Sage's Equation

“Reality” is each individual’s
     own place in Time.
Smallish MINDS get boggled
    by the details, and feel
compelled to fabricate myth
   and fantasy in order to
        establish a link
    to the Cosmic Comedy,
and find REASON to contemplate
the NATURE of Self-Importance.

SAPPHO’S REPLY
      By Rita Mae Brown,1975

My voice rings down thru thousands of years
To coil around your bodies and give you strength
You, who have wept in direct sunlight…
You, who have hungered for invisible things…
You, who have marched to the cadence
Of my legacy: An Army of Lovers Shall Not Fail.

A few spare thoughts...

Oh ye bloodless psyche-suckers,
ye vampires, and werewolves,
and dirty dicks…
give me a nice zucchini anytime,
and I’ll be satisfied that
I won’t be told to eat it.


Have we been genetically
engineered as animals of war
like pit-bulls?  
or are we the kind of people
who would be welcomed
at any gate to paradise?


Revolution, like resolution
and resurrection,
is a parlor trick that works!


The traditional business of religion
has been to manufacture
metaphoric myths to control
the masses in a milieu of
systemic patriarchal slavery.
The powers of metaphor however,
include our ability to change
our language, as well as our
World and attitudes, by the use
of sapphonic feminist perspective
to define a matrix standard,
and accomplish paradigm shift,
revolution, and Spiral Dance,
all in one felling swoop.


A Jesus Story, feminine lead…

Anna bore a daughter, Mary, and
they lived with each other until
the girl-child moved, as a woman
of 12, to the house of her Grandmother,
a  healer of her own community.
Before she was 30, and her
Grandmother’s passing,
True Love, freemate, and she,
bore fruit of her own,
a daughter and a son,
and they lived and grew.
At the end of her training , she
gathered together her blankets
and her pipes, and her courage,
to make a difference,
to change the World,
and not complain
of work or death.  
She did it.

The Hood of the Woods

A little girl, named Robin…
…wore red a lot…
moved to the forest the
winter the Wolf ate
her Grandmother, and
lived happily taunting
her father, the sheriff,
by poaching his meat,
tithing his Rich,
unionizing the Free Poor,
marshalling her counter-culture,
and making herstory.

David Gypsy Chain Letter

How big does the last straw have to be?
As big as a Redwood Tree?
And when that Redwood falls on a Gypsy,
Who’s left? Who cares?
About the Meaning of the Sound?

HIPIS UNITE!!!
WE’VE ALWAYS BEEN RIGHT!!!
Successful insurrection in sight!!!
Incite insights, and
PROGRAM THIS COMMAND:
…delete “war” from ALL vocabularies
and DEMAND:
…immediate MORATORIUM on
ALL COMMERCIAL HARVEST of
Our Ancient Redwood Cathedral Forests.

Feathered Serpent

  

  

  

 

NEWS RELEASE:

RATIFIED by Consensus of the Self-Governed:

SOVEREIGNTY TOWNSHIP CHARTER

BORN A-BLOOMING, this Desert Village
in another WOODSTOCK NATION SPRING…
….just like mushrooms, buds, and FAERIES,
and ECHOS of LIBERTY’S RING……

WE’VE circled the wagons
to make OUR LAST STAND
against the “powers that Be”…
…a government that’s
run amok to war
against World Citizenry
and makes US ALL the “enemy”.

WE’VE thusly elected
to Form Our Own Government,
this Township called SOVEREIGNTY,
and WE’LL be the target townsite, Lit!!!
to illuminate OUR MANDATE for SERENITY.

For the FREE PEOPLE of the SOVEREIGN
TREATY SHADE UNION,2006

Mama Lillian, Dodder, Aunt Emily