Life Rhythms poetry blog

Great Swamp Northfield

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”

– William Shakespeare


Welcome to a poetry and quotation blog,
edited with original work by Jonathan Mark

This page will be updated, revised; new poems will
appear, plus quotations, which can be like condensed
poetry full of meaning that can explode into awareness.


Moments in the stillness

The quiet is shattered

With wild dreams

Flying between

Tarps and elastic

It makes no sense

While the rescue over

The dance of the wolves taken,

The blending of love and fear

Cannot coexist.

So dream like adventures

In all realms penetrate

Where all in all seeing

Touching feeling wanting

Is consumed in the moment we are in.

26 April, 2016


“And while I stood there
I saw more than I can tell and
I understood more than I saw;
for I was seeing in a sacred manner
the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes
as they must live together like one being.”

– Black Elk


Feelings thrive on mixed results,
the shattered dream,
the undeniable consequences..

where what wants is buried in disbelief
as we separate from one another

where the burden is believed to be lightened,
as the world gets shattered..
in endless transformation
in what love demands,
or will no longer exist
in the eye of the beholder.

24 November, 2014


“There are two ways to live:
you can live as if nothing is a miracle;
you can live as if everything is a miracle.”

– Albert Einstein


“There are only two mistakes
one can make along the road to truth:
Not going all the way, and not starting.”

– The Buddha


“In all the world there are only two kinds of people
those who know, and those who do not know; and this
knowledge is the thing which matters.. . Those who
are on the side of wisdom and knowledge know why
they are here and what they should do, and they
are trying to do it; all the others do not yet
know what they should do, and so they often act
foolishly, and try to invent ways for themselves
which they think will be pleasant for themselves,
not understanding that all are one, and that
therefore only what the One wills can ever
be really pleasant for any one. They are
following the unreal instead of the real.”

J. Krishnamurti


Warrior of the Wind

As an Indian child I wept and cried
To feel the hatred, the reason my father died;
I dried my tears as I grew older
And with my bow became bolder..

To protect my mother of this world and of nature,
As buffaloes were slaughtered and the Indian hungered;
The fish gave us strength to survive,
Yet we knew we had to do more to remain alive.

As we struggled the White men kept coming,
Building towns and railroads with sticks
that kept exploding..
Chasing us to grounds that were barren,
Our most sacred lands by strangers were taken.

Some of the younger braves, angered by these maneuvers,
No longer respected the way of peace elder and became warriors.
They hid and ambushed and the numbers of our people grew small,
My family became mourners, it was then I heard a call..

I went to my place beside a flowing brook.
Here it was peaceful and as I sat the water spoke:
“Young brave, warrior of the wind..
Let go and carry the message within.”

There was no need to fear at this place,
But as I opened my heart I felt it shake.
I leaned toward the water, but did not fall,
I flew through the woods to the source of the call.

Here I saw buffalo and the warriors of old,
They sat in a council of peace and here I was told:
“Young brave, true warrior, the fighting is not free,
But you must complete the lessons that will let you see.”

I came back to the brook and felt good,
But was confused as to what I should do.
Then I smelt fire and heard thunder from guns..
Back to my four legged and back to my home.

My mother lay there, with a young one in the ashes of ruin.
My tears bitterly dried by the heat of my village burning.
All friends, women, children lay in darkness..
My confusion and not knowing became like a sickness.

Nothing I could see but anger and scalping.
I rode my pony feverishly attacking.
With others I yelped, burned, and killed
until peace was lost,
I could not return to my place over that hill.

But late one night before sleep a spirit said,
Look above, way above your head
And like at the stream I went with the wind..

Yet sleep overcame my spirit,
In the morning I didn’t remember.
I hopped on Sacred Fire and rode as a warrior.
Charging in a cloud of dust,
my throat struck by a bullet,
Breathing became difficult, I fell
And rolled and rolled; still not breathing I looked up.
Hoofs ran wild, but way, way above my head
I saw clouds opening instead.

