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  1. The New Giants

    Luna in the woods, photo by the author
    Grab a nice haircut
    these rolling pins.
    They know how to handle the vital in certain situations,
    the ones where they meet the real world.
    Do you call them cough suppressants?
    It’s not about denial anything.
    They lift up the world.
    They love it into being.
    Did you know creation is starlight?
    They are on the forefront of that.
    They don’t waste time.
    Even sleep they use to their advantage.
    They are not kingpins.
    They have a guru master
    guides them every day
    where their inner being meets the world.
    It’s inner contact crisp and clean.
    It’s the inner consciousness guide,
    and they soul with the world.

    How big are their thoughts?
    They carry Earth.
    This is every day.
    Civilization,
    well they feel inside,
    like they have evolved with man
    through every Kris Kringle,
    amazed we no longer live in caves
    and now live in modernity.
    They are the house of humankind.
    They’re on the whereabouts of man.
    They hold man tight,
    are all over its feeling
    joining God there.
    They intercede for man
    in the harshness of his journey.
    This is wide open fire,
    and they can identify with the rule and the snake,
    wanting what’s best for the peoples of the Earth,
    wanting freedom to be and to choose
    the greatness of each individual.
    They’re seeing what they need to do to change
    and be the staircase of man,
    the help in his endeavor
    to have compassion for all
    and bully no one.

    This is their strange keeper,
    these heroes of the thought of man.
    They reach out for the growth of everybody,
    even those we despise
    and call evil.
    This is their special operation,
    but they can confront evil in the world
    and make no bones about it.
    They can see behind the scenes
    and reveal evil in its place.
    You will not find them safe here.
    They expose evil.
    Alright I’ll send it to yah.
    You are very selfish.
    I don’t know it’s been fusing.
    Leave this to yourself;
    get married and have kids;
    do not stand up for
    these divine fools;
    throw them in the clink
    with your fumbles with love.

    I don’t know it has any power,
    the system we wear in shoes
    to put the name of the Lord on.
    This world here will eat you alive,
    but I’m game.
    I give God my all.
    I don’t throw him in the dirt.
    Come on,
    get goin’.
    I’ve heard some living out here?
    We go to school.
    Do you call your name Mrs. Kravitz?
    He put no.
    Well I am about your bed.
    I’m at the end of your feet.
    I test the ground of your heart.
    We’ll give it to yah,
    a safe haven.
    It goes through the community;
    it goes through the communication
    in honor to meet the jump rope.

    I’ve really crafted it the way it is
    says the community ring.
    All the raccoons are pretty.
    Please stay in the car
    Luna.
    She just had a…
    There’s something over there.
    There’s something else.
    She knows that you’re protecting her.
    Luna in this exploratory relationship
    do business
    as members of the community.
    Can you come over here?
    You’re a mountain clan.
    Will you please deal our dog right?
    She never leaves our side.
    No fenced in in the backyard for her.
    No putting her on some chain.
    She is our honey child.
    Let her walk among you.
    She’s walkin’ to her next life human,
    and you can you grasp that with a dog?
    Their soul rang out
    you’ll move ahead
    letting me be by my masters.
    Do you see the relationship?
    Good.

    I’m just leavin’
    for my own house in the woods.
    Participate
    in your wholesome community.
    Alright I will not roar
    my own special status,
    but will a poet be admitted?
    And in his verse is a new society
    for a better world.
    Can I be a poet among you
    challenging the way we do things?
    This gets me in trouble,
    why I’m here.
    Douglas and I are searching goals here.
    We’re looking for a better land.
    That okay?

    Days of unity,
    all this is a unity project,
    and we’re not just separate neighbors,
    nor alone isolated individuals
    in a world.
    We are everything,
    and everything is us.
    We are part of oneness’ clan.
    We cultivate that help.
    We live that example
    a sacrifice doin’ it,
    not a free-for-all,
    not a give everything away,
    a balanced, measured diet of oneness
    that knows our strengths and weaknesses
    and our own importance to the group.
    We are learning oneness as we go along,
    and great that field play.

