Progress: second part

foreign plants
don't wither in the dark
they take this opportunity
to relax and breathe
new life into the world
and hang on to the spinning Earth

don't wither in the dark
there is still much that carries
your faith, your dreams, your heart
that you've grown when
the sun was shining

take this opportunity
for what it is
a chance to rest
perchance to dream

relax and breathe
breathe from the bottom
of your feet
fill it all in
in your belly
and feel it in your
sole

New life comes from the center
of the Sun
Of the Earth
Of Your Soul
Breathe new life and release it

Hang on to the spinning Earth:
your faith, your dreams, your heart.
Take chances to rest,
breathe from the bottom of your feet.
Breathe new life and release
your faith
your dreams
your heart,
your life
your hope
your love

Take chances to rest
to meditate on everything
and maybe nothing
clear your thoughts
and brush away the cobwebs
of spiders that spin their traps
to maybe find yourself

Breath from the bottom of your feet
breath your whole body from beneath
you'll find the relaxing breath
centers, too. Lifts you up through
the stress

Breath new life and release
your dreams.
Brush away the cobwebs
and find the relaxing breath
Find the center
and connect to the source.
Your dreams
are
your intuition
leading
your creativity
to bleed through reality

Brush away the cobwebs
clear the space of junk
in clearing your mind
enables you to do many things
as well as no thing

The relaxing breath
is a meditation
whereas a relaxing meditation
is many breaths

to find the center,
the stillness,
where lie all things one may want
while leaving all things behind,
one step away

to connect to the source.
It will bleed through to reality
enabling you to do many things,
many breaths,
one step away.
The source bleeds into reality
moving us past the future
in newly created cliches
without conscient bounds
on all sides
as in a flood
or a minute speck at times

enabling one to do many things
in living love's hope
while faithfully dreaming one's heart
above rainbows bridging time
below stardust raining down

Many breaths
pack around a breath.
This is the present
about the breadth of 13 breaths
both hard and easy
rolling into eternity,

one step away,
moving us past the future
below stardust raining down
This is the present
both hard and easy
moving past the future
into dreams untold...
into poems unfolded...
strangers in a strange land?
with galaxies in our soul
whilst walking in a galaxy

Stardust rains down
constantly
filling up our food
building our organs
We come from the stuff of stars
and we're nourished by them!

This is the present
in living love's hope!!
Everything glows
with the life of starstuff
building everything
galaxies upon galaxies within
and abounding

It is both hard and easy
to have galaxies in our soul,
stardust building our organs,
and generally coming from the stuff of stars.
Galaxies within and abounding.
The universe but a galaxy of galaxies
with ample time on his hands
With galaxies in our soul
in our cells
in our tissues
organs
and fingerprints
We are a starchild

with stardust building our bodies
and starlight feeding our eyes
It is hard to believe we're NOT starchilds.
We flower here
because the Universe loves us!

Coming from the stuff of stars
brings us no obligations, per se
Life is a challenge shaped by dreams,
so dream big and large as much as you like
in this here space and time.

Galaxies within and while abounding
dances the light of stars
to let us know we are never alone
There is always the Master of Creation
keeping us company
in the shadow of the moon

The Universe is a Galaxy of Galaxies
we a starchild
with starlight in our eyes...
We flower here
because the Universe loves us!
Life is a challenge shaped by dreams
with the light of stars dancing between.
We are a starchild
sailing a galactic sea
in the company
of a million stars
feeding our souls destiny

with starlight in our eyes
we may see the world united
peace love unity respect
filling all the hearts of time
if we can unlock the possibility

We flower here
because the Universe loves us!
All it asks in return
is that we love each other
not worship, war, or strife

Life is a challange shaped by dreams
that come from the heavens abode
of hope love and life
that is the heart,
is the dream,
the faith...

with the light of stars dancing between
feeding our souls destiny
to love each other
not worship, war, or strife
but the dreams from heavens abode
feeding our souls destiny,
the light guides and thrives
and dives deep into our soul
giving intuition
and the mind's eye beholden

to love in each other,
to hope in each other
to live in each other
to dream in each other
to hold each other in our hearts
to believe in each other

Worship, war, and strife
these are the designs of men!
the greed of hearts!!

