Children and the Blinding, Gold Curtain

I. Natural Family-Community

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Earth's evolution of Live evolves an ecological nature, being and
habitat for each species. More important to us, Earth evolves
ecological families, communities and ecosystem-habitats for all
social species of mammals, primates and human-primates.

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Civilization violates, diminishes, surrogates and destroys families,

communities, and eco-habitats. They are on record, with illustrious, vain

self-praise, of their building,  of cities, states, kingdoms and  

empires of conquest and enslavement; all this for the pleasures of

art(ificial), "majestic" elites, recently emergent, in our 200,000

year-old human species, Homo sapiens. 

Thereby, these elites, along  with their subjugates, depart from 

Earth's natural, indigenous, human species, its life way, communal 

culture , and Earth-based spirit.They become an alien, invasive, 

synthetic, pseudo, illegitimate, quasi-species, Homo alienus.

They exhibit, partly, human; and increasingly, aliens behavior,
destructive to most life on their original Earth-home and, as well as 
the masses of humanity. They are marked by the elites they form:
centered around opulent wealth, midst on-going sufferings and 
inequities of the human masses. 

II. Children and the Blinding, Gold Curtain

Each generation of subjected-humanity is born into the official
art(ificial) world, 'civilization'; with this curtain having its inherent
place, lately extending even into the remaining, pristine tribes of
Earth's humanity, indigenous to the Amazon Rain Forest.

This five thousand year-old curtain, first as clothes, jewelry, decor

and archetecture, gilded with gold; later, with coin and currency
added, is so prettily, artfully, institutionally, socioculturally disguised,
it requires a deep, bright, human revelaton, unprecedented in human
history, to expose its presence unto tamed and subdued eyes; to
expose its decayed reality to tamed, captive, transmuted,
human consciousness.

Beyond conception, preserved in the subconscious, dwells the vision

of opening and tearing down the invisible, blinding curtain of gold,

as well as the vision of returning to Earth-human village, from which 

their great grandparents or older ancestors, were abducted by wars, 

and the sirens of city/state or seduced, more recently, by so-called 

'progress'

Many children, up to about age 3 to 5 years, have visions and

and encounters with this blinding gold curtain, experiencing its

obstructions to natural, childhood development and freedom, 

and expressing their rebellion in many forms; diagnosed as diverse,
spreading forms of disease, syndrome, and aberration.

Their parents distract and comfort them with artificial comfort, 

bondage, artificial medicines, toys and misguidance; 'till their
children can no longer recognize the gilded cloth, jewels, decor
and architecture as a confinement curtain, long-forgotten by
tamed, blinded, eyes and soul of 'civil' parents. 

The darkest blindness? The inborn, captive soul.

Copyright 2011  L.S. Heatherly 

Thought, Writing and Reality

Pure, essential ideas of human liberation 

Are scarcely captured in symbols of language:

The Quiet soul-talkings: visions of self-life-world as one;

Human being's caress of artifacts; natural copies of natural realities.

They still flash as spirit-lightening

Before thunder and rain of soul's replenishings,

Deep springings, still, from sacred, subconscious mind,

Deep throbbings, still, from oppressed, human heart and soul.

Here, pure, natural, human speech,

Writes on inner unfoldings of soul.

Bolts of human spirit-fire, in us, still flash;

Spirit-storms return, within us, to break civil, artificial storms;

Woe! Soul talkings, oneness visions, artifact-realities, meet writing;
Thoughts, once pure as primal rain, turns to acid-plots; 

Quenching not the drought-stricken captives of civilization,
Respringing not the deeply refuged, human souls of Earth.  

L.S. Heatherly 2011

Literature: Flash of Human Being

Through epiphanies in being's time,
We know when immortal line
Escapes construction of the mortal mind.

We know even common man
Can feed the fire of the soul,
Send up the leap of flame,
That sends out the flash of light
Into the chilling, mortal night
The arrogant, civil tongue calls culture.

We know when words,
Older than civil mind,
Escape storms of novelty
To flash their light.

We glimpse truth's glistening flow
Through  commercial, allocated daze;
Yet, leash our tongue to sanctioned ways
Not to make a show.


edited from poem in
The Last Human Spring '02

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:

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:

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.

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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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Civilization's Rising Debt to Children

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I. Wizards of Artificial Curtains

Civilization is written codes, and we are deathly smitten.
Primal children-village episodes, have been sticken!
Once, the paths of life all came insured!
Now, base of We, the family, is endangered!

Yet, there's a way into Earthly-human redemption,
The only way, Earth's play of Life ever mentioned!
The only, sustainable role we can cast
And only Earth-human road that lasts.