    Fifteen seconds ago
    forces of power moved us from our home,
    the power that destroys lives.
    I was writing poetry on the beach.
    It angered the local kingpins.
    They threw away the Constitution and got rid of me.
    We fled in haste.
    We are refugees.
    Can you put that into your hat and smoke it?
    Can you consider us with kid gloves?
    Thank you kindly.
    It is our effort to be kind too.
    We’re in the woods,
    the place we wanna be,
    the place we feel asked for us,
    if you can see correspondence in roadways.
    This is exciting for us.
    This is wonderful.
    This is joy in the Lord.
    Everpresent,
    he is our refuge.
    He is our one at hand.

    We’re forgetting
    how huge he is with you too.
    It’s just isolated stupidities
    in the greatness of the Lord.
    We bask in him
    and turn our trucks towards him.
    Hallelujah you do too,
    and we are thankful for that.
    God is great.
    God is wonderful.
    God is our sudden being
    in the fullness of time,
    and all of you,
    yes we see your indwelling divinity.
    We see the One that you are.
    We see mystery behind your eyes
    that gathers all existence unto itself.
    Sometimes we have to pinch ourselves to find it,
    but we endeavor never to slap you forgetting it.

    How does a poet ride evil then?
    How does a poet point out a needed change
    and not neglect his power,
    her force?
    With no hate,
    and the whole poem will tell you what it’s about.
    I’ve been here,
    to the Lord’s altar,
    and I heard what to say,
    and meditate
    on what I have written.
    It doesn’t go lightly my Lord.
    Have a good night.
    Have a beautiful day.
    Have a glorious day.

    We go out.
    We go down.
    These weapons in our hands,
    this is why
    we last well with each other
    if our weapons are not hurting other people.
    Om to find one,
    I slept in Om.
    I did not just shoot somebody
    with no regard to their safety.
    I challenged them
    to put goodness on their pathways,
    to champion the thought of love,
    to broker peace between us.

    Can you get that right?
    Not everybody will be pleased.
    Some will say you’re wrong.
    How do we change then,
    if it’s not put before us?
    What is nonviolence in speaking?
    Sometimes you have to will to change.
    Sometimes you have to go the distance
    to give someone a mirror to look at
    to honor
    the gateway to peace.
    Is that size up?
    It’s not puttin’ anyone down
    in mean speech.
    It’s not striking out in anger
    or blind reaction.
    It wants someone to see themselves
    and make change.
    With some it is impossible,
    but you follow the Spirit’s lead.

    I’m here, I’m here
    to help you remember
    you have these tigers,
    and you know you never change.
    The impossible seem the odds.
    Then the Lord comes to you a gifted angel,
    holds your hand,
    looks into your eyes.
    The startling he is there
    will wake up the most slumbering sleeper,
    will knock your fucking socks off,
    will make you cry in submission
    to the mercy he offers you.
    I am that man;
    I am that woman,
    complete now in the genders I wear,
    hallelujah,
    and uh,
    birth control,
    no bad comes from my hands no more.
    Both dammit
    sacrifice for the good of all.

    How else can you describe killing a part of yourself
    that was as natural to you as rain?
    Herein lies the crux of the matter:
    in every single part of ourselves,
    in every single fiber,
    speaking of the human being in all its parts,
    mountains can go wrong.
    You can be defeated by yourself,
    murdered by your own breezeway,
    killed by your cells.
    Pity we have
    for bodily and mental challenges.
    We have none for the heart
    when it goes awry.
    We have none for the hands
    that obey an errant heart.
    We punish those people,
    get rid of them,
    but we fail here.

    Love thy neighbor no exceptions,
    and a cancer patient,
    someone with down syndrome,
    has the wheels of a disease
    that also someone lost in behaviors we abhor
    has in the house of their being.
    Freewill’s at stake,
    and it’s the issue here,
    but not confronted with this disease
    how can you hate and judge my friend?
    Animal ways breed animal man,
    and when you kill someone for doing wrong
    or slice them with punishment’s scalpel,
    you’ve carried out the wrong they’ve done.
    By the witness of the crowd
    and with its consent
    we bury humanity here.
    We tear asunder our house.
    Separate the people you need to separate
    if their behavior’s eminent,
    but treat them as lost children,
    not monsters and vile things.