But the dreams from heavens abode
is the light that guides and strives
and dives deep within our souls
at the speedlimit of eternity
pushing us to progress
beyond mere words
The light guides and strives
to reach our lives
both to light our way
and shine the days truth

to deep within our souls...
believing in minds eye the warmth
of truths infinite nourishment
in time and space and light

at the speed limit of eternity,
boundless with but compasses
to guide us spiritually
to guide us materially
to guide us morally

Pushing us to progress
in this three dimensional space
Is we of the trinity
beyond space and time
but still occupy a mind
Not the Victor that stands before you
but the truth that guides

beyond mere words
to light our way
in truths infinite nourishment,
boundless with but compasses.
One for each dimension
Is we of the trinity
The light of our way
guides our actions
guides our play
like trying to make a rhyme
These are the things
we think
that cast shadows
and gives definition

in truths infinite nourishment.
The source.
This too is light:
a key of melody,
a three part harmony,
a weaving of the woald...

boundless with but compasses
to guide our happenstance
in fields of polarization
there is the simple, the complex
and the multiplexural of 3d worlds, again

One compass for each dimension
of space, time, and light
one for hope, love, and life
12 directions cardinal total
and only yourself to listen to

We of the trinity
weave the woald
of multiplexural worlds
that space 12 directions cardinal
with only ourselves to listen to
when in meditation
The weaving of the woald
is magic unfolding
it's not about power
it's not about control
but about making the beautiful
that spans the time and space and light

of multiplexural worlds...
many things compete
many things vie
many creates strife
and so life
belongs to the simple
to the complex
and to perceptiveness,
the multiplex

that space of 13 directions cardinal
1 in three; three in one
we of the trinity within
without the trinity about
beyond space and time
but still occupy a mind

with only ourselves to listen to
as a part of all
holographic transmission
like a karmic accounting
It's all good!

In meditation
the magic unfolds
to the perceptive
of the trinity
as a part of all
the magic unfolds
in the present moment
pay attention and you will find
it is all there in plain sight
for those who can see

for the perceptive,
no secret is hidden
no lie holds court
equal parts: open-mind
and opinion

The trinity is about life
not about dogma
it's about love
not about control
it's about hope
not about trouble

as a part of all
in the present moment
pay attention and you will find
no lie holds court
In the present moment
lies the key to the past
which is said to be
the key
to the future

Pay Attention
in order to find these keys,
for discovery starts
in the here and now

no lie holds court
with the key apparent
in the present moment
to unlock your destiny
for discovery starts
in the here and now
with the key apparent
try the lock right away
for danger lurks
in the unrealized destiny

in the present moment,
a minuet of about 13 breaths,
kings are made
and tyrants overthrown

to unlock your destiny.
Find the key and its mate
apply towards possibility.
Diligence and hard work
are your friends in this,
not necessarily the application
of any high minded science,

For discovery starts
with not knowing.
not understanding.
not having.
not swimming.
not thinking.
not working.
not doing.
not shining.
not liking.
not owning.
not using.
emptiness in a word.

In the here and now
in the unrealized destiny...
a minuet of thirteen breaths
applies torwards possibilities
through diligence and hardwork
even in emptiness.
In the unrealized destiny
one's future awaits...
make mine one with everything!

A minuet of thirteen breaths
in a moment, in a minutes
continuity is valued
for at least peace
and a bit of liberty
giving rise to multiplicity

applying towards possibilities
unlocking the future.
And this minuet is life eternal
played to sustain All life on Earth.
Your dog, your cat, that mosquito smashed
They will all see you in heaven
if you wish it.

Through diligence and hardwork
the field plowed blooms to harvest.
Not every seed will sprout
nor every fruition kept.
But this is why we plant acres
with more than one farmer
in more than one country
on more than one planet
It is the nature of spreading ones bets.

