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MIchael Tscheu's avatar

Thank you. Excellent.

At the River

A spot along the river today. Reading David Whyte, Hermann Hesse, Barry Lopez...

all poets who have given me vision... sharpened my senses.

This river always teaches: last summer, how to tell time by butterflies... late spring, dark black with iridescent blue, later bright yellow with black, then small and white. By the end of the summer golden brown and orange, as if letting me know that the colors of trees will be changing. Each one in their own time and place.

Then I wonder about what I cannot imagine... How Native Americans lived on the land, maybe better, how the land lived inside of them. Able to know what a new scent on a breeze means, footprints that speak of a conversation the night before, every night the moon telling a new story...

An intimacy beyond words, that I may never know. Beyond my imagination as long as I live in a world of objects and not relationships.

Michael Tscheu

In memory of Barry Lopez

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Gary Hoover's avatar

Many years ago, I observed how dead I became in the educational system and also in the economic system.

At some point one of my children noted how the eyes of teen children mostly just glazed over at school.

My thought since then has been - “First hands and hearts. And then minds.”

I am old now, and have been mostly treated like a ghost - barely seen and barely heard.

We are all here within an infinite dreaming. We dream and are dreamed.

This is visceral sentience and sentient viscerality.

One does not precede the other, nor can one be separated out from the other.

We will not ever escape spirituality or physicality.

We will not ever differentiate fully and permanently as individuals, nor will we merge fully and permanently into the one dreaming.

We are here in our bodies for a little while. We are here to love. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else.

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