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Hence and whence and the widow’s pence
All gone
And soon enough us
Over the fence and onto the bus
All gone
Then bless the bringing of merry visions
Merry bold and mad?
Give over all your life’s decisions
And skip away ever glad
ETHNOLOGY---
the children of true science
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The children of true science will be continually adjusting the elements
of their personas to match the shuffling of cosmic intent
The variables of experience will provide their rituals of faith and the structure
of their choices
By their intimacies they will reveal the quality of their perceptions
Although their certainties will be laced with humor they will be guided as one
until negatives compel and positives defer without exception
When they are led to grapple with the quick and the fearful they will heighten
their defenses by reversing perspective-- dancing into the strength of the danger--fueling the coils of its need to possess until the churning bloat expires of itself sated by fulfillment past the limits of use or control or means to absorb or reject
The concordance out of which their laws will evolve is hinted at in the annals of poetic conceit
such as
meter frames the spirit of a nation’s ambition
or
the dimensions and momentum of cultural decline are in ratio to the evidence of tonal debasement and thematic squalor in common talk through the building of verses
or
a person or people can be tied to strangeness or strangers by a phrase or anthem
that inspires a marveling within grief over nature’s insistence on dissolution before renewal
or
the replacement of numbers by image is a quest for glory that may be likened to
dancing forever around impassable mountains over which there drifts from valleys beyond convergences of melody whose sweetness demands a lifting of gloom and ever new steps the joys of which cement a base for calculating reasoned proof to justify believing that complexities of action out of separate pacing of the music’s whispered lead will form a unity made visible in stages by an effort to discern the meaning of a purpose always to be hidden yet intriguingly a constant source of tasks and goals that promise even to the stumbler and abuser inklings of a glory that may be likened to the ultimate replacement of numbers by image or coming out of sleep to join a multitude of dancers sharing light and warmth instilled in being and awareness as the dance conveys the dancer’s role the role that made the dance that makes the dancers seek the rightness of a purpose always to be hidden
PREREQUISITES
for the children of true science
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That they can levitate in tandem
That in the gravest hour of the darkest night on the waters
their chorus can channel a beacon from the stars
That they can etch their names on a leaf and uncouple the wiliest
bonds of nature
That they can step step step over the frost of eons and awaken
the roots of comely valleys and cities of daring
That they can wave away the conceits of survival and tumble
with light into random pools of eternal beginnings
That they can advance from measurement to systems of healing
by ecstatic exchange of portents and rhyme
That they can taste the earth and grind the spirit of play into life
That given an untraceable stream of bursting emissions
and incalculable vibrations they can fix and resolve
origins of becoming to counter intrusions of dread
and reshape the essentials of woe into data
for the possible yet to be seeded and formulas
for imagining unthought or dreamed of
lacking only the presence of belief
to engulf the weary with knowledge
and contentment approaching
the sublime in the ease
of their sharing and
the wonder
of their uses
AXIOMS
for the children of true science
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WE RUMMAGE and the world is fleshed
WE HOVER and the world is thickened
WE GATHER and the tones of the world are
filtered through our speeches
into roots and burs
WE ADORN and the binding of the world
is shattered for renewal
WE DANCE and the liquids of the world are
exposed to a trillion sources of heat
WE EMBRACE and the house of the world’s beginning
is completed again
WE SLEEP and unknown or barely imagined
factors of desire lock into place
moving the world through its rages
into orbits of lightness and comfort
where folly evokes only treasure
and pain disassembles in the widening
arc of a pointed climb that is ever more
certain and free
HOMILIES for the children of true science
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Armies of shadows are entering my dream
passing through a welcoming fog
In this I am assured of a limit to errors
a scratching of holds on the roots of deception
I am one in a purifying total
made whole in a wholeness of complexities
blending
In a jumble I am the mote that shines with the prospect of cause
the groove that hints toward the centering of blur
In a torrent I am the drop that harbors origins and endings
emerging by chance and efforts to withdraw
from knotting pools to levels of containment
remote from yet imbued with all that was
by fated pulse made real to be undone
In the ever mounting drift between awareness and sleep
I am the grind of care and trust that serves
to make a purifying total whole
PRAYER OF FELLOWSHIP for the children of true science
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Good souls bind me to the music of my years
Your angel emblems I would harvest
for the look
the coziness
the speed of change that elevates my wanting
draws me to a reservoir as vast as hope
or nothingness
where selves by choice co-mingle and extinguish
forming openings through which I tumble
borne and bearing
worn and true
replenished by astonishment at mastering the blind descent
and plotting with exactitude the swoops and burst
of rolling haze
that link the traces of myself wrung free
and you
ITALIA OR ST. FRANCIS ANNOUNCES AGAIN
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I will save the world!
I will sound bells
whose music will awaken
everything that lives
to the truth of a coming day
when earth and heaven
are tied into one--at last
I will raise up a tower
that looks down on valleys
whose blessings for young and old
have yet to be dreamed of
I will gather words that burn
like a circle of flames
whose glow draws in and informs
creatures of the dark and raging men at arms
why its only in peace that true strength can endure
I will make a picture
of the world’s folly and evil
and paint it so real
the tears of ten generations of children
will be needed to wash it clean
and make a new beginning
for the painting--and the world
I will lay down a wall
that crumbles and rises--
rises and crumbles
over and over
until the hands of strangers
reach across to clasp tightly
and let the wall become dust
fed into the wind
Where deadening ice
and blackened forests
and the weights of concrete now rule
I will plant gardens whose ever changing delights
of colors and aromas will soothe and heal
the biting wounds of loss and regret
I will lift eyes
from the seal of death
and make light a partner
bending to the separate grace
of each and all
in the dance of now
and forever
LEGACY
for the Children of True Science
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Let the song retrieve the singer
Let the air be charmed as it will by the unthought
the unfound
the unmade
Let time and bodies be joined at their source
Let the windings and settlings be marked and named
Let the measure of space be the promptings of life
And visions be born with the terms of their use
Let fleers and seekers be rounded into nations
As missions of faith are awakened by touch
Let poems and scars be the crowns of reason
Let craft and will match the swiftness of grief
As stealth and joy fuel the engines of plenty
Let passion’s excess share the boundaries of truth
And wisdom’s retreat hold the answers to purpose
Let numbers and letters befuddle the wicked
As night and rain store comfort for the dying
And shadows and clouds enrapture the lost
Let age and love be sealed in flames
Let the glow rebuke the sun
Let the rays and cones be the faces of hope
Let promise and remembrance be devoured by being
And let the singer affirm the song
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