Earth-life has birthed and cultured millions of species;
Civilization infects us! Then, oblivious to all mammals' pleas.
Empires enslave and oppress folk-masses of humanity.
Earthiness, and humanness, once, were one innate unity.

Civilization rocks to elites seizing power, an artificial unsustainment.

Blocks re-entrance into human naturality! Our fatal finality!
re-enter Earth-life's 2 million year-old, human sustainability.

Few return to our evolved home within Earth-life!
Breakout to evolved, natural, human culture-- our
Evolved, human culturome(nurturome). Our genomic growth, of
our mind-body organisms, bonds with Earth's eco culturomes.

II. Delinquent Debt to Sacred Childhood

We owe civilization nothing of heart's quest.

It builds new constructs serving coldness of conquests
Over Earth-Human's unity, accord and zest!

We owe our generations of children every song
Under the natural sun, all of Heart-Life's designs!
Earth-life and Human-soul in natural, proven eco-paradigms!

Owe them visions Of Stone-age children, still within:
Of human migrations, human camps and villages;
Of pottery, tools, bones, love-things, in mounds
Still inches and feet beneath their own playgrounds.

Vision of playgrounds as lovegrounds;

Of human passages, past and present, as one;
Of human beings, past and present, re-become one;
Stages of heart's sproutings through time; spare none!

We owe our children their Earth-given birthrights:
Natural contacts, relationships and growths
With Earth-life, elements, Earth-beings and lifeways!
Earth-life, family, community in unconquerable gaze!

With Earth-folk place, time, being, and patterns;
With Earth-humanity's play, work, music, songs,
Celebrations, rituals, ceremonies-- all love belongs.

We owe our children a sustained pilgrimage homeward:
A migration of soul, generation by generation,
Into a long-awaited, sacred Human Heart as one!

III. Love: To Set Free

To love a living thing; simply set it free:
Remove ego's art and tech device;

Timed-release freedom would suffice
The inclusion of Humanity.

Copyright 2011  L.S. Heatherly

Humanity's Genius as Earth-Human Spirit

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Our genius is ceaseless, pure spirit:
Human life-force, become soul-force,
Our life-force, become being-force:
Our primordial instinct to be free beings.

We can try any bargain with it:

Place it in pretty house-cage,
Cast it in show, act it in circus.

We can colonize it

Into artificial edifice, the city;

Take it to dinner with wine,

Take it to bed with sex;

Drown it in any pleasure,
Addict it to any obsession,

Mate and marry it off
To science, art, religion.

We can regiment it with formal education,
Pack it into fettered fronteer;

Enlist it into any cause,
Agitate it into any war;

Enlist it into any adventure,
Establish it into any settlement:

Engage it in any institution,
Employ it in any occupation:

Rent and board it through finance,
Reside it in any economy.

Pledge it to any state,
Allege it to any nation;

Install it into any creed;
Buy it with any politics.

Deceive it with any literature,
Oppress it with any ideology;

Tax and confine it by any government,
Occupy it by any empire.

We can domesticate the human spirit 1000 ways;
Channel it through endless, novel systems.

But, having experienced Its first 3 or 5 years
Of pure, natural human love;

It will never, deeply, accord any fabricated order,

Never, finally, honor any contrived treaty or peace;

Never surrender its free being.
Artful deprivations, simply, starve it into cultural chains.

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Genius, as abducted, pure, human spirit, love and freedom;
Is Restless Rebel, seeking long-lost home;
Ceasing only upon death.

This, our purity, our innocence, our human soul,
Lies buried inside our civil, toxic human condition.

III.
Re-conceive, re-birth, carry on, this pristene humanity.
Re-inhabit it, in cleansed Earthly-human, childhood-home:

Pure, brain-body growth-- human genome,
Bonded with unpolluted, eco-social-cultural growth:

Our pure, natural nurtrings-- our nurturome;
In these Earthly manifold loves; human spirit touches home.


Copyright L. S. Heatherly 2010

This Special Day

ON THIS SPECIAL DAY:

Martin Luther King Day

May We Pause To Embrace
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One Special Inspiration,

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from

One Special Man,

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of
One Special People,
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of

One Special Nation,
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on

The Only Special Planet,

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in

One Special Celebration

Copyright 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;
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Re-bonded with what is real --
Human and Earth-life held dear;
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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.
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The local place of roadway lore
Held one young couple resting there;
As night was falling and foreboding in '64.
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Strings of verbal beads, an exchanging,
And through conversation, a rearranging
Of what is, in the "what's happening?" of yore.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Nothing else expected, a mark of human sanity:
Requesting nothing but the sharing of humanity.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Copyright 2010  L. S. Heatherly