    Dr. George Washington Carver
    was a miracle among you.
    The Earth spoke to him softly
    of healing need,
    but he was a negro,
    when that word was in fashion,
    when Jim Crow ruled his land,
    when he was hated and looked down upon
    for being black.
    What a choice God chose for this man.
    He lived up to his day.
    He stood tall and strong.
    He heard the plants speak,
    the clay and flowers around him.
    He heard the inner voice,
    saw visions of these things,
    and we prized him for it.
    Some had prejudice to overcome,
    the strongest of their day.
    Pardon me ma’am.
    Pardon me sir.
    I am of this vehicle made.
    You are hearin’ my voices speak
    in a miracle of love.

    I am the thought of this day
    to bring healing and remedy
    in our moral world,
    in the disease that afflicts the heart and hands.
    Are you prejudice and blind?
    It’s the same today
    as it was yesterday
    in how we perceive our fellow man.
    We hate him for being this thing on earth
    he didn’t choose.
    The Earth made him that way,
    the elements of man.
    Now I bring great healing
    upon the Earth
    for those with eyes that see.
    Inner voice led me to it
    and the vision of God.
    I walk with Mr. Creator like Dr. Carver,
    my walk just as deep in intensity.
    I differ in skin color and mode of religion,
    and I work with different elements.
    I am here for the morality of man.
    Is that too terrible today?
    Is that wrong?
    Is that okay?

    They’re at Conservative National Forest,
    and it’s real lively here,
    in a time capsule.
    People go about their business here
    in their own brand of music.
    If Saint Francis of Assisi is their patron saint,
    they abhor animals in their court,
    and they’re holding court with the Timeless,
    not allowing him inside.
    This is grand design.
    It’s rigid here and far flung,
    but leeway is making a living.
    Let the flowers speak!
    I haven’t heard this yet,
    and they’re borrowing on marked time.
    Conscious group process
    is a recovery.
    It’s not on those lines yet,
    but I do think they see it.
    I just don’t know if they’ll let it in.
    They make a big show of love and approval,
    but it’s high speech not actions yet
    when you get right down to it with one of them,
    and the opposite is true the few and far between,
    and be done with.
    They teeter there,
    and it happens to snow.
    A peaceful community lines these shores.

    So I’ve landed.
    So I’ve come here from a long ways.
    Do you know how to dance lower than you are?
    This is my piece of cake here.
    I just want them to know I love,
    and I’m a handy man around the house.
    Poetry’s a stick in the mud.
    It’s not their wax paper.
    It’s not their hole in the ground either.
    I think those things are old peoples’ photos,
    who grafted this community
    from a peace on earth vigil.
    Poetry is of the Spirit.
    Ya’ll have fun
    I was reluctant to say.
    Five thousand and something,
    I’ve reached a breakthrough there
    in poetry.
    I’m not the only one.
    Thanks and cough syrup,
    you’re hollerin’ in community.
    Just keep the garbage squared away and you’ll be fine,
    and probably don’t eat the squirrels.
    Poetry will buttonhole later.
    Who wants to eat?
    I guess I’ll be their good cook,
    but I don’t sprout my beans first.
    Oh well.

    Okay the finals is not typicals of the
    the community here,
    world community.
    How do we change ourselves into an image of the indwelling Lord?
    How do we be our soul on the surface of ourselves?
    How do we become spiritually enlightened?
    Do we know the difference
    between being enlightened
    and being up on ourselves?
    What is the soul change,
    and where is our divinity?
    Is that the indwelling soul,
    or the secret, hidden God overhead
    the soul leads us to?
    Where do we find God
    as these hapless creatures on earth,
    the God of the whole
    that can bring us to our summit selves
    and cherish our lives with us
    as we are now
    and be that constant companion
    that we look to always?
    Where is he our Lord,
    and what about a mother’s might,
    this sweetness and safety of her breasts,
    and we are little ones there,
    really, really comfortable
    with she is our whole world?
    Do you hear me Stephen?
    Do you hear me world?

