The Mobile Mineral

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"No other mineral is capable both of flying through the air and playing the piano." - David Deutsch

Have a Soul or have soul?
If to do or not do is still doing
and
to be or not to be is still being
and
to have a Soul or have soul is...
Do you have to have a Soul to have soul?
What is having soul?
What is it to have a Soul?
Do you have to have soul, to have a Soul?
What if you don't have a Soul?
We already know some don't have soul?
Or do we?
Is it just some soul that is not recognizable?
Is it just some soul that doesn't seem so cool?
Why are those with soul, so cool?
And why are those that don't, are so uncool?
If one has a Soul, don't all have to have a Soul?
And what if one can lose a Soul?
What about the ones with soul? Can they lose it?
Whatever that it was that made them cool is gone, or out of fashion, or just gotten old.
Maybe they are dead. How much soul can they have now?
Just the soul that they had.
Just as much as can be remembered.
Rediscovered.

Joy

Even blind eyes can see the mountain
turn into a fountain, that overflows with joy
turning into shouts of glee
smiles abound when facing each new day
no heartache or pain can deny the ever-filling laughter
that comes from within and spreads out to the great wide world
feel sad for for just a moment, then let the moment fade

Joy surrounds the spirit, let the spirit fly free
to seek its happiness inside the glow of love
take care the treasures you hold dear
they are the source from which the fountain flows
and the mountain is not a mountain
when it moves as a molehill
to become a river flowing joyously

The Prisoner

the long lost alibi
mistaken for a thief
stolen hearts and many teeth
smiles in bounds
swollen feet wrapped in sound
toe tapping dancers reel
gestures relate the story
no motive forsaken
truth be told, no misery
the crime remains an ideal
revolution gains ground
it's swell, the fill-up menu
eating well
stuffed and bated
breath releases sound
the vibrations tingle
mingle with the echoes
clowns and frowns
silly slap-stick mounds
rising with the tides
swallowed whole
Alcatraz wasn't meant to be
the jails have all been set free

the flood

a flood of emotions
have awakened me
from a deep, deep sleep
high and low
happy, sad
I was dreaming of a beach
I walked along the shore
waiting for a sunset
an ocean is still calling
as I swim through the feelings
at once calm, serene and elated
anxious, disturbed and upset
I do not watch the news
I saw Viet Nam in my teens
Will a nightmare never cease?

Wistful Smile

a bit chagrined
chained loosely to the floor
feelings untouched
desire of flesh
just a wish
for sight unseen

Tomato 3

while walking today,
I saw some fruit
dropped, or left randomly.
3 tomatoes scattered over 2
maybe 3 blocks,
almost like bread crumbs
I followed them.
I really like them to eat
and the urge to reach down
and pick one up to munch
was there.
but no, I let them lie,
maybe for a bird, a squirrel, raccoon,
someone much hungrier than I.
there was also one really smashed-up
cucumber too.

Where Are They?

www.technologyreview.com/Infotech/20569/

Why I hope the search for extraterrestrial life finds nothing.

By Nick Bostrom

Technology Review, May/June 2008

Nick Bostrom, director of the Future of Humanity Institute at the University of Oxford, hopes the search for extraterrestrial life finds nothing.

He says a finding of some form of ET life might be a sign, in combination with the lack of any known communication so far from ET, that any sufficiently advanced civilization discovers some technology--perhaps some very powerful weapons technology--that prevents the emergence of a space-colonizing civilization, and causes its extinction.

And that could be our future if the "Great Filter" (one or more evolutionary transitions or steps that must be traversed at great odds in order for an Earth-like planet to produce a civilization capable of exploring distant solar systems) is still ahead of us.

Another Dead Soldier

there's a shadow on the moon
far away from dark and gloom
it's lifeless and still
like all of us
no less real
when you have doubts
jump up and shout!
feel the shadow move

to this I say- 'What we were, you are; what we are, you will be.'

In the beginning, there is
presence, light and energy, being of such intensity, no other
existence in proximity is possible, as far as they can tell.


I remember the time I lived with two gay guys, no wait, two gay guys, a really big dog, I don't remember his name,
I'll call him Morpho and a small dog, her name I remember, Kitty.
Morpho and Kitty had puppies, well Kitty had the puppies, Morpho just looked on in wonder. The puppies died.
They were cute miniatures of Morpho, at least until they got buried.
One day I was riding in the back of some sort of hatchback, staring out into the angled sky, the moon was still bright in the early morning, not quite ready to set or fade. It had a shadow, what seemed for the first time, I noticed that it was this ball I was spinning on casting its shadow out and it was somehow reflecting back to me and maybe even me to it.
As far as I can tell, Being has some lessons to teach, fear no evil, fear not death, without opposition, proposition,
supposition there is no position, no glow, no show.

as a slow ebb
matching well
with a bursting flow

a memento in reverse
St. Ursula out of verse
with vision by Elizabeth
justly venerated by death

oh sweet sister of mercy
set inside, no need to curtsy
with veil I melt, without I felt

a moment out of such
some simple reach of touch
with out-stretched glove
blissfully seeking you above

Leonard Cohen

www.leonardcohen.com/

"What is a saint? A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with the angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love."

en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Leonard_Cohen

My Eyes

are dreams that see what I protect
they show the life that I project
some say they are mirrors to the soul
to me they are more a reflection of a goal
dreams can also be memories
and the past can seem like reveries
I would rather spin new visions
create reality with choices and decisions
this freedom is cherished and ideal
and cause enough to protect what is real.