Even in emptiness
one's future awaits,
make mine one with everything!
With a bit of liberty,
the field plowed blooms to harvest.
One's future awaits
in the rubbish heap of yesterday
of what is tossed out tomorrow
is the boon of today

Make mine with everything
a balance of yesterdays
and tomorrows
patch these pants
with a ten-thousand samples
attach these clasps
of magnetic dipoles

With a bit of liberty
we can patch these pants
we can find the justice
we can find the life

The field plowed blooms to harvest
in the rubbish heap of yesteryear
and tomorrow
brings dreams of yesterdays
Nature is a balance between
In the rubbish heap of yesteryear
lies all the tomorrows
as well as all the yesterdays
If life is a beach, it's the recycling
of the sands of time

Tomorrow
archaeologists will replace
geologists of yesteryear
and the mining companies
will be sued for destruction
all the same

bringing dreams of yesterdays
and the long struggle
to preserve and protect
this wild land
and tame beast

Nature is a balance
between rubbish of yesterday
and the beach of tomorrow
recycling the sands of time
that preserves and protects us
Between rubbish of yesterday
and the future
lies the present
which a bunch of yesterdays got
recycled for a tomorrow

The beach of tomorrow
was probaly a beach
sometime in the past
but in a different rock
and from a different age
stone comes and goes

recycling the sands of time
Nature finds a use for everything
even it is just a memory
of what it once was
it can still make you smile

Preserving and protecting us
Out of recycled yesterdays
Stone comes and goes.
Even it is just a memory
of what it once was,
and hopefully makes one smile
Out of recycled yesterdays
comes the poetry
that is the world
every blissful kiss
on every eyelid
We all drive starcore cars & trucks

Stone comes and go
The sands of time
are recycled
hundreds of times
beach to stone to beach

Even stone is just a memory
of what created
existence
It is up to you
to co-create

What stone once was
was either similar
or completely different
but its flexibility
(Its willingness to persist)
is what ensures its existence

Hopefully we make each other smile
with our starcore cars and trucks
as the sands of time
co-create
with its willingness to persist
With our starcore cars
we deliver groceries and pizzas
to the time of heaven
as progress marches on

The sands of time
trickle as dunes march.
All we have is time.
Control
is merely deciding
how to spend it
before the spoilage date

Co-Create
We do, reality does.
As you would have it
program it
-For all it takes for evil to win
is for a good man to do nothing-

My willingness to persist
is progress marching on
at a trickle like a dune's march
as I would have it.
I program it.
Progress marches on
with the ticking of a clock
and the rushing of blood
and the recharge of rain
and the thaw of the sun

A dune's march
ticks on erratic.
Like rocks rolling downhill,
it picks up it's behind
and places it in front.
When all is obscured it does this
to advance to its destiny
and expansion
due to the winds
self-interested bluster.

I would have
time march on like the rain
recharging my veins
so I could nurture my life
with the greatest of ease
while continuing to contribute
back to the One that
quenches my thirst.

I co-create
in the rushing of blood
to advance my destiny
so I can nurture my life
as well as those I care for
with the greatest of ease.
In the rushing of blood
minutes get purchased
hours are flooded
and time ceases
when all work is done

to advance my destiny.
The butterfly floats
to the whims of the wind
but has choice of when
to
land-
again

to nurture 'is life
and those 'e cares for
in the symbiotic dance
of life.
The harmony sublime
to which definition
otherwise defies
cognizance,
for what pattern
does a butterfly
enhance?

