Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label soul. Show all posts

Oct 25, 2016

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!




Copyright 2016  L.S. Heatherly






May 30, 2016

The Child Within -- Remembered

     By  L.S. Heatherly

We should never forget, my friends,
How our Common Soul gathered in,
Deep breaths of time, back when!

Still now, child within, remembers--
How Adult, still, wishfully creeps:
To re-catch sweetest love, through sleeps!
Glow of  revelation's embers!
And long-lost joys in childhood's leaps!

Don't forget spells within our reach,
That gathering wild berries teach!
Catching fish, storing food, once, reaped
Panting breath of ol' hide and seek!

Being, within child, remembers
The glowing of spirit, its shine!
From intimate concourse and consorting
With passages of time!

Being, within child, remembers
Spirit-time, before machine-time!
When all systems were go
For Earth-place, we could know,
As our rhythm and rhyme!

Being, within child, remembers
A time, before Ego's thrusts for power,
Released the tragic flood --
Automated bodies over concrete;

Before urban time and commercial feat
Crowded out rituals of mealtime!
And many of Life's sparks
That our Spirit was meant to greet!

Being, within child,  remembers
A time -- before speech suffered culture's breach!
When pure words from a primal spring,
Flowed true in Earthly, Human banks of time!

Being, within child,  remembers
Spiritual intercourse-- all living things
Within an Earthly Soul,
Sprouting  family-saplings,
Catching  ancient breeze-songs --

Whispering, It takes a village. --
An ancient creed, now, gone;
As arrogant storms, still,
Flash-flood along!


--Edited from a poem published in Ch. XI of
The Last Human Spring (2002) E book (2011)

Dec 25, 2015

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

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

Sep 30, 2014

The Road Retaken


                    By L.S. Heatherly


How long this trace of road has wandered,
Dying, now, from lack of human reasons,
From sieges of growth, burrowings and seasons,
Is what the human mind first ponders.

And what became of the dream abandoned,
That rebelled, and took this path to somewhere,
Hoping for no trace of someone else having been,
For chance at grasping deeper self now here remanded?

And how long this dreamer's dream:
The resprouting of a life and soul?
How much of one being's lost ground retaken?
Is what the heart would have the mind could know.



from CH XI, Think Verse, Soul Lines, Ecopoetry
in THE LAST HUMAN SPRING
Copyright 2002 and 2009 L.S. Heatherly

Mar 24, 2014

Visions of Love Over Blind Power

Love is blind to the single soul possessed;
Blind to  one mind-body's selfishness.

Love is our wider, deeper vision -- blessed
By, and for, the Earth-human, village nest.

Love grows fruits of love as highest wealth:
Our deep panoramic, Earth and human self!

Love nurtures all humanness and Earthlyness--
unfolding, wide, as the soul's deepest quest;

Love nourishes the manifold joys of humanity:
Not what's bought, stolen, and possessed by insanity;

Sans the greedy, selfishness of persons and elites;
Sans all the Ages and millenia of recycled fights.

Love springs forth the flowerings and fruitings
Of whole human self's, community-soul's choosings.

Ask not for whom Love may ever flower.
Peoples seek Love's seeds and friuts as showers.

Into the winds and soils of the soul,
Love sows Her joys as hearth against the cold!

Ask not why Love's visions still grow in thee;
Such does portend all hearts know being free!



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

Mar 27, 2013

O Music, Fail Not Sweet Life on Earth!















I.
Ask not for whom the drum beats,
Guitar strums, fiddle bow rings,
horn blows, and piano man sings.
These should rightly sound for thee--
For Earth's life; for all Humanity.


II.
The Music, then, enters our life's relationships.
From memory's and longing's chord, melody slips

Into balance with life on Earth;
Renditions eco-spirit's rebirth,
Arrangements seek what life unfolds,
Taking stand as band for souls.

Enters natural village-protections,
Enters natural village-selections,
This orchestration, of humanity with Earth?
Music reaches for our natural rebirth!