I rose to the land of buffalo and friend
And understood why we all had to ascend.
The land we left needs to serve another,
Though the Whites hardly respect the Earth Mother.

They’ll cut the trees, drain the soil, sicken the water,
Their destructive forces will come like a wind of fire.
Yet a cleansing will come to purify all the spreading diseases,
And HO, nature will replenish the Earth with changes.

For peace will be for all kinds of tribes
And for those with the strength to remain alive,
Without tears of rage nor loss of dignity,
But for those that have or will see
Earth and her children living in complete harmony.

By Jonathan Mark
Mitakuye Oyasin – All My Relations
12 July 1978 – Tree-Root Press

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Grandfather’s Prayer – 21 June 2010 – Solstice

Thank you my Creator for allowing me to be different,
but may I always remember – “We are all one Tribe”

To most of us these words make logical sense. When we
look at our brothers and sisters of the human family we are
pretty well the same. We are born with two arms and two legs,
we all have a head on our shoulders. We all need to eat and go
to the toilet. We all also have part of the Great Spirit within us.
Maybe it is this sameness that gets us into trouble
and we tend to take it for granted.

In this world we seem to concentrate on the differences
we perceive, which lead to separation. We are all very quick
to be judgmental about the differences, be it religious beliefs,
cultural background, language, ethnic origin, where we live,
and the colour of ones skin.

The old ones gave honour to the differences in each of us.
When they sat in circle they acknowledged each of us came
from the same source, but each person saw every situation
from a different perspective. Sitting in a circle enables each
one sitting around the circle to see everyone from a slightly
different angle or perspective as well as the centre itself.
A hologram is similar, it looks slightly different depending
on the angle you are looking at it, but the image is the same.

When the ancestors sat in circle they gave honour to everyone’s
point of view and there being a right to have a variety of opinions.
Everything could be discussed, resulting invariably in the right
decision being made that benefited the whole and everyone.

Next time we are quick to voice an opinion or judge another
maybe we should imagine ourselves in that person’s shoes
and try to see the picture as they see it.

We may see we are pretty much the same after all!

GRANDFATHER PETER
Skennen kenhak O:NEN!

Let there be Peace NOW


Love Creation and Created
Honour Moon, Sun, and Planet
Obey Time and Space
Obey Sound and Light
Honour Earth, Star, and Comet
Love Finite and Infinite

We have inherited more than the wind.

We have a measure of Man’s mind.

Bart Jordan
Excerpt from:
“Measure Man’s Mind and Mind Man’s Measure”


It’s no wonder that truth is stranger than fiction.

Fiction has to make sense.

– Mark Twain


“If liberty means anything at all, it means the right
to tell people what they do not want to hear.”

– George Orwell –
[Eric Arthur Blair]
(1903-1950) British author


abomination obama nation

abomination obama nation declares war
under false pretense too horrific to ignore
while tens of thousands (no longer people), but troops,
ordered to preserve poppy plants, dark economies,
energy resources, while law takes order a foot, or two..

soldiers crawl under site – killing being killed,
and told that to justify such a decision
to invade and occupy 9/11 is implicated
into mind altering imagery, denial is its deadliest sound,
as people are told to trust untruth,
or we will and can kill you..
or better yet, don’t think of it.. live day to day..

i remember buildings falling like no other time..
i remember resistance to investigations and overt cover-up..
i remember non-existence of science in its manipulation,
government reports miss smoking gun evidence..
i remember anthrax sent to media and Democrats..
i remember seeing explosions, plumes over Baghdad,
heated depleted uranium pressing on populations
infiltrating generations destroying innocence forever.

the fool’s errand is to rescue the queen,
while we know nine eleven scorches truth within
usa sponsored terrorism, home grown, Able Danger,
or patsies as the mission goes dark and deep

from world war 2 to endless war, CIA,
smoke-screening kennedy killers with those bought to serve..
the devil doers.. sheeple sleep, and every so often
wolves raid the cavern dark and deep to control secrets..
but genocide on the way to abyss is not logical thinking..
while Shakespeare said it so simply,

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”

where have we gone; and what have we forgotten?

