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If I walked into a crowded mall, went into the food court, stood there in the middle of it and just started talking, what do you think would happen?
Most people wouldn’t see me. Then, a few would and they would probably think I was crazy. At the end of the day, I’ll just be that crazy guy they saw at the mall.
Now, imagine if 90% of the people in the food court did that. They just got up and started talking into space. It would be one big din of noise. Now, all of those people want to feel as if they are famous, so they start competing and trying to out-talk the other people. The volume increases, but few are being listened to. The ones who are listened to are the ones at least saying something useful.
And that is the blogosphere
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Listen here:Play here:[Audio:DeaneTR-Traditions.mp3]
Download Here:Heading out after a family together of traditions
A family hearing of the taproot of world suffering
the need for a cure at the center of the world
the psychic center of all life’s center, the holy land.
A desert soon to be gardens for all peoples and all life
Wanting to say hello
reaching
our hands out to each other
reaching our hands together
feeling warmth in each other
no eyes meet
yet that brief greeting amidst heading out
through a crowd of quiet listening
That brief greeting is an antidote
that defies all facts and figures
defies all suffering of even the bloodiest of oppressions
defies all loss and terror, all imprisonments, all starvations
A found solution
Think only of the warmth between those hands
Think of how this warmth, this living sharing… Essential
Think Hands sharing the silent singing of their voices
Hands sending warmth and circulation
Hands as the strongest note of the lowest and hieghest range
These songs are strong
vibrant thriving
Steady roots connected
branch tips swaying closer and further
hands touching, sending, recieving
hands as inner walls fading from need
past barriers of hurt, loss and rage.
Maybe we learn to let go enough someday?
Maybe see the whole forest…
then foreget what your looking at
then remember that you forget
then find yourself
in the bark pattern
of specific space
on a specific treee
amongst so many tree.
This is song for fallen one’s song
now recited by now new Elders…
Hands In time…
rain
centuries of rain
Quiet calm in trees
we are here to soothe
to end the harm and remedy the hurt at the center of the world…
remedy the hurt and center the world…
Poem and Photos by DeaneTR© 2003
As presented at: http://peacefromtrees.org//index.php?title=104-Untitled%205&back=74
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The sound of the sound of the sound of the word
Once read as it echoes
The sound of the sound of the truth
Once read as it bleeds on earth under soil
To a deeper world of vision
Of a rhythm of the rhyme of the rhythm
Of a tone… once known repeats…
As rhyme of the rhyme of rhythm
As presence as wings as eyelids as all limbs
As complete whirls as dancing real and in wealth
As breath of air of winds of wind as
Leaves of larger and larger
Ever growing wind? As well as
Love that is shaped by wind… as eyes seeing as
As original eyes as moist blinking eyes of rapid moving
Of the wind moves around a limb of a wind moves
Around a trunk of a wind is a life swaying
Century on century on deeper and deeper rooted soil
As wind that you’ll best know
As wind within as how you refine
How it flows how it dances how it’s real…
As the sound of the sound of the sound of a sword
Slicing through air as dancer’s spinning limbs and body
And joy in eyes blinking collected rhythm…
As the whole sword’s point as circle of circles of circles
Just above the ground… wind flowing moving as a center point
As poise, as discipline, as refinement as pleasure. Precise… as
Abundance as Purpose… of how we live as trees.
By DeaneTR 9/5/09
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