III.
Take care, new music on artificial wing;
Fail not what soul would sing;
Be not false, elite artifact.
Honor ancient mission, meaning and tact.

Fail not spirit's human sociality, 
Ritual, lore, love and culturality.
Fail not our organismicity's worth;
Fail not life-and-love-jeweled planet, Earth.



2013 L.S. Heatherly

Nov 1, 2012

Mother Nature Shows Up to Vote















A Deeper Calling, a Truer Vision:                    (photo: Rueters)                             
  
A Vote for Caring over Division


Mother Nature humbles through her hits,
Finds humanity above politics.

Brings together those we have chosen
To reassess to whom we are beholden

Wraps every human heart and soul
Around events of human pain she must unfold.

Mothers do affirm: we are better than
Our worldly thoughts, our party-partisans.

Higher, and deeper, than the civil world,
One heart and soul unfolds and unfurls,

Across one same Earth, shared home upon;
Born from marriage-joy of Earth with Sun.


Copyright 2012 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

Aug 29, 2012

We Shall Stumble Home

for Gary S. Snyder (and his knowing how to be)

I
You know, friends of Earth-Humanity,
Ever longing to be free,

From art's paradise lost;
We may, again, come to be:

From restoring at all cost
Old humanity, now lost,

We'll  find and re-become as one
Streambeds of human nature's run.

II
And whole, again, midst Mother Earth,
We shall discover our rebirth;

Find our Home, in Earth again,
Calling back Her child within;

Yes, reinstill our Life with Soul,
Some natural way.

Yes, we shall stumble Home again,
Some natural day.



Copyright L.S. Heatherly 2012



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

May 25, 2012

Art and Human Liberation


Art is not the slave-built things of conquest-nations.
Art is ceaseless paths to human liberations.

Art is not the artist: the ego freshly sold.
Art is democracy, springing fresh, barely told.

To feast on artist is idolatry forlorn.
Art is villageocracy ceaselessly reborn.

Art redeems our besieged human nature:
The Soul's tongue, without regard for nomenclature.

The spirit-storm felling written storied-steeple;
Art is the instinct to liberate the people.

Art is the fair, naturally selected rights restored;
The call, to which artist, by conscience is implored.

All are inspired; all reborn and able.
Our Soul kindles light upon this table.

Behold not stage: for artist's limelight glow;
Soul-art, not artist, is truest light of Home we'll know.



Copyright 2012  L.S. Heatherly

May 6, 2012

Literature as Epitaph for Humanity

Literature seeps, reaches our immortal,
species' Seed-sprouts; tapping our primordial.

Voice shuns Desire's cold, written speech--
Words painting bright, our species waning bleak;

Voice tastes not, the news'  conversations:
Tonque licks, the olds'  tribe-relations.

Soul sighs! Timed-strewn, voice-pearls form.
Through mind-heart will, our species reborn

Human being's scrawled, Earth-speech?  
Epitaph for Soul, long breached.



2012 All rights reserved


Dec 5, 2011

Earth, Emerson, and Foolishness of Stars



          

           By  L. S. Heatherly


Emerson stumbled, leading hearts too far!
With "Hitch your wagon to a star!"

Yes, still, "things are in the saddle"!
Thus, we regather

Our faith in Earth, now, bedraggled!
We, through Her reborn, would, thus, more rather

Hitch our wagon to the Earth!
Much more precious stuff than star!

And to our Soul, of Earthly birth?
Both, innately, close! now, estranged, afar!

Reconnect our instruments to the Earthly-old!
Reconnect voice-song to Earthly soul!

To our Earth-stuff, from which we're made;
What City, does, ceremoniously, forbade.



Copyright 2011  L.S. Heatherly

Apr 13, 2011

Stopping by Woods on a Showy Descending












................................................................................................

For Earth (her Life's days, eons, Her peoples),
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:

from Frost's watching "woods fill up with snow" and his personal
"promises to keep" to Our watching Earth and Humanity fill up
with technological polution; and our going-scarce promises of "Earth's 
human soul to keep."
...........................................................................................

