this our woven door of light
traced through my fingers
watching you as your eyes grace these words
our cities weave new branches
and the forest sings again

welcome my heart
sit in your seat have your wine

our words were never enough to say
what our embrace has spoken.
heart pressed to my heartbeat.
holding me on the planet.

the thorn is out.
my heart surrenders to wholeness.
the lamp is lit
will you come and sit with me?

over time the speed of a meme gets faster
and the time it takes for a cup of tea
gets slower.

One part of the mind can accelerate
the emotional intuition always takes a few minutes.
remember we are the new people
our habits are the treasure
of our tribe and family.

Add to yourself today.
Give away something.

Take your vial of stardust and throw it into the ocean
we hold hands in this book
together we knit this woven doorway of light
a magic portal through...
look you have stepped through it!

already at once you are here.
This cup of tea.
This future.
This place.

Our worlds are meeting again and again.
the bright giant mountains
that once stood between us are falling
away as we reach each other
the tribes of the cities
we have a small dance together
touch the earth
and pray together
make our story moment sing

cities.
sing.

this gift was here already open undiscovered remind me everything is made of this gift our moment suspended your eyes speak even when you are asleep.

we wake together
in my dream
there is this kiss
more so real
and with this immediate hunger

in my other dream
you wore a black jacket
"Its just like this now"
a voice said
a steady linking of energy

"I love you...you know."
you said
"there is that."
pillow talk
staring into spaces unfolding together.

only one way for it to unfold
in our nature together
our own connection inscribing
all this is discovery
a small territory where I sleep and eat everyday.

cross posted from the fools guild listserve ongoing discusion of neotonization.
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its catt

In the memetic process of evolution, we deal with ideas as actual evolutionary forms. Sociopsychopaths would love us to think that their presence is natural, always part of the picture and central to our own development. That is the attention-whore nature of a sociopsychopaths. Trust me, I have several in my family and I nearly married a very famous one.

Empathy is central to the development of conscious thought, however obviously it is not enough. These days nearly everything builds empathy...story on TV...song...the personalized view of celebrities. Rennaisance festivals.

What we really need is a society that favours first a strong-minded compassionate hero. Our stories are skewed and we are unsure who the good guy is...who is it I am building empathy for again?

If we tell ourselves stories that include the idea that it is a sickness to be altruistice, if we allow a viral organism (corporates, organized religion, slavery, governments, and gangs) to define us, then we define ourselves only by our sickness without regards for the remaining health in the system.

What about those people who we are not focused on... who have a healing power in our society that much greater than the destructive power of any sort of propped up sociopsychopath? Those people also exist, and we are more likely to see them if we look for them.

If you simply ride your bike to the hardware store in Berkeley you encounter some of the most amazing people. It is easy to disregard the twenty-five year old cycling to the store, strong minded and concerned with their own optimization. The care and compassion for the small tribal family they are a part of is often pretty apparent in th sort of fresh-faced beauty that these people naturally seem to embody. Riding in your car it is easy to miss them, it is easier to turn the radio on and listen to the psychobabble pros, it is easier to focus on the fast life of the "future" that you have always imagined as coming next. Fighting your way through traffic.

The future is slower than the past. And more playful.

Before we determine how and where in our society we are going to accomodate socipsychopaths, perhaps first we should consider what we are going to do with our heros. First; who are our heros and why, second what sort of attention do we give them...and even more fourth...do we emulate them or treat them as freaks?

Earlier stages of development that suggest flexibility also suggest that perhaps the "finishing" of the nervous system is something we should be paying attention to. If the years from 17 to 30 are critical for the development of the male system (as they seem to be), then we had better take heed. Same with the unique nueronal growth rate of an eleven to eighteen year old female.

The idea also is that we used to have a society which could readily and easily extrapolate scientific discovery to modern day situations. Young men with unfinished brains...well...perhaps it is a bad idea to institutionally brainwash them them to be violent. That really sets us back and we frankly spend to much focus and energy attempting to undo what we could avoid in the the first place.

Science is spiritual, there is an imaginative reach for consciousness that is the equivalent of viral "health". The human organism is usually being affected by greater forces and sorts of memetic viral states emanating from institutions both destructive and mildly parasitic and constructive and extremely healing.

What you look for is what you see.
What you see is part of your vision.
Your vision becomes the base of your imagination.
Your imagination is what in part creates this world.

What does it mean to live in an era where weak minded people are seen as potential leaders? It means that strong minded people are seen as a threat to the established order. It means that people keep performing the same actions over and over again even though they are getting the same ill results each time. It means people poison themselves with corn syrup and freebased nicotine and the rest of society is just expected to pick up the tab.

What happened to self discipline?

If everyone pays attention to all the socipsychopaths, and denies the existence of the heroes amiong us, then we are creating a very twisted view of the world we are expected to live in.

Every day here I walk among my heroes. Oh yeah, many of them have been struck down, I could go for the list of martyrs. The importrant list is the the list of living people who exhibit amazing behaviors that I can actually learn from and emulate. People who are caring for family and community and the world by risking absolutely everything every day. Expressing a basic freedom that internally many people find very sacred. Living that freedom.

This morning I will go into the hardware store with my friend who is here working for me. On the way into town I will have a ten-mile checkpoint charlie gauntlet to drive through. Just like every other day for the last six weeks. There can be as many as eleven officers on duty in the itself eleven mile stretch between me and town. Ready to search vehicels. This is my reality everytime I go to the store, to the doctor, to pick up the kid from rehearsal. Just another day in the land of the free and the home of the brave.

I can hardly tell you how wonderful it is to have a friend to face it with. Even just for a few days. This is what the heroes need from the people...a friend to face the stuation with. We need the energy of the people to sustain our next step forwards.

JoyPimp Herself
listening to an observation plane...
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"The truth of being human
is an empty table made of soul intelligence.
Gradually reduce what you give
your animal soul, the bread
that after all flows from sunlight.
The animal soul itself spilled out
and sprouted from the other
Taste more often what nourishes
your clear light,
and you'll have less use
for the smoky oven."
-Rumi

the thorn
of your beauty
is
the flow
of the ink.

I want
the deep ink
under the skin.

My eyes inside
trace your face
hand loose

one sip
courage
two sips
inspiration

you are
champagne.

Under the starlight
I looked for you...
in the black velvet of dreams,
sweeping the carpet,
waking to the moon.

these days i find you
going inside
turnig away from distraction
unwanted interaction
turning around the familiar corner
step to the left
sound in my ear
drumming and singing
my eyes full of eagles and stars.

shot through with the sun on the water
just starting
to realize
someone else is really here.
The way the ink
moves on the page
reminds me of your thoughts
So early in the morning
we are slowly showing
our stregnths
how much
we care
that this love is here.