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.
Copyright 2016 L.S. Heatherly
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Feb 13, 2016
Nov 20, 2015
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
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
Nov 30, 2014
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
(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
Nov 10, 2013
Birth of Soul
by L.S. Heatherly
Soul -- in singing, talking, playing music;
In living, loving, and being human:
Something unbought by diploma's hubris;
Ungained by travel, arts, and science in hand;
Something growing outward, upward and true:
Where yearning stops; Heart throbs; and Earth-love springs;
Enfolding the child, relating love's rule,
Over all Human and Earth brought things.
Soul is mother of family, village, and fairness;
Of bondings, givings, receivings: all this
Old treasure defies the greedy and selfish!
Soul is wonders, splendors, all lovings' sweet bliss!
Soul's a sweet cup, sipped here, in fleeting time;
So unworthy, we, of soul's long presence.
Human heart's vision is Culture's essence.
Soul's decision is pure, ancient, and sublime.
With each arising from our depths,
We are, briefly, born again-blessed.
With each pollution of child's purity;
We pollute, strike short, our futurity.
Copyright 2013 L.S. Heatherly
Soul -- in singing, talking, playing music;
In living, loving, and being human:
Something unbought by diploma's hubris;
Ungained by travel, arts, and science in hand;
Something growing outward, upward and true:
Where yearning stops; Heart throbs; and Earth-love springs;
Enfolding the child, relating love's rule,
Over all Human and Earth brought things.
Soul is mother of family, village, and fairness;
Of bondings, givings, receivings: all this
Old treasure defies the greedy and selfish!
Soul is wonders, splendors, all lovings' sweet bliss!
Soul's a sweet cup, sipped here, in fleeting time;
So unworthy, we, of soul's long presence.
Human heart's vision is Culture's essence.
Soul's decision is pure, ancient, and sublime.
With each arising from our depths,
We are, briefly, born again-blessed.
With each pollution of child's purity;
We pollute, strike short, our futurity.
Copyright 2013 L.S. Heatherly
Oct 11, 2012
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.
2012 All rights reserved
Jun 23, 2012
Songs and Singers: Ego's Royalties and Empires
The singer's ego and personality, along with voice, unite in an artistry
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
of artificials, overriding and burying the common, sharing human soul.
Songsters and music are left to excavate fleeting embraces of the human soul,
originally, freely shared within the whole self of family-communty-ecovillage.
Words, words, words; music, music, music! What artificial inequities have been
seductively created via ego-self, industry and commerce! All part of an escalating
destruction of Earth's natural, free-flowing humanity!
The growing of one Modern Royalty! Performer/artist's royalties are not called
royal-ties for naught. Democracy has been programmed into the glorification
of personal empires of power and opulence.
The bancruptcy of civilization is seen, for one, when its songs are of the
individuals desire's and loves; when the heart is centered in selfish, personal,
affairs/matters of the heart and material gains to the body's life. Human family,
community and soul are abducted. These siren songs stealthily help carry humankind
onto the endangered species list.
Gone, long-ago, are natural, human song and music-- millenia-old! Once, Humanity's
indigenous, natural, authentic songs and music were central to village ceremonies,
celebrations, spiritual requests, thankfulness, inclusiveness and unity! Natural songs
express, manifest and sustain village, tribe, family, birth, death, puberty, marriage,
hunting, fishing, rain, harvests, harmony. Ultimately, songs must represent the innate,
ecological-ontological-spiritual sacredality found in Earth's humanity. Instead, they
increasingly center on the wealthy one percent's reception of time, money and
idolatry from the oppressed masses.
The story of songs and singers in the Modern Age is the story of the
artist's ego and voice out-singing the lyrics, out-performing the song, and out-casting
(what little, if any) meaning, message, social value and well-being delivered.
With all high-tech communications, the medium becomes the message.
The medium of television stood out early. But preceding TV, the medium of
ego and personality, bonded in marriage, was and remains the message. One
measure of a great song is how it, nonchalantly, outlasts all singers of it.
An authentic, human song delivers and shares some of the naturally selected,
deposited, layered and patterned gold and gems of universal, human culture and
soul. These are bequeathed, generation to generation, through eons, of natural
human culture-- families, camps, villages within ecosystem-habitats of Earth.