The greatest of ease
purchases minutes
as a butterly floats
in symbiosis
To purchase minutes
one uses their brain
to coordinate
what one wants
with what is
and how to go about
to get it

A butterfly floats
managing subsistence
and apparently
that's all there is
to being a butterfly
IN heaven, too

Symbioticly,
one uses their brain
to create the present
out of the past
AND the future
to float happy
like a violet butterfly
One uses their brains
like veins of gold
nestled and protected
and valued penultimate
like the fifth
element
descended from heaven

to create the present,
it is riddled with reason
in the tumult
of base chaos
the rock glitters
a bit from the invasion
of order from
a noble metal

and in the past
lies circumstance.
A historical perspective
is the competing interests
of needs and wants
and wants
of lesser wrongs
and of ambition
of those in control

While the Future
is formed from Dreams
and Fears and Hopes
of things to be

Float Happy
like a violet butterfly!
like the fifth element!
for life is riddled with reason
of competing interests
And formed from Dreams-
big Dreams.
A violet butterfly
feeds, and all his actions
returns to Nature's source
whether weather patterns
in his wings
or pollination of flowers-
in his dreams

The fifth element
is like nectar
for soul's dimension
which returns
to feed the Earth
progenitor

Life is riddled with reason
everything moving in circles
from people to trees
and stars and coffee
to sights unseen
it is the cycle of things

Competing interests
keeps things renewing
the paper becomes a poem
becomes a cardboard box
to ship a candle
that brings dreams
of evening glowings

The Future is formed from dreams.
Feed, and all actions
is like nectar
to the cycle of things
that bring the evening glowings.

>>>>>Progress: part three<<<<< 

Progress: part one


Supplying the market with material
meters supply and demand
so that economics becomes synonomous
with materialism
and consumerism is bred

So does nature supply man
with houses like a beaver,
made of sticks,
and roads like the deer and elk
with webs of transportation

In matters spiritual
who can say what way is close to God
but close to God is the way
and thus empty of expectation
can one receive the present

And thus all progress is made
industry manufacturing the material
nature growing the spiritual
with all thought, a great tree,
bending to the winds of time

Industry grows like money
much like Nature, grows like God
and all the questions of the universe
reduce to, can we make it through this
for a present of progress
Nature grows like God
in an infinity of ways.
Nature can be savage
and at the same time compassionate
half-way around the world
to believers and non-believers, alike.

While the questions of the Universe
dare the heart to dream,
and can open the present before us
so it unfolds behind,
tragedy abounds.

Can we make it through,
everything says yes.
years upon years councils our path
eyes upon eyes scry our future
tongues upon tongues argue for us

for a presence of progress
to move forward
to grow up/down/sideways
in a societal mores
in a personal victory

Industry flows with materialism
in an infinity of ways
While the questions of the universe
dare the heart to dream
with eyes upon eyes scrying our future
in a personal victory
In an infinity of ways and means
products come to markets
Oversupplied Overdemanded
Copyrighted, Patented
All physical and material

While the questions of the universe
dare the heart to dream
of wilder questions and answers
and mountain peaks that gleam
of farther flung victory

With eyes upon eyes scrying
paths are laid out forthwith
for in seeing the problem
can one frame the question
that is to be the solution

in a personal victory.
And so time winds
like a river, out to sea...
and industry grows amok
with limited-liability

Industry is material
products coming to market
while daring hearts dream
of wilder questions
that are to be solutions
as time flows brightly
Products come to market
in a slurry of rockets
though it's once told
that below the gold
lies a 60 cent profit

while daring hearts dream
of yonder streams
that feed the leaves of trees
grown gold and ruddy
in the evening light peace

of wilder questions.
like cold fusion,
they burst the seams
with truth to be free
and be rid of the chilly pills

supposed to be the solutions.
supposingly enough
because of the trade-off
between bad and better-than
or maybe even a few rather-thans

as time flows brightly
in a slurry of rockets
while daring hearts dream
like cold fusion,
maybe we're better off
than a few rather-thans
in a slurry of rockets
time stored pockets
seed the stars
with gifts
from alien visitors

while daring hearts dream
of return messages here on Earth,
the Universe IS a very big place

with things like cold fusion
and flying machines
and universal consciousness
and burrowing memes
It is the universe of 10,000 things!

