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WE ARE NOT THE ONLY EXPERIMENT


“…We are not the only experiment”    Buckminster Fuller

This poem is from a prompt that invited me to choose a random quote and take the last few words of it and make it my own.

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We are not the only experiment.

We are The experiment torn from the heavens

of infinite possibilities to a finite moment

of existence in the experience of polar chaos.

Three dimensional duality reality

And it’s some other infinite Beings

reality show.

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We are not the only experiment

laid to the Universal pertri-dish

of spinning galaxies in Milky Ways

of murky existence to see how humanoids

will get along in the radicalization of duality

In the dark and light of it all

In the rotational up and down and

all around of the Hokey Pokey

with all yourself in wether you wanted

in or out in this dance of Being-ness.

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And it is all about the left and right

of you stepping into this Circle of Life

on this planet in it’s petri-dish we think is

floating out there in the vast somewhere

Not on that shelving unit that has no end

to it,  Of old men, agelessly ambling

down the corridor of infinite everything

eyeballing each piece of Infinity to

see if one of us can make this Earth

thing work.

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Can we get along and survive?

Can we steward abundance ?

Can we Love unconditionally?

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We ARE NOT the only experiment

In Infinity’s Infinite and we will find our

way Home sooner or later

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WHY? and WHEN


Scmy hand and the heart #3little

Why would I read how she poured gas over her child

set her on fire

When I can sink myself in my soft couch and let

the morning sun rise on me.

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Why would I follow the photos of decimated war torn

villages of weeping mothers and children

When I can take my little dog for a walk in my neighborhood

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Why would I tune in to the fearful news of death and

destruction on the TV

When I can write a poem of love.

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Why would I listen to the promises of equality and

fairness by Politician

When I can go out into my community and feed

the hungry.

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Why allow the endless vile cruelty of the very few

consume my attention

When I can choose to live a life of kindness and care.

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Why let impatience rule my moments

When finding patience finds it’s way to resolutions

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Why not look to a sunset, a laughing child,

a happy puppy, the face of a loved one?

Why not hold sacred the wonder of breathing

and the heart beating?

Why not Be the being that makes a difference

in how this day unfolds and the next one after that?

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Why Why Why Be less than, when you have always

been more than you ever dreamed yourself into being.

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When will you tune out the fear?

When will you awaken to the best of you?

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Haiku… The Calling… day 7 of NaPoWriMo


Wisconsin sky

Call came from the sky

Was heard in the everywhere

It filled us up blue

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No clouds anywhere

Blue is a cool smooth talker

One cloud would have helped

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Rain comes tomorrow

Waiting feels like forever

Close eyes keep breathing

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In Salutation


me n' my shadow

me n’ my shadow

In salutation

An all hail wide open

A colourful unfolding to

the the wake up call, breathing

Being licked by the sun

and breeze.

Shivering to the gather

of grey soon to come

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In salutation

An all hail wide open

to the moist refresh

toes tickle naked

on wet grass dancing

The body heaves a welcome

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In salutation

An all hail wide open

So wide the earth pivots

a pirouette in polar shift

Of Northern to Southern

exposure calling in east and west

And you breathing It all in

like that first startle of wonder

When the myth of life tagged you

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In salutation

In an all hail wide open

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A Living Altar


I am beach stones and shells

a wisp of wind to sand

a poem to yet to be writtenarizona and altered book 007

I am a Fairy finding her tale

I am chakras of sacred geometry

I am every yesterday

I am that feather found

that flower turning

a candle lit

I am my mother face

my father’s song

I am hands laid up

I am hands laid down

I am healing light

a forest of pine

the smell of grandmothers

a whiff of youthful remembering

I am spiraling galaxies

I am of infinite space

I am God, Spirit, Source

magic and mystery

I am every myth unfolding

I am the untold waiting

I am She Who is the altar

And all this and more I place

on my sacred journey to BE

All that I am and have ever been

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On the Wrong Track


train on tracks

It all happens fast

The face of fear on those tracks

The choo choo outta sight in

The red pulse of flashing light

Eyes water a scarlett sky

In the horizon of pavement

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Stop? Go? suspended in surreal

Reverse goes neutral, neutral goes no where

Half in, half out and the white gate lowers

Flashing red amps up the heart’s beat

Breath stops in urgent hope

This isn’t the track wanted

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The tap tap of the white gate on the roof

Slam the car in drive

Slam the car in drive

Race for you life

Start breathing again

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THE ALL WRONG THINKS TO RIGHT ITself… a pantoum


I said to my friend the the other night in some jabber about life, “It sets me right and I do it wrong”.  I captured that little one-liner on to paper and thought that I’d take it and make a poem out of it.  This is that poem.  The think(g) is, is that I couldn’t use that line in it’s exactness.  As you see, I changed it.  I switched it around.  I didn’t at first.  I did start this Pantoum with it exactly as I said it, deciding as I came to closure with it that I needed to switch right and wrong around.  (what a concept)  Not for any poetic justice to the poem, more that I want to set wrong to right in a very personal sense, rather than the other way around.  I could feel it in my body my resistance to it all.  That purest point of view that rattles in the head about … ya, that right/wrong thing.

Tho’ right, like every other concept of belief around it, can be as wrong to another as the right can be, the relativity of it quirked me out.  So… here ya have it.  Go ahead and stick that original sentence in the first and last line and see what you feel/think about it.

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The All Wrong Thinks to Right Itself

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

There in lives the story line of despairing thought

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

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There in lives the story line of despairing thought

Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Mythology makes wild all the untruths of perception

There is nothing unknown to all that has always been known

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Resistance shutters and spews against the chain hold mind warp

Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

There is nothing unknown to All that has always been known

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

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Illusion gathers with greatness, feeding on every thought

The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

The wake up call has the alarm set on constant chime

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

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The cradle rocks and rolls you back to sleepless dreaming

While the ego dances without a leg to stand on

Never believe that it is ever too late in the Infinite

I set me all wrong thinking to do it right

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