Prologue:
We saw Her, thru artificial eye,
As scope, screen and lense, told not the why.
We failed to pull Her pure Life near,
And hold Earth-human systems dear.

I.
Whose truths these were, we barely know;
Their home: old, organic village though.
They and Earth, divine us stopping here
To mourn their truths, now, buried low.

II.
Our mortgaged hearts sense love is near,
Stopping here to quell our fear:
To foil ego's desire and greed,
Should soul aspire an Earth so dear.

III.
These truths give shackled hearts a break,
Calm civil mind's deep Human-quake.
The only other move's the creep
Of Human Nature's rape, History's true mistake.

IV.
High-tech arts are charming, dark and deep.
But we've Earth's human soul to keep,
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.
Truths to regrow, 'fore we humans sleep.

Epilogue:
Stopping by Earth's life descending,
Her powers, she will be defending--
Our coldness to Life, rescending.


L.S. Heatherly 2010-2013 All rights reserved

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Jun 19, 2010

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.
.

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

Apr 29, 2010

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

Mar 29, 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

Sep 26, 2009

Wildness, Savagery, Disintegration Vs Order, Unity, Growth (B)

The questions, What is wildness and savagery? and What is beastly? call out for an ecological and ontological answer in our Age of Ecology and Sustainability. Look at Civilization's diverse, long-running menu of feasts: its enslavements, conquests, genocides, oppressions, hegemonies, exploitations; look at the violations of organic families, communities, and ecosystem-habitats and ask, "What is wildness and savagery? and What is the beast and where is it?

The answer, we are in denial of: it is Us, dear Readers. The beast, raging so savagely amidst Humanity and Earth-life is within us, savaging our humanity, spirit, soul and being. A beast wildly implanted there through accelerating, penetrating violations into our once pure, human being and soul! Natural, original, pure, human being was originally created through the natural selections from the matrix-medium-environment of natural culture, our nurturome, having order, balance, unity and sustainability.

Stopping on the hiking trail or beside the parked car, looking out upon the mountains and valleys; do not believe it is the Wild you see out there! For, what you behold it is the only form of meaningful order, rightness, goodness and beauty ever created in our lifeworld having unified purity, meaning and purpose. Organic human family and community once were there also, a part of Earth-life's natural purity, unity, growth and order.

Whichever human communities believe, in the center of their hearts, in this unity and purity, in this goodness and beauty, in this meaning and purpose; this natural order will be sustained till the end of human time and being in their home of Earth-place. This world of treasure called Life will shine on. This order of warmth and light will dispel the Wildness and the Darkness sustaining Earth's modest, humble humanity for eons to come. Seize and embrace, then, this faith in our Source, our Earth-life-world. Keep, then, this original human Faith; and practice this natural Faith.

The natural disasters we see in Earth's evolved ecosystems of life are intrinsic parts of both Earth-life's and Humanity's development, well-being and sustainability. In contrast, the destructivities long-witnessed in civilization's cities, states, nations and empires are intrinsic parts of the power-wealth-domination ethos and oppression of the masses of humanity by small elites, within which "might makes right."

No construct or entity, human or nonhuman, of civilization past or present, could exist for a month, nor one day, without the savageries it disguises, through trickery, false hopes and shams, as necessary and rightful rule of the 'strong' few over the masses; unto which, it systematically administers and sustains the conditions of chronic, diverse human debilitations.

The various arts of civilization, likewise, could not exist without sustaining the lie, hoax and sham that art is worth the taxes, retail prices, corporate welfare, art grants, tax breaks and loopholes: all the illegitimate weight strapped onto the oppressed shoulders of the masses of humanity. The living refutation of this false art of oppression is the natural, pure art and crafts of Earth-life's organic, human families and communities.

This has always been so, and largely still is, free for the taking as the un-polluted nurturings and culture manifested through the universal, human commons, found in Earth's whole, natural, human being, spirit and soul.


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