Maybe we're better off
being humane rather than human
in a world of fishes and bears
for to err is human
but to be compassionate is humane

with A few rather-thans
of stored time in pockets
with return messages here on Earth
from universal consciousness of inifinity,
to be compassionate is humane
storing time in pockets
is a gift of intelligence
There's so many ways to fold things
sometimes it's just a matter of deciding
which type of time one needs

Like return messages here on Earth
the time unfolds like secret letters
from the back chair of study hall
or math class when things are slow
or maybe perhaps shop class when one makes

and the universal consciousness of infinity
unfolds with the wise letter to oneself
so that in just writing back and forth
creates a harmony such
that others
may be jealous

To be compassionate is humane,
a gift of intelligence.
From the back chair of study hall
unfolds the wise letter to oneself
one free of regrets, hopefully
a gift of intelligence
spring is sprung,
Little enough do we know
how our own brains work
Nature communicates in 10,000 ways

From the back chair of study hall
I can see birds harken the sun
I can see earthworms tilling
Trees sprout everywhere
and the clock ticks the next second

Unfolding the letter in my lap
I'm careful not to tear its message
for I've unfolded letters before
and regretted unable to read it's
wisdom in the folds as well

Hopefully free of regrets
this spring is sprung
I can see birds harken the sun
far off
in the wisdom of their folds
This spring is sprung
the water flows everywhere...
up the trees
around the clouds
down the rivers

I can see the birds singing
I can hear the wind blowing
everything choruses
Nature is reborn
Our hearts ascend the sky

far off
time ticks somewhere
someone rhymes a poem
some kid laughs at a silly joke
some earthworm feeds a prince
some prince feeds an earthworm

In the wisdom of the fold
the trees grow up
around the clouds to fall down.
I can hear the wind blowing
choruses of the same refrain
as some kid laughs at a silly joke.
the trees and brush grow up
shelter, food, protection
buffets the wind, the rain
holds the soil in a cradle
so cradles may bloom once again

around the clouds
what once was weeds
what once was barbarism.
Now, a proud civility
of the old sharing with the young
and the unique in commonality.

I can hear the wind blowing
lilts of the same song,
the world over
celebrating both life and death,
commingling the unity
in the young and old alike.

Choruses of the same refrain
repeated in both isolation and unity
echoing the song of the first sunrise
It's melody weaving its way
along the leaf laden path
and sparkling in the streams
of conciousness

Some kid laughs at a silly joke,
under the trees providing
shelter, food, and protection,
which once was weeds and barbarism
in the young and old alike,
echoing the song of the first sunrise.
Under the trees providing
Shelter, food, and protection
lie generations past
providing soil and nutrients
for generations to come

What was once weeds and barbarism
has become untamed civility
like a rappers loquaciousness,
like a buffalo grazing,
like an eagles nest
it perches in the shadow.

For the young and old alike,
Nature awaits exploration
Some to ponder from an easychair
or classroom
and others as they splash
through a blundering creek

Echoes of the first sunrise
still provide soil and nutrients
like a buffalo grazing,
Nature awaits exploration.
Providing soil and nutrients
means dodging the reaper
not death or time or anything
these are not evil,
these are the things that sowed us.
But dodging the thoughtless and greedy,
the rubbler of worlds.

Like a buffalo grazing
humanity consumes mountains and forests,
within our own limitations.
We are not the rubblers of worlds,
but some would imitate them
in their greed and thoughtlessness.

Nature awaits exploration
as we nibble near roots.
This is not evil,
Nature sustains us,
but thoughtless and greedy actions
may be irrevocable.
We are not the rubblers of worlds,
lets not act like them.
As we nibble near roots
we can hear the earth
and smell the rain.
Praire dogs bark
and meadowlarks sing
in our company.

This is not evil
to have community
of such untamed civility.
There is strength in our numbers
as well as in our neighbors company.

Nature sustains us,
the changing of the song
marks time for our keep.
The barking of the dog
brings warning of invaders.

The thoughtless and greedy
act as children without equal.
The careful and considerate
act as students without teachers.

We are not the rubblers of worlds
whole planets they have left
sundered and dying.
We rejoice in the four seasons
and call one planet home.