Todays Modern sci-technics, commercialism, materialism and Plutocratic,
oligarchic empires feeds on the decay and oppression of our human nurturome
(or culturome).
Humanity is a human, sociocultural ecosphere within and part of
Earth-life's ecosystem-habitats. The natural, authentic, human song
excavates lost treasures that have been oppressed and overrun by
civilization socioculture's arrogant enterprises, disenfranchising the people.
These lost, ecological and human purities are recaptued by one, or a few
artists, working away at the real work-- of excaving our lives, beings, cultures
and souls. They dig up and regenerate from 'civil', phoney, elitist constructs
our humanity's full, whole, ecological self-life-world midst Earth-life!
True artists are representative human beings: representing Earth's human
species. A species infected by the invasive, alien violations infected into
humanity by an arrogant one tenth of one percent, vitally assisted by the
entire one percent.
Getting to brass tacks: how can a largely pure and natural act of human sharing:
delivering humanity's recaptued sounds, movements and language; how can this
natural action occur on an artificial, commercial stage, and surrounded by a largely
artificialized, commercialized, dispirited, disheartened, dis-souled audience?
Art often talks the talk of soul. But, its delivery arrives, bearing nearly
nothing of soul, nor natural, common sense and fairness.
Further still, how can the singer and musician pull up from human depths;
then, grasp, maintain, and share human purities of sound, language and human
presence itself; whilst swimming in a sea of diverse toxins created and
defended by a greedy, dominant one tenth of one percent of the people upon
the Earth!
Any redeeming carriage of purity and naturality into the artificial systems
and ideologies of civilization is, merely, illusory. The general reality of
music is hoax, sham, egoism and creative self-rightious elitism. It is a
creative-art empire-kingdom-complex.
It is only by slight of hand, movement, sound, imagination; by slight of
language, light, high techics, fantasy and spectacle, that such illusions and
delusions regularly are disguised as glories of elitist, stratified, oppressive
civilizations.
The democratic spirit represents:
power to the people.
The Modern Artistic spirit represents:
power to the artists diverse, commercial empires.
L.S Heatherly 2012
Dec 15, 2010
Human Innocence in Storms of Culture
(an autobiographical tale)
Quenching wanderlust, ousting fear;
Where end of human road
Meets trail of rabbit and deer;
.
Re-bonded with what is real --
Human and Earth-life held dear;
.
Wilderness-cleansed, one maverick,
Receding to the City-herd's Lifeway--
Conflict, desecrate and disjoint--
Pulled off Black Canyon Highway
For twilight time at Sunset Point.
.
The local place of roadway lore
Held one young couple resting there;
As night was falling and foreboding in '64.
.
Strings of verbal beads, an exchanging,
And through conversation, a rearranging
Of what is, in the "what's happening?" of yore.
.
Hallowed babe asleep, safe and sound,
Back in the homemade wooden shell,
On old pickup bed: images on the edge of Modern hell.
Parents, out of luck, Phoenix bound.
.
Beads and shells, ways of Lifeway happenings
In one Time and Being , of debated yore.
Voiced softly, yet deeply pondered, aimed at ripenings.
And sent into a gathering, cultural dusk, one night in '64.
.
Potato chips, a 29 cent bag,
Freely shared with one maverick;
Mostly just air, reflecting a family's plight.
Yet, tomorrows breakfast shared, defies any night.
.
One old truck, one old car, three youths,
A white-man powwow, a ceremony of cloudy sensing,
In three (and all subconscious Youth), in the year of '64:
Sensing personal and cultural storms commencing.
.
Nothing else expected, a mark of human sanity:
Requesting nothing but the sharing of humanity.
.
The maverick makes a silent move; as the flow of words
Attains to soul-embraces, dying human light, itself, slips--
Below both Bradshaw Mountains and all human herds;
By slight of hand, a ten spot meets the last few chips.
.
Rolling up chips and air, with "goodbye and good luck!",
Back into a '53 Pontiac; but, Youth itself had struck
A Detoured Road from Life; yet, cleansed, might restore.
All steered a driven self, into the gathering storms of "64.
.
Aye, such gathering storms destroy and estrange.