    I’m game are you?
    I’m sittin’ on the sofa
    right here in God.
    A change of nature I have made,
    not enlightened,
    and I am not yet my divinity,
    but the soul has power
    to express itself in verse
    alive in God.
    Even if it’s just to the woods
    my voices ring,
    I’ve found the Earth here,
    and I treasure it in my hands.
    Oh my dear brother,
    sweet sister,
    will you?
    #compassion #evil #God #love #loveThyNeighbor #peace #poem #poet #spiritualEnlightenment #spirituality #theLord #theSoul
  2. "If we lack #basictrust, it becomes important for us to develop it. Development here does not mean building up some new experience of self. It means experiencing the factors which brought about the original profound disconnection from reality and, in particular, experiencing repeatedly the fundamental truth of nonseparateness to the point where the soul can again rest in the knowledge of that truth. Each new experience of essential truth deepens #theSoul’s contact with her own basic trust."

  3. "So if #basictrust is present, #theSoul will more easily let go of old structures, will more easily settle into simply being, and will tend to let its process unfold without interference, which will lead naturally toward essential development. Without basic trust, the attitude of #ego will predominate; the soul will lack implicit confidence in her life and process. The ego will try to take things into its own hands and manipulate, pushing things one way or the other, resulting in the further isolation and entrenchment of ego."

  4. #TheSoul is this week's topic in @neurothing's #ThursdayFiveList. As usual, my submissions are in a 🧵.

    5. Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here

    "We're just two lost souls
    Swimming in a fish bowl
    Year after year"

    song.link/i/700058019

  5. #ThursdayFiveList #TheSoul

    1.) Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine
    A sort of dual monologue between a grieving lover and the spirit of the deceased.
    songwhip.com/cradle-of-filth/n

    2.) Blut Aus Nord - Epitome XV
    songwhip.com/blut-aus-nord/epi

    3.) Ayreon - Castle Hall
    CW on this one for references to rape. The story of Into the Electric Castle is of people plucked from earth throughout time to participate in this alien’s game, and not all are good people. He gets what’s coming to him.
    songwhip.com/ayreon/the-castle

  6. Thursday is a busy day for tags around here , I'll start with @neurothing 's #ThursdayFiveList inviting us to explore #TheSoul
    I'll open with . The Eels: Souljacker
    youtube.com/watch?v=PNEVbhqkKh
    Terrorvision: Hole for a Soul youtube.com/watch?v=PNUtJl2Z1W
    Nine Inch Nails: Dead Souls youtube.com/watch?v=WeAiRM1CVU
    They Might Be Giants: Birdhouse in Your Soul youtube.com/watch?v=vn_or9gEB6
    Iron Maiden: The Book of Souls youtube.com/watch?v=4dmQ4pVDzC

  7. Today's #ThursdayFiveList is all the feels for this 'Map of the Soul' era #FediArmy

    And so it's 5 BTS songs from that era that get to the very essence of #TheSoul

    Thanks to @neurothing for yet another great theme!

    Persona
    youtu.be/M9Uy0opVF3s

    Outro : Ego
    youtu.be/LmApDbvNCXg

    Inner Child (Lyrics MV)
    youtu.be/GgsSKm9fwcE

    Louder Than Bombs (Fan-Made MV)
    youtu.be/TfvShMWGbwI

    BTS: 'Black Swan' Art Film performed by MN Dance Company
    youtu.be/vGbuUFRdYqU

    #BTS #MOTS #KPop

  8. Hello, people!

    For this #ThursdayFiveList , a trope that is quite present in lyrics and it's also so complicated to define, but that, in a nutshell, it means, "its very essence".

    So, this #ThursdayFiveList is for the essence of things. The "soul" of the things.

    Five songs related to soul. Spiritual or abstract, it doesn't matter.

    Let's search for #TheSoul

    Mine in the next toot.