humanity

Thank You, Dr. Seuss

Thank you, Dr. Seuss for speaking for the Truffula trees for the brown-bar-ba-loots, the swomee-swans, and the humming- fish -- and all those whose blood in some way becomes the many fine objects, the many somethings that someone thinks everyone needs. Thank you, Dr. Seuss, for the mossy old Lorax -- because Truffulas have no…Read more Thank You, Dr. Seuss

Flow, Earth

We haven't room to simply let down our hair and full-Being flow anymore (. . .  did we ever? We try at clubs, through music laughter and loving children, through food and hobbies, but We live lives of stuttering action pinned like fading butterflies to an event-oriented oblivion. It's not modernity but rather the building…Read more Flow, Earth

Connection and Peace.

We come with no knowledge to this place and share nothing with each other of the essential key that grows inside us like a living being, limned in gold, far more precious than the blatant, bleating answers we all seek, and seeking, sometimes find. That essence is more powerful than any knowledge gained or lost,…Read more Connection and Peace.

Capital

you reach out a hand to pull sky down the stars, yes the heavens themselves are but bread to you, so break it, break it all upon the ground, shake this broken universe until it begs for release from the ungodly bass of your voice; your ego polishes its own brass to trumpet a truth…Read more Capital

Pores

The world gets into our pores and writes on us lines with the clay of earth, warmth of sun bite of wind caress ; sorrow & joy clog our faces with our insides, the experience of our lived Grind:connected. Existentially, we are slow-born sculptures that tell of a daring hand a fiery eye, laced with…Read more Pores

theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —

(Or Tolerance, in the common tongue) No one can be commended any longer for instilling values in others – least of all the young and impressionable. We used to think it was right to guide others or to advise them in times of confusion or growth, but we now realize that this was intolerant. No…Read more theMechanics.Of:ceratlone —

Earth

a dusky-green hilltop at midnight, on my back in prickly grass, gasping for air, and wiping the sparkling sea out of my eyes i feel the evergreens sparsely gathered here by human hands are buffeted by the same inexplicable winds of indecipherable whisperings, the grass shivers in silvery expectation. there is a single star in…Read more Earth