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
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Mar 24, 2014
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
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
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
Apr 13, 2011
Stopping by Woods on a Showy Descending
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For Earth (her Life's days, eons, Her peoples),
and for Robert Frost, U.S. Poet, 1874-1963:
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."
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Prologue:
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
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.
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.
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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