first there is a row of human flesh. and then the row of moving
she lifts up her shield puff of white coughing cloud milky stream of years
didn’t just once the wild acre spawn its arms widely welcome to a curtailing
few lap around the thick guard fusing mountains tired branches listen quietly to the
we believe in humanity as we believe in existence, not in social order. The sounds of existence are all around us, they ground us, yet we avoid them; we avoid each other’s eyes and souls. This illusion of separateness is strangling. The man in the window handing you dollars is the same as the man with his hand around your collar. We dance, and break out of the grips of it – live existence in oneness, in wholeness.
We call for a change in thought. A change from the thought-reduction of the world today: of money-worship, of manufactured ideals and their manufactured images, of ‘people’ as abstraction, as some irreconcilably-shattered ethereal entity that is spoken about on a high castle. We betray the distinct strands of information flow, the rainbow.
We support existence – a totality – not its constructed divisions split about and between us. Look at the person next to you and access the connection. We are among ourselves.
We all have access to this field of being. The far horizon is our closeness, alluring.
If what we say seems leading, it is only because you yearn to be led.
Tear down the enchanted boundaries.
Step outside and play.