Seeing Our Way To The Future
21st century holistic solutions

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In the embrace

If I could just hold you in my arms today

and imagine your love informing me

of all there is and all that's meant to be

I could see in the embrace I visualize

while it partakes

how it's meant to be

in color and peace

in spirituality and physicality

in hope and tears

in love forever

we hold eachother faithfully

because there's all there's meant to be

you and me

The truth

A ray of light shines forth

and in it I see a rupture

created by a shadow

and think it is perfect still

perhaps more perfect

for its integrity

yet I conjure up my arithmetic

skills

to see if I can design

an uninterrupted ray

in my house of lights

my sacred space

meant to be shared

by and for all

no walls may be constructed

that don't enshrine this total truth

- a tribute to Nader Khalili's

Rumi Dome

Awakenings

Today I experienced a monumental shift
with transparency. When I worked in a full-time office job I saw red tape as the enemy.

All the seemingly unnecessary checks and rechecks.

Yet the issue truly wasn't those second and third set of eyes. It was the nature of the position.

So I switched positions. Broke free.

I thought.

Went freelance.

I pretty much started out doing R&D, better than having to deal with all of those numbers, previously my labors.

At the beginning, the most important epiphany I had was, you know, those second and third set of eyes, they can set you free.

Not just one or two set of eyes, I discovered, could set you free. But a roundtable of voices.

I'd had an earlier roundtable experience,
in my first-ever position, a whole year earlier
from when I set sail.

It was when I worked as an independent entity that I recognized with finality just how vital
other people are and always will be to any work effort.

I began to “awake” every day because of my work, because it became one with others, myself going out of my way and posing the question,
does this work for you, and for all of us?

To this, I began to receive a response.

And a voice echoed in my head:
give me the necessary checks,
so that my job will be complete,
and I will be found.

Gravity

The spirit world is one (the spirit), and oneness (the physicality of the spirit, its manifestation in the world), goes everywhere with me - it contains everything, and is contained in everything, like dust and oceans.

Walking with the spirit world are never departed my loves and cherished things, my complete understanding, and the whole truth. The physical world, it's constant and changing, it falls into place with me.

Where I go, there it is, manifestations of the spirit, but now affixed to time and place.

When I enter a church... I feel the "gravity" of being there, and it pulls me down, and grounds me, while (the spirit) is that which makes me feel light, like a feather, and like I could fly, total freedom.

The physical world, and its gravity, focuses me.

In school... I've always felt the gravity of being
in school and the gravity always grounded me, keeping me real, no matter what.

At home with my family, at the movies with my boyfriend, the gravity always kept things real.

Everywhere I go, every person, place or thing I am with, grounds me like gravity, while the spirit world keeps me free and determines, too, truth.

When I enter an environment... upon the shore which is a lake and I recognize the lake as polluted, truth is instilled in me by oneness (unity), the spirit, which together equal truth, the beautiful lake should be admired and efforts should be made to make it healthy again.

Likewise, the simple truth is the church is where one goes to commune with god; school is where we can learn and make friends, and learn to respect and love everybody; family teaches us love is unconditional, the physical presence of loved ones only proves this to be true, that romance is beauty beyond words.

These truths come from the spirit world yet are manifest in the physical, which grounds us, while the spirit world, to which we have and hold, sets us free.

Daddy

All of the mountains and rivers

and oceans and seas

come together as one

And resemble you

Within me


"Filling out the brain" - a cause

and effect journey of discovery

From youth to adulthood we

are on this journey,

from sainthood to sainthood.

As little kids, and as adults,

what we do is realize

the truth.

As little kids, the truth typically

just falls into place.

We don't imagine it, but know it.

It makes sense and needs no order.

As we grow a little older, life becomes

more sophisticated.

We start to conceive invisible lines

that organize wisdom, the knowledge of the

truth, which is so powerful, and yet

subtle.

The subtlety transforms to thinner

and thinner, nearly invisible, or transparent,

lines, that take up the imagination like a

sponge.

No more need for imposed order.

Life is beautiful and truth is constantly

unfolding.

We continue to learn, as lifelong learners.

But we attain to the level of closed, holistic

systems.

The beauty we continue to see becomes like nirvana.

The lines were but an outline of the brain, now informed by perfect wisdom.

Energized and capable of something akin to magic, of full realization.

Balance

His hands were open

like his heart,

and out flew a dove,

its mystical countenance

resembled his own,

his little girl

looked on in wonder

but saw no mysticism -

what people arrive at

when there's dichotomy

and a need to attain truth

by way of simple and gracious

understanding -

in her innocence she

saw only the truth unfold

the way it did reside in and

emanate from her young self, too,

nestled safely

in every cell of her soul

the weight of truth,

that being, ever more wondrous

and light

and there was peace

- a reflection of President Obama's

first inaugural speech, based on an illustration

by Greg Ruth in Our Enduring Spirit

We Need to Know We Love Eachother

The grains of sand

that fall between our fingers

on a warm beach

are nothing but a reminder of

the love we share

The seeds that grow and

sustain us

are nothing but a reminder of

the love we share

The yoga we practice from

is nothing but a reminder of

the love we share

Feeling and the senses, are the grains of sand

Energy and sustenance, the seeds that sustain

And the will to act on the part of the good, yoga, as love, work, meditation and intellectual pursuit

The wholeness, then, the love we feel,

is the power of one

Time for you

I sit by the fireside

enfolded into your arms,

your strength and soul

fill the room.

