Ranch Poem – “Native Vibes”

7/19/2015

“Native Vibes”

Settle in and break the seal.
Across holographic fields
spread transcendent blankets
and act in and out and sit.

Do we deserve a story?
Do we deserve a truth?
Do we deserve the glory?
Do we deserve the balance too?

In the human age, we must engage
and stage a space for our Native Vibes.
We the coral reef of all life,
self-organized brain in time.

Holding the ratchet with Descartes.
Teleporting cognition, arrow in flight.
Baseless reality, out-of-mind plight.
Neither seem right. Too tight the sight.
Widen past future perception.
Pass the crucible through convection.

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Cover photography by: Anndrea Didonato (Lucid Light Photography)

Ranch Poem – “The Golden Door of the Future”

6/26/2012

“The Golden Door of the Future”

We are in the midst of vast transitions.
All flawed systems being reconditioned.
A New Mankind coming to fruition.
Waking from a slumber of centuries
to crumbling empires, Broadband anarchy,
and Age-ending Mayan astrology.
We wait for the motion of what’s to come.
Unprecedented possibilities become
the hour when a new clarity is sung.
Our calls for people power won’t let up.
Feeling more evolved as it all builds up.
A status quo slowed world turned right side up.

Some have vowed to illuminate mankind,
unafraid to reveal what one might find
when we combine our hearts with one world’s mind.
Poets are priests of the congregation
seeing spirals of radiant information-
-the language of Truth’s enunciation.
Pioneers and revolutionaries
dance between mediums. Visionaries
inventing tomorrow’s sanctuaries
of sentient soul’s inner awakening.
Promoting profound empathy they sing
about art as a way of wondering.
Listening ceaselessly and focusing.
Those of us who refuse to stop thinking.
Music is ammo for the Reckoning.

There’s an inheritance of evolved love,
Prehistoric harmony’s push and shove.
A call on the origin to rise above.
Boundaries between things disappearing.
No longer out of tune, we are hearing
the living cell that is Earth endearing.
You must be a branching point for break through
Sense premonitions from Machu Picchu.
Grab hold of what is arising in you
and work the essentials of energy.
Outer and inner lives in harmony,
we learn to reflect within constantly.

Human sensitivity is rising.
More and more of us are journalizing.
Realizing as we are modernizing
that the future’s thread is transformed in us
and awareness is our new animus.
Reset the balance of your nucleus
‘cus life is not promised, not guaranteed.
We are pure potential tremendously.
Beyond the similes and vis-a-vis.

We fit ourselves into web frames on walls.
Strengthening personas but all in all,
when the community falls the world falls.
Hollow people gain the world but lose soul.
Bankers and senators hide in foxholes,
but for life’s grief there are no loopholes.
Ego has you convinced that you must fight
day and night against someone else’s right.
Our differences must heal, then we’ll unite.
All are intertwined in rocking delight,
Israelites, Buddhist, Christians, Shiites.
Judgment, shame and blame block out the sunlight.
See through the dark veil of nationalness.
Try so hard to overcome littleness.
Breakdown illusions of separateness.
Gotta protect, border and greet each other.
End self-absorption to serve another.
We’re beckoned to be ONE or the other.

We are a solid crew, an infinite troupe.
No longer will we yearn at dusk on stoops
waiting to be duped by special interest groups.
There is a surge of intention to strive,
to say YES to harmony and revive
the mind to stay hungry to change our lives.
The planet’s energies no longer will
support negative forces, dark and ill.
This is the Great Call, to will your own will.
To cultivate great opportunities,
do not be afraid to speak of unity.
Truth is a stance of the community.
The age of degeneration will end.
The advent of a world in which we mend
the broken order, rebuild and transcend.
Join the conscious movement of history.
Ring out the thousand worlds of old unfree
Ring in the thousand years of peace espirit.
A lasting transformation is at stake.
Gotta communicate to syncopate.
The Golden Door of the Future awaits.
Surrender briefly to uncertainty.
Wake up with a dream in your eyes and see,
we create the 21st Century.

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