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.

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