Music, Song, Soul, Purpose, & Freedom

What sense is made of music and song?
But embrace the bond of human hearts as one!

Else, stay trapped in only room,  mind-body spree;
Trapped in the side-pool of the me, afloat  in self-centered sea.

Real music and song play us: like a child at our door with a kite!
Forms of the imagination's real and true flight!

In deep, reflective meditations of life; the soul opens like a flower to Sun,
Taps into music unplayable by instruments,
Except purest,  heart string's ladders rung.

Don't forget music and song were first created in primal, eco village,
And family camp! Don't forget that authentic happening informs
Of our real, authentic, unpolluted purpose, nature, value, and freedom- tillage!

Thus, the deep soul-self, or spirit-self,  re-becomes,  re-finds and re-enters
One of our lost, hunting grounds, creating song, music and village, our common centers.

Real and great songs and music need real and great receptions--
By souls--not just by fans' inflections.

If music does not leave us in some kind of spirit spell entreated;
It was not fully played, fully heard, or not fully and accurately created.

Great music and song release some portion of organic, human natures,
spirit, being and eco-community that oppression by civilization wagers.

To know why a tune or song exists; ask, what peoples,
purpose, values and social sector, prospered and embraced sound- steeples.

Ask: of the the musician or songster: which side they are on!
Ours? Or the sides of material riches, arrogance, excesses and empires come?

Hearing music or song, we leave the ego-self, get transported nearer home!
Somewhere between where the artist would have us, and our soul has known!

We have to make the leap back into our humanity's common soul!
There is no fence to sit on-- it's wings of hearts! Or path where asses stroll!

Art is known for momentarily, temporarily liberating, artist and patron.
Will it ever end subjugations and oppressions institutionalized by nation!

O melody and lyric! Combine for pure, free spirit!
O song! Restore pure relatings, that hearts stay lit!

Have thy sounds portrayed  the re-becoming of our souls!
Have voice and eyes retaken depths of where love grows!

Ring safe each child! Reclaim childhood, love stories!
Route out the artful hoax, ring in all kindness-glories!  .



Copyright 2015- 2016 L.S. Heatherly

Come In, Earth! Come Out of Life!

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One Giant Step Toward Colonizing Space?
No, Just Looking for Feats Outside of Earth-life (outside of Biosphere):

Our Brother's Keeper? Or Physics and Technology's Sweep
Away from Earth-Life's evolved, conscious love!
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"Contact, contact, contact!" [with Earth-life] -- Henry David Thoreau

Embrace Earth's life! This includes Us! -- L. S Heatherly

Technology -- the knack of so arranging the [artificial] world
that we don't have to experience it [the natural world].
                                                                          -- Max Frisch
Technology -- the accelerating creation of an artificial world that
crowds out Earth-life's natural world and our engagement in Her lifeworld!

Earth created Life herself! She experienced the miracle of Life's conception herself! Life did not have to be transplanted from anywhere--
especially not from the unreachable, known universe!

Impregnated by sunlight reaching her carbon and water at the right time and spot!
A spark of life! Transforming just another life-less planet into the unfolding miracles of consciousness and love!
                                                                                               -- L.S. Heatherly

"Life is all there is, let it flower!"                -- John Ruskin and Lewis Mumford
                                                                  (quoted in The Last Human Spring)

"One just might laugh oneself to death
At the space station's implied boast, to Mother Earth:
"Look, Mom, what we did!
True; their delight is sci-technic power, not
Mother Earth's life and evolved love!"
                                                                                        --  L.S. Heatherly

"Some scientists (one on PBS) boast that we don't have to worry about Humans 
becoming extinct: We will have self-replicating machines to carry on for us!"
We create abuses of human life; as science claims it can make better use of us than Earth's evolved, natural selections have made. We waste our humanity: creating cyberneticized machines, toys and robots. Delusional that they will out-live mortal humans.

We are "cool"; and indifferently watch as their employments artfully destroy pieces of Earth-life and Her humanity, in the name of the supremacy of the individual(ism) and branches of egoism-empire-sci-technic-commercial-materialistic delusions of grandeur --treasons  to Earth's Life, Spirit and Soul.