By Jonathan Mark
02 December 2009


During times of universal deceit,
telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act
.”

— George Orwell


“Yes, you can lie to other people
and get away with it, but to lie to yourself
is like laying a mine field and losing the map.”

— Bart Jordan


“If a Nation expects to be ignorant and free in a state
of civilization, it expects what never was and never
will be…. If we are to guard against ignorance and
remain free, it is the responsibility of
every American to be informed.”

— Thomas Jefferson
(1743-1826), 3rd US President


“The hardest lie to determine to be a lie

is that which is closest to the truth.”

– Bart Jordan


Forgiveness

Let us forgive the worst among us
because the worst is in ourselves,
the worst lives in each of us,
along with the best.

Let us forgive the worst
in each of us
and all of us
so that the best
in each of us
and all of us
may be free.

Leonard Peltier
PRISON WRITINGS: My Life Is My Sun Dance
Published by St. Martins Press, NYC; 1999

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The Earth Wondrous

My greetings and thanksgivings
I extend to the Earth Mother;
her nourishment though invisible
is felt by the rushing four winds,
the seasons have purpose,
the sun, glorious;
life as spread forth by trees
feeds the continuing healing forces
of purification.
I am endowed with beauty
and my arms stretch forth
in openness and gaiety
to the music of the heavens.
The Earth is wondrous.

Jonathan Mark


A sunrise takes us by surprise
yet never delays its coming,
its turning, its yearning
to mix life with color
and turn on the crystal
ball of Earth.

Jonathan Mark


“The most beautiful experience we can have
is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion
that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.”

— Albert Einstein


Birth

In the awakening of birth
I felt an overwhelming love.
Pure and simple, the dream,
the floating, the freeness to touch and stretch
and to be touched while still glowing in ecstasy.

Jonathan Mark


“It’s better to light one candle
than to curse the darkness.”

– Emily Dickinson


Death

The unknown journey tells us of lives past,
What’s behind the sky and how long we can last.

Blight and perish, then return Creation to your chore
never ending, Though it appears dim sometimes
because the tunnel winds, But beyond the next bend
the illumined mind might find a permeating ray.

O’ divine mystery, naked before my thoughts,
Such grandeur and majesty, am I truly worthy?

Embracing life, colors blend, light filters through,
I am what I am.
The only death that came to be was to that of mystery,
as life has a way of renewing and cleansing, and with
the purpose of growth, the spirit will always be unending.

Jonathan Mark


book-dying


“The individual is the true reality of life.
A cosmos in himself, he does not exist for the State,
nor for that abstraction called ‘society,’ or the ‘nation,’
which is only a collection of individuals.”

— Emma Goldman
(1869-1940) Source: The
Place of the Individual in Society


Night allows death’s sorrow
to tear drip weep beneath
its sublime essence.
While contrary to thought
madness rages on with sight
even feeling the stench,
masking what one says or does,
the writing on the wall
has fallen into an abyss
where countries are plundered,
the tapestry of life torn into shreds,
I am amiss with its sorrow and dread
and only hope integrity crawls through
before its too late for another new day.

Jonathan Mark


“When men yield up the privilege of thinking,
the last shadow of liberty quits the horizon.”

– Thomas Paine
(1737-1809)


Precarious

A grounded bird
Perched feet from sheer faces,
Freefalls and deadly drops
Flying on jutted thrusts of rock
I suddenly feel boreal
And pseudo-alpine.

The wind rustles steadily
In lower reaches of this chasm,
this monstrous ravine.
Clouds puff and duplicate
In the sun’s constant spread.

Mountains engage the eye
From every dimension
Beyond the third
Into a timeless fourth.
Time eased away
In the day’s anxiousness.
Next is annexed to now
You are the impermanence of moment.

