Welcome to the Landing Zone for forays into another country, a creative works country populated largely by gentle beings of a collective mind. And sure, here is warfare for our virtual reality offers authenticity; however, the aim is to gather scattered consciousness into baskets for weaving into threads of the mind – peace, sisters and brothers, toward peace.
Expect hawking (pitching sales) of books and music; we survive in a cacophony of energy exchange systems and among them, unfortunately high on the totem, is money – scratch, bucks, lucre (filthy or otherwise).
New slices from pies fresh from the oven will be available weekly or daily as the muse inspires, in short videos and printed lines of poetry and/or narrative.
Welcome, and if you, fellow traveler, have snippets of creative fare please send samplings to us to possibly share alongside our own scatterings:
Introduction to our current project:
Conscious Scattering of dust: echoes and more is a compilation of old, revised, and new poems "toward a complete anthology" of the author's poetry. First publication launched on September 18, 2021 although official release date was October 2021. Digital sales and paperback books are available here.
Muse and Views Unleashed quarterly magazine.
Forward to Conscious scattering of dust
Truth escapes us.
We paw at its periphery, discern vague shapes of a face. But ever will truth elude us, is beyond our finite grasp.
This revelation does not mean we should cease trying to find what is true, however, as searching for the core of life's reality is a constant thread in our being, in all our experience.
How is truth related to time and space?
All are realities of existence, of life defined beyond egg and sperm notions we fragile things on earth imagine.
And if we were more aware, would we realize the spark within our dust is not frail and fragile at all, but is that alpha and omega which survives.
Conversations linking souls in passage
U.S. plains to China
the wide ocean
connection to sands of long ago
We are more than unheard cries at night, who
come in pain and agonize upon the rack a spell
before falling into a frigid sea
We have shed our cloaks
upon the forest floor
celebrated in redwood groves
danced circles above the wind
lives filled, overflowed
with visions of ages past, ages yet to be
and the orphan has shared bread with us, may
recall our names on return to castles
Crowds suckle on the earth, and
all are brothers, sisters
yet how few the intimate
sprinkled upon corners of the world
To this family
are these words
cdf, 1990 (revised 2021)
Introduction to Readings
Coming before you to entertain
yet not as entertainer
yet not as teacher
yet not as prophet
Offering synthesis, pallet of color
splashed into vinettes
some ripped from heart and soul
some come as rain from heaven falling
gentle, easy into buckets
From crossing of mountains
and highways and seas
Through kind fate
life, a speckled journey
And whatever seeds of passion we sow
to share them
that's what I know
what I care
cdf, 1990 (rev. 2021)
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