hearts fathoms, Touch's immediacy, aural artistry? Mammon says, "what of it", being Doesn't make money, take control, Projections do. "We" say, they're Le raison d'etre, potentia evolving, Humane being, alival. I would be Just for a day, as a mayfly, if I were As I could, rather, than as long as An eagle flies, selling out, killing. virtue/ Were it a cause that Opened those tiny arms, Alighting brilliance, a smile, As I hugged him back, then, It could not be known. For, this child towards The divine leads, goes. Would it be that we say, It is not the life; Rather, we know? why/ As acid rain from your closed eye, An acre of rainforest falls Each second, and the earths tears Bleed, for, all you see is gray. Cityscape/ Hustled and bustled, Still, hands only put to heart, Beings, only art. Viva la evolution! Copy, share as you will. Enjoy a vernal eve' as you can. i look forward... Matutinally Yours, james m nordlund reality (aja) :) Visit and show your support for the Grass Roots Oyate http://members.tripod.com/GrassRootsOyate Clemency for Leonard Peltier. Sign the Petition. http://petitiononline.com/Release/petition.html ==^================================================================ This email was sent to: [email protected] EASY UNSUBSCRIBE click here: http://topica.com/u/?b1ddNB.b2HgmN Or send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] T O P I C A -- Register now to manage your mail! http://www.topica.com/partner/tag02/register ==^================================================================
