Sometimes the things that inspire/awaken our creativity are not beautiful or kind, but reminders of how precious and important beauty and kindness are… This is a poetic response to the Orlando Pulse nightclub tragedy, specifically, and to the underlying catalyst of such events – the commodification of…
Can we talk?
Beyond the political football that the latest mass shooting almost instantly became…
What kills is fear.
Not guns. Not religion.
Homophobia is fear of one’s own innate feelings. A fear that gets nurtured by a culture that fears nonconformity and otherness.
It is is a mental illness.
“Fear is the mind-killer” Frank Herbert said.
I don’t actually believe in hate,
for all this talk about haters and hate crimes.
Hate is a just form of fear.
It’s the fear we must expose.
Fear is an instinct given to us for knowing when there is clear and present danger.
Like when a lion is stalking us.
What is really lurking in the jungle, if anything?
Who told you it was?
Are you relying on your own senses?
The darkest crime being perpetrated here
is the selling of fear.
It’s a highly successful marketing strategy.
Sell fear. Sell guns. Sell the armed militant fix.
The weapons manufacturers and defense contractors
(clever that, “defense”)
are churning out their boy toys at quite a profit.
For who else would want to be well armed but those who are most afraid?
We have armed an army of fearful people, the number of which grows every day.
It’s no longer a question of whether that is right or appropriate. It is simply a reality.
Fight for legislation, and close that barn door,
but the horse is long gone, way on up the road.
It’s the fear we must address in the legislature
in the pulpits
in the schools
in our homes
in our hearts
Keep your frickin’ guns; turn in your fears.
Fear of guns. Fear of not having guns.
Fear of not making a profit.
Fear of losing of my piece of the pie.
Fear of nature. Fear of losing nature.
Fear of our own true nature.
Fear of our true feelings of love.
Think about that: Fear of love.
That is the clearest and most present danger
Take love back.
Love without fear.
That is what the manufacturers of fear
This stockpile of weapons we have amassed
poses no threat at all
when no one feels threatened.
There is no clear and present danger
being in the presence of a Muslim, or a gay man,
or a black man, or any man or woman
who is not afraid.
Sell fear, the mind-killer.
and use every tragedy that results
as a political strategy
to deflect our attention from our own senses,
from the sensual world
that speaks to us only of what is.
How sharp are our senses?
That is at the crux of it.
Our senses have been stripped,
as Dylan sang to Mr. Tambourine Man,
Gradually, deliberately. The stars have disappeared from our sky,
which stopped being blue in the daytime,
and no one noticed because we were all working
“under the gun”
and not looking up,
giving our consent to things like drinking fluoride,
a chemical used to make concentration camp prisoners docile,
and believing we should be more afraid of bad teeth.
Let me reiterate: We have been putting neurotoxins in
Three generations later,
we cannot get off our couches
even in the face of blatant corruption and cruelty;
even in the face of clear and present danger.
“They” sell it. We buy it, and sell it to each other.
We give it away for free.
Here, have some fear, I’ve got extra.
“Like” my fear on Facebook.
Fear is a product that comes with a very high price.
It’s not organic. It’s not Fair Trade. It’s not sustainable.
Don’t buy it.
For the Sake of Argument I’ll say God
I know something about God.
So do you. And now
we know something neither of us knew
until, and because, we met.
One time, or many times, when we might have
listened to each other
tell the stories that wanted to be told
in that particular moment.
A transmission happened,
though we would not have called it that.
We might have been doing the dishes,
our hands in the water,
reading pages out loud to each other from our
Books of What God Is.
And what that old, old Redwood knows of God – the music
that has been recorded of her long, slow dance
in her Book of What God Is…
If I lean into her body, sink in until we can
listen to each other,
my story in exchange for
what small portion of hers
she may be able to impart
to one so new –
I may receive one page, perhaps, from her Book
that I can then add to all that I know
And maybe one day, I open my book to that page –
just out of the blue, or so it would seem,
and that page begets a new page
called a poem –
conceived in a conjugal union of
Past and Present –
about a redwood tree
and cycles of life,
one of many that fill the Book of What God Is.
Yes, if we could lean in and
listen to each other
like we can with a Tree,
or the Wind, or the Ocean
receive each page with love,
knowing that we’re learning still more of what God is.
We’re all reporters for the Book of What God is
writing and reading
“All the news without fear or favor.”