Let's not act like them...
we can hear the Earth
of such untamed civility
with changes in the song.
Let's act as students without teachers
and rejoice in the four seasons
We can hear the Earth
and it's creeks of old age.
We watch it's thunder pass by
We run from the volcanoes
and pray for rain

The Earth and it's untamed civility
there are no new suprises
just old suprises, repeated over
Savage in its needs
while civil in its revelations

Changes in the song
bring new things to being
into the melody braided
by all things sharing
this great green spaceship

Let's act as students without teachers
let's learn a few things on our own.
It starts with observation
but also a willingness
to try new things
and new ideas on for size

to rejoice in the four seasons
and its creeks of old age
and old suprises repeated over again
into a melody braided.
It's this willingness of nature
to try new things and new ideas
that makes the simple so complex.
Nature's creeks of old age
rub a familiar saw
In to the rocks and our bellies
and to anything that will listen
to its pattering and play

The old suprises repeated over again
like a weary joke
sometimes still hold an edge
when told to a fresh audience
or someone who sees meaning in it

A melody braids
from events and the meaning therein
Nature relays
many commands and requests
though she's singing,
so isn't always clear as a creek
as to what Nature is saying

It's this willingness
to communicate
that spurrs the heart
to listen dear,
not only does it go for a song
but is so lovingly beautiful.

Nature tries new things and new ideas
a tadpole becomes a frog
an egg becomes a chick
a bookworm, a novelist
a novelist into a successful author
even her children take after her.

This makes the simple quite complex
from the rocks to our bellies
like a weary joke
that spurrs the heart.
Nature's children take after her.
From the rocks to our bellies
Food grows and abounds
the rocks feed the soil
the soil feeds our crops
Everything participates
in the cycle of things
as the great feeds the small

Like a weary joke that spurrs the heart
the repetition of the cycle
the four seasons
brings new awareness
brings new scenes
to the forefront of being
all is replenished
when it comes round again

Nature's children take after her
Everything participates
as the great feed the small
bringing new awareness
to the forefront of being
All is replenished
Everything participates
the wind, the rain
the earthquake
Like an earthworm tilling
so many things doing
their own things
creating a harmony

as the great feed the small
and man is so very small
an eyeblink in 4.5 billion years
with the force of gods about
and so very dependent
in our independence
Life is a gift

bringing new awareness
Life is a spring
bringing new hope
to send up prayers upon
or to spurr work to progress with
for the turkey and the sage hen
for the humane and the cognizant

The forefront of being
is a reality of many things
a huge complex web
of interdependence
with niche players
and generalists

All is replenished
the wind, the rain
Life is a spring
bringing new hope
in a huge complex web
of interdependence
the rain, the wind
the soil, the light
Persians believe
so it's been told me
that when in balance
then the fifth element
becomes free

Life is a spring
life, love, hope
these are all things
making more of themselves,
growing harmonies,
like a stone soup
feeding the millions

bringing in new hope with
a pinch of love from here
a bunch of life from there
with a few spices,
serves up well
and redeems man

in the huge complex web
of people making
a community
the turtle, the hare
the fox, the bear
and everyone partaking

Interdependence
that when in balance
grows harmonies
that serve up well
for people making
a community.
Balancing
the opposites
or just the unique
can take as much skill
as you're willing to put
into it

In order to grow harmony.
Sometimes it's in singing
sometimes in living
sometimes in finding the right
thing to say to not scare away
the hope life and love
of the progress one
hopes to achieve
             
or hopes to serve up
or life to serve up
or love to serve up
balance in these things
bring many dreams
The city on the hill

for people making
a can do it life,
A people interdepending
is a strong people
through their diversity,
a lesson taken from Nature.

A community,
a balance of unique
hopes, lives, and loves,
can bring many dreams
and build a strong people
through their diversity
a balance of the unique
ends and means
can be a spiritual path
nourishing you on your way
or a path filled with dark
death, and destruction

life, hope, and love
this is the path the light treads
building these will make one stronger:
a person, a community, a nation, a planet.
A plant, an animal, a person, a planet
all have found the force in themselves,
all have walked spiritual paths.

