inner server

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.

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’ moving lines?

Our lack of laughter stages the culprit?

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 spaces…that global blanket protecting the surfaces and the nutrients all moving beneath it, all needed for our breathing planet…are we avoiding learning the meaning of it and how it relates to our breathing inner planets?

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


The creation of visible from in-visible…all wrapped in our lifestyles, chained as one.


As we sweep to an old song, nature’s lessons, all swept away titled as hashtag movements and new age waves 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.