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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