So, let’s say that poem I write gets read,
to a haphazard gathering of strangers and friends,
and one, whom I may not even know,
finds a thread in the poem
which leads to some overgrown, tangled place
in her heart. Somewhat dazed, she stares
out a window
she looks through every day,
but only now
that old Valley Oak, so stalwart and reaching
out like the shelter of mothering arms. She goes outside, for she hears the tree
calling her, knows
that in this moment they can
listen to each other.
As she opens her Book to put in this page
a hundred pages spill out,
and flow past her eyes
like a river. She weeps,
tasting the tears in her Book of What God is –
the pages she’d tucked away and forgotten.
and all of them sing themselves back to her.
for things she didn’t know needed weeping.
She writes a new page with
her grief, in moans, and her praise
in crazed laughter –
the kind that only comes after the prisoner
is set unexpectedly free.
Those sounds heaving up from her heart
write a crystalline code
into each teardrop falling
from her face to the earth.
And the billions of organisms
who live in the soil
made moist by her tears
receive this transmission – each of them
has a new page for their Book of What God Is.
And they tell their stories to countless others;
the tree receives her story and theirs,
multiple versions of this one multifaceted moment of God.
The pages swell.
Sparrows, ravens, hearing her cries
write their pages.
The evening sun, glancing over one shoulder,
casts a moment
that the Earth herself writes into the Book –
a moment filled with infinite moments
of beauty and surrender,
pages within pages,
stories within stories
making One glorious infinite Story.
is reading and writing,
reading and writing,
reading and writing:
I am that.
I am that.
I am that.
by Purple Hazel Green
for Marleen, and everyone else
September 6, 2015
This audio piece and video was inspired by the following words. Find the video on my YouTube Channel It’s three and a half minutes of pure pleasure…. Hope you will enjoy it repeatedly.
Click here to listen: Celtic Body Blessing (It’s also available for download on my music page if you want it for keeps.)
Aine (pronounced Ana) is the Celtic Goddess of Love, Fertility and Sovereignty. . .
May your body be blessed
May you realize that your body is a faithful and beautiful friend of your soul
May you recognize that your senses
are sacred thresholds
May you realize that holiness
is mindful gazing, mindful feeling, mindful listening, and mindful touching
May your senses always enable you
to celebrate the universe and the mystery and possibilities in your presence here
May Aine bless you
May your senses gather you
and bring you home
– Celtic Blessing
The following poem, written when I lived in San Francisco, was inspired by an article I read out of Berkeley Lab in August 2007: “New Quantum Secrets of Photosynthesis.”
Because sunlight cannot be mechanically or chemically transferred to plants, the actual mechanics of photosynthesis has alluded the deconstructionists of science for ages. So, bless them, they developed a tool to measure wavelengths as short as a femtosecond, which is one quadrillionth of a second. This led them to the discovery that photosynthesis happens in the realm of quantum mechanics.
The instrument was able to measure a sudden and lingering moment of “quantum excitation” where the photons of light from the sun literally “strike a chord” in the molecules that go into making photosynthesis happen:
The quantum effects in photosynthesis were originally revealed through “quantum beating” signals: coherent electronic oscillations generated in both donor and acceptor molecules by light-induced energy excitations. Like the famous final piano chord in the Beatles’ “A Day in the Life,” these quantum beating signals seem to go on and on — though in this case, “on and on” means a few hundred femtoseconds. (A femtosecond, a
quadrillionth of a second, is to a second what a second is to about 30 million years.)
August 6, 2007 science@berkeley lab, New Quantum Secrets of Photosynthesis
We can learn a something from this in terms our our relationships with all energies in our environments – people and otherwise – and how we, too, can serve life by being coherent sources of light.
By entraining, or synchronizing, one’s “vibe” with another being, which is a matter of “listening” with one’s whole being — what can happen is not just the sum of its parts, it’s not even “more than the sum of its parts”, it is a QUANTUM LEAP into the mind of infinite possibility where something completely new can happen.
We are also beginning to understand that is how we learn – not from mental memorization of information from another source, but by a quantum transmission of information that happens when there is an excitation of energy – say, in the course of a passionate discussion. We literally “learn” from another’s genius by being in the presence of that energy. What is actually happening is that we are tapping into that same source from which genius arises.
This may very well be what Jesus meant when he said, Wherever two or more are gathered in my name there I am in the midst of them. … I am being infinite possibility.
