January 17, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.9

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Common Threads weave through every heARTform

 

One Soul calling out to the whole

Words echo from a dream-state:

“We should wake

And not be held by some unrefined vision of it.”

 

Awakening

A lingering vision:

Footfalls upon brittle plants

An entire field of dark decimation

Crumbling away… the vision fades

 

Eyes Wide

Open to the globe

Out from the covers

Feet to the floor

 

Perception seeking

Realities of life on Earth

Lifting the veil

One foundation to explore

 

Many lenses offer insight

Rays of light shine through prisms at different angles, through different facets

Each reveal and obscure distinctive elements

Truth is amorphous and unprejudiced

 

Truth, amorphous and unprejudiced, sliced into wedges and put through a juicer

Blood oranges of pain and hunger paint this glass red

Fermented brutality of prejudice perpetuated by dogmatic fanaticism

                                                                   By ethnic and cultural discrimination

                                                                                    By corporate detachment

                                    Blood fruit, soured, floods the fertile earth and my cup

                       Tearful tsunamis of salty decimation pinched and dashed upon

Lemons add acid, golden and unmerciful

One from the tree in the yard

                        One from the tree plantation

                        One’s citrus burns through the ink on the codex

One’s citrus adds fuel to passion’s will to cleanse

Eat through the scum clouding the focus of a billion eyes

                         Or eat through the wisdom left for the future to learn from

Then, the kale, vital medicine, secret weapon

            Green leaves grown in the bitter cold

                        Acids, of whatever intention, unlock the essential minerals of body nourishment

 

One world Being

            Strong limbs

            Weak ligaments

Drink down this concoction

 

Let this fuel facilitate remembrance

Re member the body aggregate

Lift the veils on every dimension

From cellular membrane

To humanity’s fenced-in conditions

 

Conditional life

Cannot foster unconditional love

Oh! One

Make a choice!

 

Unconditionally envision

New sprouts beneath the broken

Uplifted by regeneration

Soothe the soreness of this body made broken

By the mouth

                        So blinded by the selfish eyes

Not to see its hunger was the foot

                        Starved apart for the hand that only fed it’s other

            And died only to become ghostly bones dancing on pages yet to be written

 

Let every One

Envision

Hand to mouth to feed the foot

I’s that see whether open to within or to without

But all ways open

To be uncovered by the hunger to witness, comprehend, appreciate

All the gifts every aspect brings to this presence.

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December 13, 2013

December 13, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to the transfigured bodies that have been so asked to trade pounds of flesh and bone, for radiation and chemotherapy; asked to “Slash, burn and poison” their own journey. Spirit whole despite body.

Cancers have come to ask us to bear the scars of the relationship our species has come to inflict upon the equally living body of this planet at our feet and there are as many variations on how this cancerous disease grows into our being as there are seeds blowing on the winds—well as used to be blown about before the Economic entomologist figured out the most profitable reasons to develop chemicals on massive scales. With a greatness now that truly rivals the development of petroleum, but they are more like monstrous Siamese twins than competitors, for it is so convenient that atomic science has enabled dead-creation to fracture the ancient flora’s fertile compost into pieces far removed from the peace of the ancient waterdance that helped give birth to the black gold we defile the water with today. Spilling it through patched and inspected to be unworthy pipelines like intravenously shooting up with a needle shared too many times and hungry to infect life with compounds enabling Auto Immune Disease Syndromes to seek and conquer like Drones precision shooting up entire school yards and community activist family homes with their shrapnel with their undiscriminating aim to kill kill kill, the echoing refrain of the fear of the unknown or the fear of being figured out. Work! Spend! The capitalist refrain of the empty economic theory of endless growth that only makes sense to me if you perceive that the earth itself enabled the human species along with countless, incredible others tens of hundreds of thousands of circles around a star to endlessly grow into new and ever more enchanting life forms until one became so pompous to believe that life could be so vital to the one that it could bear to live without all the miraculous relations that openly offer up the medicine another soul is calling for. For when you open your perception to encompass the whole story being told upon this little spinning blue reflecting ball there is more compassion being shared across the species borders than within and between our own…

In 1981 at a Conference held by the National Alliance of Business, Pres. Ronald Reagan said, “Excessive Government spending, taxing and regulating no matter how well intended is a formula for disaster. Volunteer activities and philanthropy play a role as well as economic incentives and investment opportunities. To be certain we’re talking about America’s deep sense of generosity (HA!)—but we’re also talking about a buck for business if it helps to solve our social ills.”

As for the former message of this statement I’d like to know what it’d be like in my lifetime (I was born 2 years after that conference took place) to have the branches of our government that are imagined to be regulating the products in our markets to protect our health and safety actually doing that, but if the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) gets passed that’s never going to happen.

And as for the last bit… Yeah, if it helps to solve our ills, that’s the business best engaged in, a job worth doing, if only because vitally necessary the worst job is born with deep dignity and pro’vocation to be busy. I’d personally love to see more beings beautiful busyness watching out for bees, helping them and all the countless interrelations flowing from their pollinating making the world more vibrant, verdant, colorful, a scent’suous dance —as though the path to sweet honey’s making secretly weaves sweetness into the daydream of the planet, innerwoven like the tides of the Moon’s song beating seas, rocking seeds into their beds, may they find, en’root, be’hold, be’held, be’leaf, be bud be blossom to flower, may be fruit capable to cradle new seed…

Lettuce, let us release belief to be held, beholden to the part we play in a dance far greater than the plastic castle of bitumen sludge spewing hydraulicFRACKtured blanched waters like chemotherapy for the Earth Mother’s body, evaporating up to be spun through turbine jet wings, exhausted now, spinning lines of free radicals growing cancerous cloud covers, raining acid to accompany the thunderous megaload transfers of raped materials industrially manipulated to create massive machines whose sole purpose is to rape and pollute a world we might be able to live healthfully and creatively with indefinitely if we can end the successions of the mighty few who profit now by the tens of millions of people made slaves to the purchase and wage enslavement of products that are weakening our immunity, toxifying the planet and numbing us like Huxley’s “soma” in the Brave New World the colonial patriarchy create by killing the Goddess and disparaging(despair raging through) the Mystic Creative power of the unknowable Feminine that whispers our names on a moon breeze of soft qi only your true presence can perceive because it’s speaking through the aggregate of every atom of your being calling out to you: “See you are a shining knight, a star of beauty to transform visions of brutal night, not in the least bit little, but a big bright phenomenal Light!”

…just imagine when we unite…

Quan Yin

Compassion Heals

 

 

Peace.

Selah.

Blessed Be.

 

This commentary was especially inspired by Trey: Harold Fanando Owens III and the Documentary: Pink Ribbon Inc. Directed by Lea Pool.

http://www.firstrunfeatures.com/pinkribbonsinc/