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A recipe book, passed down generations, scribbled over and marked out with calculations for new means of measure-meant.

The book is tattered, worn down through the passing of time, unbound now, pages missing, and the ingredients carry less meaning…

Have we misplaced the specs of nature that make up our material world?

Or only out of sight out of mind?

Out happy chasing squirrels through cement mazes where the sirens swirl and the pollution particles fill the air?

I have more hope in humans than what we’re collectively giving ourself credit for.

Hues of a men built this world we’re living on the stage of,
lit by the spotlit of a Superwoman Sun, caring for all ways, all days.

How have our costumes become so ill fitted?

Leaving us ok with stiff pleated dark pant suits and those black, white or gray copy paste jump suits with a branded swoosh?

Child hood forever our muse.

Adults continue barging in as we go along.

Living in a corporate noose

Adorned with a veil instead of a hood for looks.

Repeating the same “everyone has it, so…it’s cool!” tunes.

Barges filled with mind chatter,
wasted human potential and inefficient uses of nature’s waving at us resources…

Mother Nature, the World’s greatest teacher,
Her heart and eyes in all spaces at all times, within the expanding Cosmos.

How is that all don’t feel the lessons her leaves and sun twinkle back at us as we’re racing to learn everything across time…
everything except our own inner planets’ movement lines?

Our lack of laughter creates the culprits?

Or those veils as costumes replaced forever our child like mind hoods?

Disconnected and powered off our chord tied to the heart strings?

Vibrations now too dull to fill the air with golden beauty that sings like the crickets sing…in unison as one ring?

From the particles falling from outer space, those cosmic rays, the sun rays, the blowing all as one wind waves, to the under the soil, never feel the sun’s rays Earth spaces..that global blanket protecting the landscape surfaces and the nutrients moving invisibly beneath us.

All needed for our surviving on this breathing planet…but are we avoiding the task of learning the meaning of it and how it relates to our breathing of inner planets…could we then express deeper creations—creations from the gaze of our inner mind eyes’ standards of.beauty?

Chasing chains of supply and demand missing the heart beat, the laughter vibration, the commUNITY song and dance.

Creations fill the planet of now visible products and entertainments, previously in-visible thoughts…whether mind or creations…life is beauty.

How have we not all wrapped the beauty of our ability to breathe into our lifestyles?

However we see beauty…physical or in-visible, at each moment, we’re all still chained as one.

As we sweep along to an old song, nature’s lessons, all get swept away titled as hashtag movements or new age waves, headlines screaming we should all follow along.

It’s time for a new stage of hues of Man’s kind movements as our play…it is the new age.

To beauty revitalizing society, a beauty that show us all what is deeper than the skin and costumes we’re currently playing dress up in.