But to realize that touch
is more than texture sensed,
that taste is more than
palate in sensation
or nutrition in passage,
that sight is more
than reflected images flashed
upon the mind.
For identification as method
is a monumental interruption
away
from true human emersion
into conscious thought.
Symbology is a short cut away
from actual participation.
Society, as consumption,
is one language short
of planetary connection.
For speech that only names,
steals from our selves,
a deeper well of love
and this action done
is in self-isolation
and regresses the human
away from planet endeavors.
We, as a people,
are a derma
of the planet’s surface.
We are imposters of integration
when our rituals
deny this relationship.
When our thoughts
are only front staged
then all of backstage
is sadly audience
at affect, in reaction.
For humans,
there really is
no audience to living.
There simply are no props
so innocently at our command.
Everything of thing-ness
has an obligation
of higher accord
yet we then deny that.
And when we deny this web
of full function
to appease our simplicities of fear,
this separation feeds us
as our fears
with high doses
of superficial symbolic recognition
as we grandly address ourselves
with self-referential rituals
of this human isolation.
We have made a religion
out of false protection
without respectful
human endowment or emersion.
We have made up government
out of efforts
done in human against human vanity.
We have outsourced our responsibility
to a self slavery
away from original
planetary service and cause.
We portend to give back
as if this were urgent
by badly scribbled notes
placed in bottles of self concern
and tossed into an ocean
of worldly disaster
while waiting . . .
for acceptable
inept single step responses
to float our way.
We want answers of absolution
rather than invitations that revitalize.
We would rather have the action
of rumor ritualized
from deep within.
The telling of this in every truth
is not just a compelling cognition
of words.
Each truth is a whole action
as much as a whole re-embrace.
There are no backwaters
without essential influence
just as there is no saliva of idleness
when a meal is served.
We don’t dominate to get to cause,
we embrace to address cause
with humility.
We don’t truly analyze
just by depiction,
we need to empathize and sympathize
to fill the frame.
We can’t claim by possession
when it is a rhetorical enterprise
resulting in a hollowness
staged before the rest of us in claim.
A path of thoughtful gestures
is not the same
as a life
of planetary integrative means
as conscious thought applies.
Where money is our measure
the earth retreats
into retarded menial deeds.
To carry on a dialogue
with the planet
in condescending ways,
and the earth will express
with a language
towards a deeper comprehension
of human self-reflective miss-deeds.
A symphony of symbols
is ultimately not as penetrating
as a single note sung out of love.
The earth was that song all along
but we not only forgot the lyrics,
the melody,
but worst,
as to how and when to sing
as chorus joining in.
We generate thought
as if it were our s.o.s.
scrawled before us
in a foreign hand.
We have context
as a prideful perception
when in fact
we have made audience
out of living life.
Thought without love-means
is like having a map and living
into our self-imposed crease lines
from previous attempts
at thought folding.
Life is eventually very bothersome
if each moment lived
is only animation
indulgently supplied.
The true art of human life
has no canvas,
no elements of composition.
It has no intent of audience.
It has no discard of props
along the way
and it has no completion as its mind.
Appreciation is really
a next inspiration or insight
applied ongoing accordingly.
If there is to be an easel out there,
it is made of time and space
and the universe as embrace.
Nothing else can come by
and be displeased
by seamless association
as its applause.
The human thought
of conscious habit
is, at the outset,
the thought emerging
from conscious thought applied.
