Money: Not For Everyday Use.

Money money money.  All this money talk.  Boy, the rich people sure

are freaking out about their wealth and riches.  The poor endure, scarcely fed.

The seed does not know a dollar sign; the livestock does not

depend on currency; the heart yearns to be free from it.

And so the money is invested into a quickly disappearing dinosaur

who is at the brink of extinction.  Money. Cheddar. Dough. Cash.

Infusing lifelines of cash they throw money at the problems,

but it was money that brought us here.

It is money we must move past.  

The riches of ancient despotic rulers

have passed through generations of hateful accrual only to

remain a force of depravity unto this day.  A binding, heavy chain

dragging down our individual opportunity and freedom

due to the burden of its crushing weight.

But no money can conquer the spirit.

No abstraction of value into paper can replace true beauty.

You only know what your eye is truly seeing by trusting in your mind- 

and in yourself.

These dollar signs will fade away with the glowing neon signs

sputtering into darkness of night, a new night free from artificial light.  A new time.

नमस्ते

Namasté:

"That which is of the Divine in me greets that which is of the Divine in you."

"I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One."

Updated From The Past

August67.jnt

well on my way to drowning the sorrows
of limited plans for all our tomorrows
at the point that we've had enough
making it day by day because we're tough

struggling between capability and action
fighting the current to gain some traction
because the downstream of today falls off the earth
requiring a fresh current to signal our birth

born
only to be torn
living to change
thinking forward so that future generations may still range

roam across the surface of earth
knowing green and blue circumscribe her girth
the wonders are plenty, far and wide
water's cycle the truest of rides

while lifeless cement pounds the feet
the toes wonder how mud might be neat
who is still willing to feel?
where are the people which remain real?

beyond the limits which confine
onto the subjects we have yet to define

you may read this and hear it
but the pen has a voice unlike mine

So, we are left in a quandary
discarded as dirty laundry
longing for retraction from abstraction and distraction
into the purity of ourselves

this will be the grace of human race
when we do what we feel, then we'll save face
before we are gone
the opportunity to create right from wrong

to reverse historical injustice
and kiss, to just kiss
return to our senses, which we seem to ignore
planning forever and more

So, I , maintain this hope
that others may feel these words I wrote

To follow ourselves to a new time
where collective consciousness pursues the divine
you know who you are (inside)
the purest of self is near, not far (don't hide)

"You'd Like to Think That Anyway..."

Instead of just hoping that when you buy something from a business it has not been made in a sweatshop, you (we) must make sure it hasn't. We all together must point each other to higher standards of quality and ethical action in our economic realities. And when we not just "want" people to be treated fairly, the environment protected and nurtured, but "demand" these mutually beneficial actions be our only path, then we will have stolen the power, and the profits, from the elitists and oligarchies who have thrived in palaces amongst slums, and pitted hope against fear by murder and genocide; and in those days we may all achieve our own desires in our actions, working towards peace between us all.