Ned Green wrote this beautiful poem on the Appalachian Trail in his Journal in 1997.
On February 18, 2001, at only 26, doing what he loved most, climbing, his support on an
ice ledge gave way where he fell into a deep chasm on Mt. Washington, New Hampshire.


“When a well-packaged web of lies has been sold
gradually to the masses over generations, the truth will
seem utterly preposterous and its speaker a raving lunatic.”

Dresden James


Spreading Seeds

A voice, a sound, an idea
Floated over my head
Came through my brain
And as a picture said,
Your thoughts were revealed.

Loving reality we must fly
To where world never end
Or at least try
and be a true friend.

A flower dies only after
It has gone to seed,
Spreading its image forth
As a newborn memory.

Ah, no death can forsake the truth
As life knows no end,
And we are alive, aren’t we?
And we have come together again.

What trials and tribulations
bring us forth
To spread our knowledge of the skies,
What is within this mighty life
To make us bear witness
To the destruction of many lives?

Are we the seeds the flower sent forth
To replant the kingdom of love?
Has not negativity lived long enough
To be purified back into the ash it’s made of?

Oh nature, our mother,
We weep and will try
To rebuild the structures
Of love, simplicity, and respect –
And trust to understand why.

Jonathan Mark


“The first truth is that the liberty of a democracy is not safe
if the people tolerate the growth of private power to a point
where it becomes stronger than their democratic State itself.
That, in its essence, is fascism — ownership of government
by an individual, by a group or by any other
controlling private power.”

– Franklin D. Roosevelt


New Beginning, New End

Time forged in mystery
Flowing to drips of anxiousness
Sweating out toxins and breathing in space
Where none existed before,
Except in our minds; now
Trembling into a disappearing act –
Frozen in fear as glaciers melt away
And consumption is on its last binge..
Where tomorrow holds uncertainty
And logic is confined in its space
Between denial and insanity,
Or perhaps science is on its last breath and voyage
From the perspective of humankind-nature,
And yet, a new day begins.

Jonathan Mark


“If you are neutral in situations of injustice,
you have chosen the side of the oppressor.”

— Desmond Tutu


Morning Star

If there was a morning star
and I found a path to a mountain reservoir,
And viewed the past in moments of today,
I must say, I have found a way. Chosen,
because I choose to do what I came here for,
Realizing I have seen it all before,
a deja-vu from a morning star;
Reawakening love to a planet
which has strayed much too far.

Jonathan Mark


“Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts
to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against
injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and
crossing each other from a million different centers
of energy and daring, those ripples build a current
which can sweep down the mightiest walls
of oppression and resistance.”

Robert F. Kennedy
Capetown, June 6th 1966


Happiness

Happiness comes from a large garden
full of the fruits of the most sacred things..
The delicate flowers unfold a fragrance
to behold the image worth living.
O’ purple majesty, violet rays of God’s tranquility,
tell us about compassion, and the green depth of grass
and pines do heal, swirling leaves in the wind say,
“Come out into the sun and feel.” And air currents carry
the moisture, in its core the life force, absolutely pure,
and we bathe in light and color and learn to see the positive
behind everything.. and the backdrop of blue, blue sky,
brings the heavens closer to the real world of dreams
and visions that one can fly.. and to understand the
shapes of clouds creates an artistic eye . . .
to know the spiritual wonders of illumination,
to be on Earth and reach out ever so high.

Jonathan Mark


“I’m very much in favor of the space program, but I think the use
of plutonium in space is a manifestation of organized insanity.”

John W. Gofman, M.D., Ph.D.
18 August, 1999
Professor Emeritus of Molecular and Cell Biology


O eons of darkness, eternal night
you are only a backdrop for wondrous light.
And here I might find through the core of self
the entrance to illuminate, to perceive,
to flow with atoms expelling light,
as a river of purity in the deepness of night

Jonathan Mark


“You can never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes
the existing model obsolete.”

