The Children's Peace Plan

I.

Ask the children for Peace Plans!

No God has ever come!

Food, clothing, shelter.   For these,Love stands! 

Not life forever in hereafter to come!

Silence guns! Testosterone's helter skelter!

Watch joyful child-eyes light up the land!

Set Free family love, 

Root of social-love to rise above!

Community embraces real nest, childhood joy!

Here, life and soul find their ploy!

II.

Ask not that empire rules 

Holding riches stolen! 

By hoax of false divine; 

Stop ceremony devised by fools.

Ask not generals and soldiers!

Here, death and ego run for fun!

Where have all the flowers gone!

To grave yards youth-full, every one!

Yea, children are the future

Of Love and community-nurture!

Chose no more life of greed and hate;

Chose Earth-child -- all, hence, elevates.

Bond human hearts: soul of matter!

Not a never seen hereafter!

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We Shall Know the Truth

          By L. S. Heatherly

We shall know the truth--
That truth is known far less
In pursuit of happiness!

Far more in paths through maze
That lead us to our children's joys.
No more to gun's false fate deploys!

Away from greed, wealth and power;
Into childhood's endless showers
Of growth upon all family ways.

This, down through ancient, human hours;
This human spring comes, still, again.

As long as this may, still, remain
Our true, highest, human power.




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The Greatest Gift: Children's Eyes

              By L.S. Heatherly

         Children: the Origin of Peace

I.
Be thankful for peace;
For, where there is peace,
There is rooted love.
These two, as one, rise above.

II.
The most thanksgiving of our lives?
Our look into all children's eyes!

Springs, here, the answer to all whys!
Souls, here, re-root; lest childhood dies!

Earth's sweet, human Soul need not die;
Boot's march for holy words. Boots lie!

Greed: brings the money changers' lies;
Love: springs all peace: from children's eyes!

When, all Lands, once again, kneel here:
Greed, war, fear:
Each of these, then, dies.





Copyright 2015 L.S. Heatherly

The Highest Love of Any God

                   By  L.S. Heatherly

I. Prologue: Selfishness Vs. Love --Brotherhood-Family-Community Love

Send Heart's Word forth to every nation:
There is no Heaven awaiting
The murderers of children--
God's sweetest, highest creation!

For, the highest love of any God
Is the Love of innocent children!

Children have been the most treasured members of humanity (and of
Social mammals), forever.  Will our actions of love for our children
Rise up! Into a declared war on the terrorisms that are killing our children!

In the West run by billionaires of global, hi-tech plutocracies/kleptocracies,
A handful of hateful, deprived hearts, here and there,
Can decrease the co-operation, compassion,
And practice of human goodness, family, and community, everywhere.


II. Children as the Source of Human Love

The essence of childhood
Is the Safeness of the Child's Loves

If millions of global, young people
Were organized to compose  Thankfulness lists,

Even, merely, short lists,
Of the cherishings
They are thankful for;

If these lists were messaged into ISIS areas,
And, via media, to home-grown terrorists everywhere--

Serving notice--
From airplanes high over
ISIS villages and cities--
That Global Children are
United against all terrorism.

The bulk of these lists would mention/refer to
Parents, siblings, family, friends-- held as child-birthrights!
Freedoms to grow, live, work, play and love together--

Midst peaceful homes, schools, streets, playgrounds;
Midst clear and free fields,
Of all kind and color of
Earth's innate human being, heart and spirit!

Thereafter, the driving selfishness
Of ego-centered individuals,
Grown as a cancer in the heart of ISIS belief,

Would suffer the irreversible blows
Of wide brotherhood, compassion and love,
Carried, since primordial, human beginnings,

As love flowing into our children
And flowing out from our children,

As the blossomings within human adulthood,
Into the fruitings of community,
Human goodwill, commonality and trade..

And, as well, sustaining our Humanity upon
This ancient, living Earth, jeweled with
The growth of manifold forms of Love.


Copyright 2015  L.S. Heatherly

Garden of Being

            By  L.S. Heatherly
(dedicated to past Gardeners)

Unchased, now, one woman,
Unpursueing, now, one man,
Untilled, now, one garden.

One soul, believing no time is free,
Making its ancient rounds, diligently.
Yet, leaving more stones unturned.

One being, one citizen, of Earth's soil,
On watch over soil-life, sans toil,
Recovers something so faithfully earned:

Human culture-sproutings from Earth,
Once, our fate! An innate part of us;
Now, recovered birthright! So just!

Children, family, working, playing,
Rediscover their relatings in the maze
Of plant, blood, and human ways.

Yea, once -- before History's conquests --
Embraced, passed, equally, to all;
O vital part: of human being's call!

Fingers touch soil, water and air of Earth,
Souls' clutch growth, from seeds of their birth.



Copyright 2014   L.S. Heatherly

Studios of Love

When our human Soul breaks through --
Into lyrics, voice and tunes;
All make united love, come true.

All live together in a room
Next to human being's oldest loom;

One part of Human Soul, is reconceived
Through a passageway to rebirth, thus received!

Spring again our lovings so old!
All occuring in sound-hearing-speech room--
Recording studio of Soul.

Enter, then, all studios of old:
Babe, through breast and eye, is told;
Of Parents-children mealtime lovings,

Working, playing, ever bequeathing :
Family-love-community foreseeing.

Enter all studio life-flows.
In Human watersheds, Earthly-Humans know

That our replenishments of Love
Make human soul and grace still flow.



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Children Born Free: Natural Culture

American Youth of the 1960's and 70's counterculture were told: "Get your act
together!" More recently, the acts on the stages of the Human Circus-Zoo--
called "modern civilization"-- are more automatically programmed via an
artificialization of childhood. But, a deeper pondering asks: of what kind, and
of what merit, are these un-natural, unecological choices! These fabricated
choices made on such slippery, mechanical, digital, virtual slopes!

These choices are provided to our children throughout youth's long, dietary,
spirit-being-culture-mind salad of scientific 'certainty', spiritual-ontological confusion, high-technicized senses and perception, digitalized, cyberized
language and relationships, spiritual-ontological frustration, commercial adulteration, and the ego's inflation.

An inflated ego that eclipses the whole human self -- human self as organismic union of family, community, mind, consciousness, being, spirit and culture; all within Earth-life!

Is this chaos of exploding, fragmenting, naturally evolved, human being and
socioculture merely stuff for social theories, and engineered, corporate,
cultural empires! Merely stuff for humanity as egocentric careers and
comodities! Have not our pesonal selves, our families, our communities, our
cultures and our particular ancestors emerged from, with and by means of,
our long-running, natural humanness; carried through, and around, written
historical time; carried through and around history's enslaved, subjugated, 
human being! Carried primarily, by our innate, evolved, organismic, naturalistic,
Earth-folk Society and Culture! By the Earth-life-Humanity relationship!

Dare we evoke, through deepest human restorations, a deep soul-rebellion!
Shall we proclaim that our very humanness cannot be perpetuated, be
socioculturally reproduced, be sustained, for human posterity without sufficiently
preserving our root human being, nature, spirit and culture, all resprouting
from our, original, Paleolithic being! That we must and we shall, excavate our
200,000 year-old ecovillages as birthrights of our human species!

Shall we abandon achaeology of things for archaeology of our soul! Shall we
replace excavations for career's passion with excavations for lost, wide, deep,
manifold, human loves. Loves, once, innate and free.


(adapted from pg 38, 6, of The Last Human Spring, L.S. Heatherly 2002)

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