Bring many positive dreams
on this journey
It is a long one
and it helps
to have something to do
and Plus!
dreams can grow!

To build a strong people
you've got to feed them
good things, good people
bad things, bad people
Like two coyotes vying

Through their diversity
life, hope, and love
may nourish you on your way
while building will make one stronger
on this journey
of two coyotes warring inside
life, hope, love
life for our faith
hope for our dreams
love for our hearts

may nourish one on their way
on long ardous journeys
or sitting still.
A person, a community
a planetary entity,
all these require
nourishing.

While building will make one stronger
life builds life emergent
hope builds hope emergent
love builds love emergent
and since all these nourish

on this journey
it behooves us to
build the worlds around
as well as our own.

Coyotes vie
for life, hope, and love too
since these nourish
all living beings
on their journey
through time and space
For Life, Love, and Hope
we'll fight like a coyote
we'll howl at the moon
we'll pine like a forest
Or we can grow our own
as in a homebrewed beer
they give superpowers

These nourish the soul
and all come from nature
Like a rappers loquaciouseness
like the buffalo
like an eagles nest

All living beings
sing this three part harmony
whether for good or bad
is the test of time
whether for suffering or humanity
is the chance of oppurtunity

on their journey
and sojourns
in the vales
and up top
under the roof
of the sky
and in the fight
to put things right.

Through Time and Space
we'll grow our own
as all comes from nature
that sings this three part harmony
whether for good or bad
in the fight to put right
things gone wrong in happenstance
We'll grow our own
like an antiphage
it will eat the disease
that hijacks the machinery
of industry
like a beer
it will purify the water
that pollutes the streams
of nature

10,000 things come from nature
unruly at the same time the source
a synthesis of a jack in all trades
or at times a samaritan
see it as a whole and one has
the basis for negotiation

My soul sings this three part harmony
yet while alone is a simple melody
the truth is of you too
Your a meadowlark of a different heart
stardust that's fallen from when
the Gods rebelled against time

Good or bad
you sing the song
of existence, too

In the fight to put right
death, despair, and hate
as put to you by your king

Things gone wrong
hijacks the machinery
pollutes the stream
See the world as a whole
the truth is of you, too
you sing the song of existence
in carrying the fire
Hijacking the machinery
virii sucks the life
polluting the stream
bacteria poison the hope
corrupting the mind
fear bites the love

See this world as a whole
like a bridge spanning time
this spaceship Earth
sustains itself
from it's nUcLear reActOr
powering with wireless energy
to receiving stations
that we can eat

This truth is of you, too
you're solar powered
except for Ketchekanians
they're from Venus
much of what we know
from physics to chemistry
is from light we used for sight
And there's a google of starlight
in the skies at night

You sing part in this existence
of a million worlds
revolving 10,000 stars
from mountains
to the heavens
to the galactic rim
PLUR has come
born from the seed
of God's rebellion against time

Let's carry the fire
and not eat other people
Let's sustain ourselves
with solar power
on a million worlds
revolving 10,000 stars
Let's not eat other people
it's murder for one
and cannibalism
tends to make people fearful
fear leads to anger to hate

Let's sustain ourselves
by things available
within our means
by things that come to us
naturally

like solar power
the radiant energy
of nuclear fusion
that feeds the plants
as well as algae
of the ocean

On a million worlds
solar power reigns
as foreign plants
compete
with foreign animals
under foreign stars

Around 10,000 stars
things come naturally
under suns of fusion
that feed foreign plants
and competing animals
things come naturally
they work themselves out
balance is never really lost
things even out

under suns of fusion
many things can happen
in geologic time
The span of planets
is one long rhyme
that nickels and dimes
the lies
that can't stand the sight of the sun

foreign plants
don't whither in the dark
they take this oppurtunity
to relax and breath
new life into the world
and hang on to the spinning Earth

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