Your smile, it ends my query,

and so we celebrate

a warm summer day

at a picnic table together,

waking up in love and laughter

each day.

The mountaintop from where

we perpetually share a view,

of the city and world below,

how it's made up of what's

yours and mine,

and our childs',

and how it's perfect that way,

and always has been,

and always will be.

What's shared by everybody.

And we remember what it

means to be in love

and why it's so necessary

for our child

as we sit by the fire

each and every one of us

at peace.

Hope

You hold me like you love me

and I think, oh lordy, can it be

for an eternity

is this mine to hold

as a refuge

standing still

of truth

unalterable

fleeting and lasting

changing and constant

wrapped up inside of me

coming from without

shared for me and you

and us and in love

with what is

instead of what's not

and what will be

instead of what has been

and so we dance together

like the stars move through

space

and your gentle touch

reminds me

of how small I am

to have begun to question your truth

Is this mine to hold,

this oneness,

what have heaven on earth

distilled to me

International American

International American

I hear you calling my name

a newspaper of no reproach

reaching out for no fame

but a readership

of and by its paper

the jet-setting American

whose feet fly free

graces the morning coffee and tea

of a worldly staff

in all colors of the sea

and America reaches out across shores

to inlands and interiors

bays and river flows

over mountains

and at the edge of the horizon

together we see

the stars and eternity

in every page a turner

short, medium and long

the stories fitting

the mood

the engagement

the history

the facts

and a resplendent

assemblage of

truth and creativity

love never conceit

unrolls from

line to line

gaining in understanding

the American abroad

and how he is interlaced

with the magnificence

of the dynamism of

the world to which

she belongs standing tall,

the Statue of Liberty

Infallibility

I once thought we never attain it

not even the Pope

until I reconsidered

even considered the robe

don't we all

want to become the president one day

and you know,

the priest and minister too

perhaps even before the painter

or artist

but the Pope, he's infallible

they taught me

and I in not too long said uh-uh, no way

and admired him all the same

but said, you know, he's human

the Pope

he's just like you and me

and then one day I began to see

oh, lordy,

ain't we all human like the Pope

ain't we all a sight to see

can't we all attain the wisdom

that makes us be

infallible

perfectly translating the odes of life

and enlisting them

spiritually in earnest

love like a rock

that's the Pope

and that's you and me

but with the position of infallibility,

if we attain to it,

must come truth and knowledge

truth and reconciliation

truth and justice

truth and creativity

never misjudging

perhaps never judging at all

only observing truth and compassion

and being compassion

a patient person is he or she

who loves and doesn't deny

who respects and doesn't regret

who engages and doesn't relent

who hopes and dreams

who holds and commands

to the true form of nature

and our way be one

yet light

yet like a dove of peace

Corn

There may be shadows,
but I still ache to realize corn.

Heart of the indigenous,
whose winds will blow
from north to south to east to west,
and of quiet memories of
hearth and home.

Whether eaten from the cob,
as kernels momentarily
cling to teeth.
Or mashed to liquid form,
then used to make bread,
and poultices.

Then, corn, used to make crafts
that adorn homes.

I still ache to know the truth of corn.

That is, its continued beauty and serenity.

And in light of the fact
we now grow atrazine to kill weeds.

While that which surrounds
“weeds,” or grasses -
the kernel of the corn,
and the kernel of the soul,
do these things slowly die, too?

Would farmer and author, Gene Logsdon,
be so haphazard?

Or shall we take hints from the tips
in his book, All Flesh is Grass,
on growing all naturally?

Oh the estrogen-mimicking compounds
of atrazine, an herbicide,
top-selling in the world,
causing male frogs to lose the capacity
for their larnyxes, or vocal chords,
needed to call mates, and causing
female frogs to develop a
multiplication of ovaries.

That's, the feminization of frogs,
amphibians or organisms.

Endocrine disruptors,
aka. estrogen-mimicking compounds,
at once, now, found, “in mass,” in frogs -
from the growing of atrazine, and,
we know, our corn,
that cause this feminization of
species, which seemingly leads, in humans,
to thyroid and autoimmune problems,
including the development of cancers.

There's a rape of nature
in our midst affecting
mostly the poor, but also the
rich, around the globe that
environmental leaders have
yet to stop unconditionally,
while “precautionary principle,”
in just one example,
convincingly forbids
atrazine's use, and has
done so in the EU.

Recent studies also do not
challenge human logic.
They reveal the contradictions,
such as unusable larnyxes,
the “abandonment” of natural
frog fertility and an
overabundance of estrogen
in streams and rivers.

Mind, body and spirit.
Each affects the other
we now know, but again.

So without “body,” hence whither
mind and spirit, and our souls,
our souls a combination of the three.

When I seek to remember,
and have,
corn,
like the indigenous did,
for the indigenous,
that is, the people of the land,
everywhere, (you and me and us)
where universal law to end atrazine,
a broken science, has to reside.