— Buckminster Fuller


Thought

I thought and saw a cosmic flash of laughter,
Bedazzled,
I circuited the miscellaneous thoughts
Connecting
truth with the umbrella of peace
Perpetuating
the existence of awareness,
Never-ending, always going,
flowing,
all knowing,
Life, a wonder of wonders
Creating an immortal self
for we are as we are
comforted
by the Creator of creators
Beyond
a time that was or is or ever will be.
I AM
in a sea of totality.

Jonathan Mark


“As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression.
In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains
seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all
must be most aware of change in the air – however slight –
lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.”

– William O Douglas


Questions

What if we crush against the pit of war
and out bursts its bitter counterpart, destruction?
What if tears and pains unbearable
are curses because of lack of food?
What if death won’t unlock the door
and we stay alive in misery?

Would we comprehend the meaning of existence?
Did it mean much before the war?
Could it mean more now in these days of
panic-stricken homes?

O’ the emotions lose control;
who the fuck cares who wins the war?
Who’s on the side of fate?
Could nuclear radiation wipe out hate?

What if we lean against each others shoulder
and profess a liberty that can’t be beat?
What if our hearts melt openly in the sun
and declare a unity that makes all one?
Can the bleeding call of mass hysteria
conquer simple trust?
Can innocence bow down below an inferior lust?

Jonathan Mark


“Strike against war, for without you

no battles can be fought! Strike against

manufacturing shrapnel and gas bombs

and all other tools of murder! Strike against

preparedness that means death and misery

to millions of human beings! Be not dumb,

obedient slaves in an army of destruction!

Be heroes in an army of construction!”

Helen Keller


“Terrorism is the best political weapon
for nothing drives people harder
than a fear of sudden death.”

– Adolf Hitler
(1889-1945) German Nazi Dictator


“American fascists are most easily recognized by
their deliberate perversion of truth and fact.”

Henry A. Wallace
Vice President (1941 to 1945).
Quote from 1944 article in NY Times
“The Danger of American Fascism”


“Marcus Cicero, over 2000 years ago, defined freedom
as participation in power. If you don’t participate in power,
you are not free. Whoever has the power owns you. If you
want to be free you have to participate in power..”

– U.S. Senator Mike Gravel
(D-Alaska, 1969-1981)

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The White Christmas is a symbol
of more than we can assemble,
it is the heart that hurts
when that is broken.
Jesus the man, Christ his symbol,
came with love but became an idol.
With joy he gave, he spoke,
a truth to live, more than just hope;
but, as Centuries went by man manipulated
truth into lies stating that heaven or hell
awaits those who do or do not realize..
yet death is just an opening door
to allow us to go on with the thoughts
we lived with and for.

Jonathan Mark
written 21 December 1977
All My Relations – Mitakuye Oyasin
Published by Tree-Root Press 1980


“Evil does not exist, or at least it does not exist unto itself.
Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness
and cold, a word that man has created to describe the
absence of heat. God did not create evil. Evil is the
result of what happens when man does not have
God’s love present in his heart. It’s like the
cold that comes when there is no heat
or the darkness that comes
when there is no light.”

– Albert Einstein


9/11 Birthday Wish

In a birthday wish I find myself contemplating decisions
from a pattern of thought, ideas of righteousness,
or stumbling upon a more comfortable situation;
the memories come blazing in anyway
with the current events setting the stage on fire..
and we can hide from the fierce winds of destruction..
or sail upon the ocean’s back.. breaking it into pieces
with man’s chemical contributions.. geopolitical greed,
shaped by Centuries and deception trying to buy humanity.

Dark generations profit from war, resources bought
and owned from death weapons to corrupt financial systems..
owning media, pharmaceutical-health-food-energy-water,
infiltrating most every government, intelligence slips a notch
around the world; and we, the people.. hear the corporate
supreme court justices say that they own us, and our minds
could be for sale.. or tricked, while those denying science
can firsthand witness 9/11 world coup in broad daylight,
cameras catching things that could never happen
before or since, and yet, for some, denial is too thick
to realize.. or hear.. and that loss of freedom for others
is too high of a price.. especially when wars are justified
and the situation slips, worsens, and can become
too dark to see or think even for a birthday wish.