FALLING INTO FEMTOSECONDS
by Purple Hazel Green 2007
On my bike ride to work today,
stopping for a traffic light,
I noticed the gingko tree growing out of a square
in the sidewalk at Fifth Street and Mission.
I pass it nearly every day. It’s not new. I just
For the non-duality yogi, the next question would be:
Who is doing the noticing?
Some hue of color changed slightly, maybe, or
some way the light is angled this time of the season
that caught my attention. A thought arose: Beautiful Gingko.
Then another, triggered by memories of golden Gingko trees in Autumns past:
It’s September already, nearly Equinox.
Something grabbed me, only for an instant, but I fell
into that femtosecond,
when the light of the Gingko resonated with something in me –
and out of the quantum field arose
thoughts, memories, feelings of
warmth and beauty and belonging –
all those things that happen all at once when Nature
strums a chord. I wonder
what happened to the Gingko tree in those femtoseconds?
in that moment of quantum excitation?
Did the xylem and phloem start to flow more quickly?
Did the photosynthetic process speed up?
Did its roots grow a nanometer? Did it feel
the love I felt?
My best educated guess would be, YES.
These moments of bliss and destiny happen
any time, any place.
What does it mean to be “realized”?
It means we notice more of them, that’s all.
But that’s not nothing,
to notice something that happens in a femtosecond,
which is to one second what one second is to
thirty million years.
A few millionths of a billionth of a second
is all it takes for something new and profound to emerge.
Light, water, energy.
Feelings, thoughts, memories.
Conscious awareness opens up time,
tiny mustard seed moments.
Notice when the vibration changes,
a subtle sensory shift, music plays you,
sing it, dance in it, do surrender to it.
It will last as long as you can dwell there
until some latent possibility is released.
This femtosecond feels like forever,
because it is.
Energy is transformed and nothing is the same as it was
only a moment before.
A relationship formed, bonded, and was consummated
in one lingering moment,
in less time than it takes to blink.
A quadrillion big bangs emerging from the quantum field
every second –
matter and form is drawn out of formless consciousness,
like romance out of lovers when the violinist lingers at their table.
But I’m a mad scientist with no credentials
save my curious, seeking mind,
merging into the music of a single gingko tree
at the busy, noisy corner of Fifth Street and Mission,
falling into femtoseconds as vast as intergalactic space,
Who is doing the singing?
Shortly after writing this poem I read an article by biochemist and genetic scientist, Dr. Mae Wan Ho, whose theory of organism is breaking ground through the hallowed no-persons’-land between the physical and life sciences. In the article, entitled “In Search of the Sublime”, Dr. Ho explores this same energy of living exchange between organisms. Dr. Ho says: The creation of significant form is the basis of knowledge, possibly for all living species; it holds the key to aesthetic experience in science and art, and depends on the inextricable entanglement of all beings in nature.
So, I sent my Femtoseconds poem in an email to Mae Wan Ho and she kindly responded as well as published it in the letters of the next issue of the I-SIS online journal….
Because I wanted to bring Mae Wan’s ideas to my friends in a digestible form and have a little fun with it, I created one of my “wisdom jams” – sampling her talk “Quantum Jazz” which was delivered at the Bioneers Conference in 2008. The Bioneers is an annual meeting of the world’s greatest (in my opinion) progressive thinkers, scientists, elders and social leaders, and it happens every October right here in northern California.
Organism – Mae Wan remix
This is my jam called “Organism,” and it has received Dr. Ho’s blessing as a “labor of love” which indeed it is. You can listen to other wisdom jams and all my music by clicking here.
Dr. Mae Wan Ho’s book: THE RAINBOW AND THE WORM: The Physics of Organism (1993) is now in it’s third edition. Her current work and that of the Institute for Science in Society can be explored at http://www.i-sis.org.uk/index.php
We can go a long way in serving life simply by paying attention to, and taking responsibility for, the energy that we bring to our environments with our thoughts and feelings.
Each of us are coherent sources of light; the human heart is a coherent light source.
I am the motion of the universe
– through the dark
and starry spirals of the night.
While the Milky Way seems far above me,
I am swimming in her fiery waves of light
I am the vitality of the sun
–curling streams of light
breathing, tasting, touching, seeing
I say, “The sun is in my eyes.”
I am love emitting love –
unable to contain myself
I am the pinpoint of creation
on a journey into dreams.
Curling up with my beloved,
I say, “The moon is rising.”