We worship at the entertaining alters of sci-technic, arrogant usurpations of power-- deserting Earth-life's ecosystems and her masses of humanity.
                                                                                               -- L.S. Heatherly

"Life is an offensive [on Earth], directed against the repetitious mechanism of the universe."
                                                                                 -- Alfred North Whitehead

"The best defense is an offense; and Earth-life started her's fully with two main forms:
(a) individual and species reproduction and (b) natural selection of physical, mental,
social, spiritual and cultural attributes interacting with mutation, and (c) with
 physical climate, ecological and sociocultural climatic attributes."
                                                                                               -- L.S. Heatherly
                                                                                                                                                   
"From its first spark, Life went on to conquer one planet, removing it from,
setting it apart from, the life-less known universe, from the unreachable universe.
Earth, through its evolved miracles, especially its self-conscious loving species, is
is a trillion times more phenomenal, meaningful and precious than the known,
unreachable, lifeless universe as we can experience it. More astounding still, educated,
city-fied humankind can no longer, really, reach this wondrous, planet, jeweled with
life and love! They are, now, stranded in civilization as castaways from their
home of yester-time(s) and yester-being(s).
                                                                                           -- L.S. Heatherly

"When Earth-life evolved to social mammalian life, to conscious and self-conscious
primates( human and nonhuman); Earth attained to a sharp, brilliant, wonderful
quantitative difference, as well as a definitional difference, from all known planets.
A trillion times more precious, it should no longer be called a planet primarily. That is
derogatory, disrespectful and insulting to her as home and creater of her many infinitely
most prescious,species of life. She should not be called, merely, or firstly planet Earth.
A planet first in time only; because millions of years ago, she slowly tranformed into
a precious ecophere, biophere, Lifesphere.

We need a debate or stuggle of terms to arrive at a name for our Earth other than a term
denoting her secondary lifeless areas and elements. Yours truly used the term, Earthlifeworld,
some dozens of times in the major work, The Last Human Spring.

Planet, Earth-life, would also be more worthy a name for such preciousness. Surely,
human scientists, social scientists and life scientists that hold the Earth  precious enough,
along with lay people, could bring about this failure of science to make a precious distinction
between Earth and many 1000s of known planets. This misnomer is a major factor in our
long abuse and toxicification of Earth's life and of Her humanity.

We can only do big challenging things if we have the heart to feel they must be done.



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We are loosing contact with the Living Earth.
Will our last call be:
Come in, Earth! Come in! 


All human species live through the inspiriations and relationships of the Living
Earth encradling us. Mother Earth has produced-- has created through Earth-life's
evolution-- millions of species of life, many thousands of sentient and conscious
species, and a fair number of self-conscious, social and loving species.

Post Modern, high-tech civilization has not and cannot create any conscious species
capable of ecological interaction and balance. Especially out of science's arrogant,
creative abilities are the sentient, conscious and self-conscious, social, loving species
seen in the gorilla, orangatan, chimp, bonobo and several human species of the past
and our own Homo sapiens.

The last is the species we innately, ecologically, sustainably belong to; but, from which 
we are making our exit -- into an artificial, electronic, cybernetic, digital, robotic, virtual
creature. One marked by decline in naturally, ecologic, evolved senses, as well
as, by arrogance, delusions of granduer and ingratitude to Mother Earth (Gaia),
the only eco-sustainable life-creative system on Earth, or anywhere in the reachable
universe.

Unknowingly blind, we are, with escapist excitement, bidding Mother Earth, her human
nature, spirit, being, self-consciousness and natural, human love, farewell. We are
opening our minds and hearts, terminally to artificial, alien, anti-Earth(ecosphere),
and anti-human addictions. Therein, we entice our species along an artificial
pathway, leading toward human decimation/extinction.




Copyright 2013 L.S. Heatherly

Ecocrisis: Earth, Humanity and Childhood Dreams,

...........................................................Dave Martin/Guardian

Prologue:

Beyond Despair

Whence the child that Comes to Be?
Born to live in Land once Free!

There's more in our oceans than oily fish and birds: we float there.
Beyond despair over lost wildlife, occupations and tourism;
Look deep: our violated waters bemoan the Human Condition:

I.

All our pollutions of Earth 

Enter our Human being's,

Gestational, amniotic fluid

Before they enter

The salty, amniotic fluid of Earth,

The origin of all Life.

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II.
More debilitating than blindness of the eyes
Is blindness of the soul.

III.
More endangering than mind become blind
Is human culture, blind to sacred water, sky and land;
Blind to birthrights and dreams the human child.

IV.
If we cannot see Humanity, cannot see ourselves
As a threatened species, in oil-spill scenes;
We, first and foremost, are blinded by the oil in the water:

Blind to our Earth-place, our Humanity,
To child's becoming Earthly human being. 
To child's bonding to source of Earthly Human Life

V.

Beyond the decimation of Coast and Marine species;
Our humanity within us is becoming decimated.

Before the photos, before our Eco-disasters,
We have become the blind species upon the Earth.

Only Humanity is blinded, in heart and soul, by civilization.

VI.
Having created an anti-Nature culture, gradually for millennia;
We, then, disown its Sociocultural excretions, blaming entities,
supposedly "out there in industry and technology"-- outside
Human Will, Being and Soul.

Look within; only we, are the infidels of Earth-life, and, our Humanity.