Storms striking human norms, Youth, mavericks--
High pressure cold fronts of cultural 'climate change'.
All now, begging one question: a human storm forevermore.
.
.
Copyright 2010 L. S. Heatherly
Mar 2, 2010
Back to the Land, Children, Love, Freedom
A Declaration of Childhood's Natural Rights
Bring the Earth's bountiful, land and children together!
We shall re-seize nothing less than lush, green,
human redemption!
It is only by bonding our children during early
childhood to Earth's life, and her ecosystems;
Only by restoring the child's intimate
relationship with Mother Earth;
Only by restoring this childhood relationship that has
created, fulfilled and sustained us in Earth's play of life;
Only by restoring our natural, innate human nature
during our children's formative years;
It is only, therein, that humanity restores,
conserves and sustains its future on Earth,
the jeweled home and cradle of life.
It is only through childhood's re-nurturalization, and
re-naturalization of human nature, spirit, being, culture
and lifeway that civilization's fallen humanity finds redemption-- finds
restorations and conservations of its natural soul and culture.
II.
May a vision be beholden upon us: the Back to the Land
Movement was, and remains amongst us today, the
legitimate and good heart of the Counterculture Movement
of the 1960's and 70's. The Land Movement is interactive and
bonded, through Nature herself and her human nature, with
the Environmental Movement.
Both Movements will continue to play foundational roles in
regenerating -- in re-naturalizing and re-nurturalizing -- the
human nature, being, spirit, family, community, culture, economy
and lifeway that Earth-life evolved for our two hundred thousand
year-old human species.
Whatever rediscovery, restoration, and conservation
of these natural nurturings,
Whatsoever these diminished and adulterated,
manifold forms of human love!
These elements of our human
nurturome (sacrificed on the alters of civilizations'
power-wealth-domination ethos and empires):
These recapturings will be the measure of our success at ameliorating the diverse
scourges, now coalescing as a looming, human decimation/extinction
Every civilization has, largely, fallen or been dispersed back into
village or nomatic lifeway, ultimately, not from insufficient
military, nor exhaustion of natural resources; but at the deepest
level -- the exhaustion of love-nurturings of natural childhood:
this nature-human, manifold love is the basis of natural, sustainable culture.
Behold children removed from Earth's natural land; and, therein,
behold battlegrounds of a human circus-zoo, its chains binding the
originally free, human heart!
Humanity declines from the cooling of the human heart,
from the diminishment of the very roots of the human
family, found in primordial depths of our heart and soul.
The infection and debilitation of natural, human love
by artificial, pollutant, behavioral-cultural toxins,
at the deepest, root level -- in our human infants and
children -- remains the true source of our fall from Life's
evolved, bequeathed, human grace.
Civilization, by its artificial nature, removes us from our natural
evolved, manifold forms of human love and relationships bonding
us into loving identities with each other, and other forms of
Earth-life.
Our natural ways of living and being, springing from the
heart, and engaged in union with the land and its abundant life
-- our humanity's heartland -- have created and carried us
through the eons.
As our DNA and human genome have carried our brain-body
organisms; so, too, these manifold forms of love, constituting
our human nurturome, have received, bonded, and inextricably
interacted, intergrown, interdeveloped, and intersustained our
human organisms as human beings!
We are life beyond flesh and reptilian instinct-- onward into our loving,
self-conscious humanness! Selections gathered for human being, spirit and soul.
Love, in eco-families and eco-communities, is the soul of all our human matter.
Differences in ideas about civilization's society, life and world
are over-ridden by the heart and soul.
This is a mark of humanity.
Natural, authentic, human love is revealed as the human spirit's
overriding victories over greed, artificial ideologies and enterprises.
Wheresoever, and whereupon, this true, human love successively falls
short of our humanity's minimum daily requirement; civilization's malnourished,
sociocultural mind-bodies are, thereupon, exposed, revealing its falterings at
bearing and sustaining our evolved Earth-life's humanity and soul.
Bring forth children nurtured in nature-human awes and wonders,
in naturally beholden phenomena of joyful, loving relationships
within Earth's life and land, within her human heart and soul;
Bring forth, herein, the only real Green Movement:
the greening of each generation of youth's human heart!
Copyright 2010 L.S. Heatherly
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