Homes For Poems Welcoming the Fall

Chapter 11: The Second Wind reserves these offerings

Emotional Negotiations hidden in plain sight
(Example Number Twelve)
"Laugh, Live, and Leave the ghost people, to the ghostly people, who you would prefer to know as mostly being made of ghost material"




Consider this;

the light body lives on within the realms of our earthen water vessels bouncing around from edge to edge to edge, sequentially adjusting our centers until there is no circumference left to be found...

Consider that;

Organized for-profit corporate entities, with religiously greedy, political controversy conflicting against the basic needs of the common people, must be cooperatively discussed.  This is the only way we are ever going to get any where that involves a great world-wide resolve towards a true world order!

Also...

Beware the next war on privatized water resources...

Oppositions pitted against us regarding these collaborative forces at play, may concentrate such resources in an effort to continue hurting our trust amongst each other and then essentially use that damaged trust to control the majority of us...
Mostly by convincing people that in order to rapturously ascend they have to culturally cancel everybody that they do not like the sound of...
ultimately being left in a dissonant state of disrespect lacking any effort to actually connect but feigning the offer between others...
instead of actually walking each other home and returning the audio-digital self-talk feedback to the source of its origins and restoring order to the natural endowments of our truest and most real form...
as one...

in full respect.

Consider what life would be like if you put down that whiffle ball bat:

[Singular-Dua(e)list-Truth-In-Self-Formation]

The wind brings rain on the back of the mountain clouds keeper, fulfilling the needs of trees with water; making them all the sweeter... (A subtle stop and go, that lets us know, we are apart of a much greater flow, bigger than we could ever be shown in an instant, resistant only to our own reflections, disconnecting from constellations that are riddled with explanations but are encoded in exaggerations, multiplied in disguise until we real-eyes Truth and its infinite singularity) ... ... the seed sewer, operating the wheel; turns to the wind bearing the rain and shares the solace of his duality: "Thank you."

Put forth the effort
water this with excellence
good things make great work!

I mean look at this; 32 million dollars an hour spent on a war that can only be won with peace...

Figure that's the kind of industry,
we pay a million dollars an hour to supply,
support,
endorse,
and enforce
in a wars

whos biggest profit returns are
land,
water,
oil,
and information
which are all coming from unethical avenues of martial law
that are deemed necessary
by the circumstances we've created...

I feel like if we spent 32 million dollars an hour on any other avenue we would have even better results to share with the modern world, and we could also declare victories that don't come with broken families or from lost soldiers, or from divided communities that weren't prepared with social programs to care for our returning veterans so that we could honor their services with all the collaborative work we developed while they fought for the freedoms we are gratefully enveloped in...