Only we, are emergent aliens, invading Earth-Human natural treasures.


Epilogue:
Human Reality in Polluted Waters

Midst the oil and other debris in polluted waters,
If we cannot discern our grandchildren,
Even our very humanity, in that flotsam and jetsam;
We do not know what Humanity is, nor how and why it is.

L.S. Heatherly All Rights Reserved

Art, Nature, and Intelligence

By L. S. Heatherly

We use the words, art and artist, often, and in only one
sense of reality. Beyond our expedient, illusional reality, there
is a deep, pure, human art only reachable, during states of
cleansed, restored, primordial consciousness; only
reachable through traveling back in time and being,
back into natural human being and Earth-place.

Back there, in fleeting recovery of our primordial being,
we restore some reunification with our original, human
essences still in ecological balance, still there deep down
in the primordial self, still authentic to us, as a species
of our evolved, two million year-old, human family.

We are pulled by the call of the wild back into this true, human
art--into some recapturings of our whole, pure self--but only
upon such inspired, restorative, and healing journeys.

And, the farther we travel back into our natural, human
self-life-world, the more pure art -- the artifacts of pure, whole
self--we discover to be excavated, and restored back into our
human lives and souls, now debilitated with infection, now
diminished by scar-tissue, surrogative behavior--due to invasive
pollution-toxins--the artificialities of civilization.

The truest, purist, most genuine, human art is that which
restores humanity and Earth-life as one. It reimplants, it
reinhabits --in consciousness or deed-- the human soul,
in some measure, to its natural state within Earth-life.

We enter again our Earthly evolutionary flow;
our natural humanity flowing within Earth's evolution.
Dwelling again midst life on Earth,
We restore to us the only life we can, ever,
richly experience in an ecological reality;
can ever perennially reproduce for posterity
in autonomous,eco-community habitats.

Those looking for remnants of life on Mars or moons
are in denial about the meaning and value of life:
a deep, wide eonic process, creating succeeding species,
and changing them to fit within the whole process of evolutionary life.

Such specialists have been specialized out of the ability to
understand and behold what human life really is.
They have specialized their vision with artificial scopes,
as well as their perception and intelligence, with these and 
many other artificial activities, objects and phenomena.

Can artificial, adulterated understanding, vision and intelligence,
engaged in artificial, human culture and society, bear any
promise of understanding two pure, natural things, called Life
on Earth and her Humanity! The sight, senses and mind of
science and art, as well as their fostered, 'civil' institutional
enterprises, become blind to real, natural, evolved
Living Nature, blind to real, natural intelligence and
consciousness: thereby, they become blind to real sustainable,
natural, human culture.


Copyright 2010 All rights reserved

True literature is marked by its piercing into the hearts,
lives and very souls of its closest readers:
accomplishing with mere written words,
some of what others do
through communal actions,
loving relationships
and family blood.


Copyright 2010

Heart Of Gold

By L. S. Heatherly

The first hearing of Neil Young's "Heart of Gold" can be
a musical, even spiritual-ontological, milepost in one's life:
a flashback illumination, a residual trance of thought and emotion.

Being engulfed by golden purities of voice, lyrics,
and instruments, perfectly orchestrated into an arrangement,
is rarely captured by musical-song artists.

The beats and rhythms, the instruments and lyrics;
the arrangement unifying all into an inundating flow of
unclouded, human vision, closely effecting a
primordial experience, stirring one very essence of the
human condition, and recording the state of that vital
essence as experienced in our Age!

All this, in metered union with the golden voice
of one man, re-capturing the spirit of Youth afloat,
un-docked, flowing alone, in the growing, unbonded,
searching sea of love -- Modern un-mated adulthood.

Young's rendition of his "Heart of Gold"
returns any true listener, with his humanity still in gear,
to the very essence of one stage of human development,
so distinctively marking one socioculture,
ambiguously called, "civilization."

Through this masterpiece, we relive
the cutting sociocultural blades and binding chains,
imprisoning Youth itself in an un-natural and artificial dilemma.

We hear an artist gracefully, and beautifully, bearing witness:
to an alien, invasive, pseudo place, time and being of the human
condition, for which humanity's children and adults pay:
in the blood and traumas of their lives, families, cultures,
societies, ecosystems, spirits and souls.

To any naturalistic, philosophical soul
it rose to one song of humanity, a sad, forlorn complaint
about the complex obstacles and adulterations
eclipsing any natural, noble pathway of Life in our Time.

Damn! Truth be dug and told:
songster and philosopher
not only merged to score for music;
but scored for the human soul:
one small triumph for humanity!

In our Stormy Age of ego and personality,
true artists make Land,
and take one small step
onto the shores of human sunlight.

Copyright 2010, L. S. Heatherly