Grand T Party

in the dream my life was unified
everyone who needed my words could hear
simultaneous translations computerized
cosmic humility had eliminated fear

multisyllabic long lines became shorter in short order
peace epic rhythms suffused each song
rains arrived in time for all in sundry
pressures were relieved at all the borders

grand T party for Transition
popped up on many lips at once
live and let live take it easy
"turn the pigeons loose" in all fonts

surrendered men

love thy enemies
turn the other cheek
the meek shall inherit
no further to seek

family values

The Great Transition
Great Return to Family Values
Simple Living great humility
Great Frugality
Love of Place & Love of Peace
Growing in My Back Yard
Dancing in My Back Yard
dance floor as threshing floor
we shall not be moved
from who we are where we are.

102 posts

reviewing gandhi's life & malcolm's many failures and mistakes
but satyagraha & ahimsa seem intensely practical after breaks

each crawler for congress each creeper each slow stroller
will discover a convergence in real life and in this hive
bring forth ever greater reverence for species still alive

102 posts along the way there toward the hip mahatma's dream
perhaps it's time to sift labels -- what bears repeating?
humility
Human Nature
peace cost effective
peace-play
peacemakers
action attraction
always for pleasure
Humo ludens collaboratus
being is knowing
back to basics
gut bacteria
food not bombs
cattalactics
children's joy
diversity
declaration of interdependence
GOOD ='s Global Organization Of Democracies
echology
eco-balance
zest
slow politics
sacrament
20 hour week
full employment
gratitude
grace
james brown
john ruskin
layered identity
long term thinking
motricity =s mindness
dog philosophy
participation
pass the word

buried a young fox

found young fox dead in the road this day dawning
stopped the car & put on the blinker warning
wet from rain red blood bled from the head
same fox watched from our window many a morning

picked it up by the tail and put it in the grass
big black ears will hear no more -- alas
started to cry but told my eyes to remain dry
acceptance, yet roadkill makes me visit the past

how many mashed bodies have i pulled to the side
dug hole between pawpaw seedlings let body slide
filled in, piled stones, someone may find the bones
a dwarfish ballad hides humility behind pride