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"Don't you want a Freak Like Me, baby? C'mon, be my Tubeway Army. Holla back, Nedina Howard."
"PS I'll come round and shake what my mama gave me in your face as an incentive."
― R.I.M.A. (Barima), Thursday, 26 August 2004 19:10 (nineteen years ago) link
Gazing at the Bay - 53 (berkeley)
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Reply to: anon-40022709@craigslist.org
Date: 2004-08-20, 10:25PM PDT
and beyond
the Golden Gate
Feeling the wind
and seeing it
in the trees
Sensing the messaging
from afar
to the branches and leaves
down the slender swaying bodies
into the tendrils
that mingle with mater
A communication far richer
than our puny wires
and wirelesses
let alone words
The trees use their whole bodies
Nay, not use - commune wholeselfly
with other forms
that we
Airheads
Children of an ancient organism we call
Earth
call wind, clouds, earth, sky, rocks, islands
continents, rivers, cities, Autobahnen
The cats
try their best to translate
With all their patience
how little sinks in
Are arrogant airheads
able to grasp
our connection with everything?
Can the glimmering of a few
mend the madness of multitudes
and their own madness?
Can those who see
who feel
who glimpse
send out pulses
to purge the poisons
of our intelligence
our civilization
our isolation
from everything
in our drive
to control
to dominate?
Maybe music
Resonating rays
And dance
The swaying of our slender
and not so slender bodies
Perhaps perchance
movement with the energy
of our self
our home
our body
Gaia
Can awaken us
Can awaken our hearts
to who we are
and where we are
Starting with one connection
with one cluster
is small
but may be all
any one can do
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― Gaia, Thursday, 26 August 2004 19:35 (nineteen years ago) link