Jonathan Mark


“He who controls the past controls the future.
He who controls the present controls the past.”

– George Orwell
1984


“He who is not angry when there is just cause for anger is immoral.
Why? Because anger looks to the good of justice. And if you can
live amid injustice without anger, you are immoral as well as unjust.”

– St. Thomas Aquinas
(1225-1274)


albert camus quote on freedom


The worst of all deceptions is self-deception.”

– Plato
(429-347 BC)


In The Eye of the Lotus

In the methods of self discovery
I searched here and there and
came across a burning bush;
singed by fires of purification
I stepped into this holy light
and as truth would allow
became one with a universal sound,
Om Mani Padme Om..
the jewel is within the eye of the lotus..

Jonathan Mark


“Man is deeply vulnerable when faced with overwhelming evil.
Instead of consolidating his energy to fight it,
he wastes valuable time and effort puzzling over it,
insisting it is not, cannot possibly be, what it seems.”

– Konnilyn G. Feig
Hitler’s Death Camps: The Sanity Of Madness P. 444 (1979)


The Sweat

In a lodge we danced in a pool of sweat,
Fiery rocks sent splashes of steam
to release any thoughts unclean;
heat filtered through our bodies
overwhelming in intensity,
but it was good to do..

Where are we? We wondered in a womb of darkness,
Yet comforted by molecules electrified by spirit.
Why are we? We pondered in a womb of trust.
How did we come to be?
We laughed in the middle of all misery..

It seemed endless, this sweat with rocks spitting fiercely
into the air, but by speaking to the four directions,
we found peace and purification.

The Indian sweat was doe.
We crawled out, the blazing sun
Sparkled as never before..
colors were vivid, shades beautiful hues,
the wind sweet, the earth soft,
and trees moved their leaves..

Goodness came, exhilaration,
unspeakable emotions.. and in the silence
awareness arose to the heights of clarity, purity,
and individual goals.

Jonathan Mark


“He who learns must suffer
And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget
Falls drop by drop upon the heart,
And in our own despair, against our will,
Comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.”

— Agamemnon

This was quoted by Robert F Kennedy in his speech announcing the
assassination of Martin Luther King on 4 April 1968; and the epitaph
his family inscribed on his grave marker in Arlington National Cemetery.


In this dream of water

One night I was enchanted by spirit’s sweet embrace,
One after another we dove into the current’s swift pace..

The water rushed gallantly, curving with each bend,
Folding waves sparkled white brilliantly and then blend..

The trees marked the soaring heights which beauty may climb,
The sky of heaven must have touched the Earth to share its color,
And the rains had gathered to perform its music
With thankfulness to the Creator.

..My friend Kenny entered first, then Kathy,
(whose body that night lay next to mine), then I,
Off a rock sailed in this wonderful dream
To enter water’s sweet substance, its translucence
Within a mighty stream.

Not a breath was needed in this weightless dimension –
Only love given by every motion..

Kathy glided towards me in this special place.
Deeply we touched the joy, the warmth,
The serenity below the turbulent surface..

Suddenly cleansed, refreshed, and sparkling I awoke
from nature’s dream still feeling spirit’s sweet embrace..
its effervescence from an all mighty stream..

Jonathan Mark


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

– Wendell Berry
“The Peace of Wild Things”

For a Chris Hedges’ article on this poem, see:
Freedom in the Grace of the World


“When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds
of despair, and when our nights become darker than a
thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a
creative force in this universe, working to pull down
the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able
to make a way out of no way and transform dark
yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize
the arc of the moral universe is long
but it bends toward justice.”

– Martin Luther King, Jr.


“When I despair, I remember that all through history,
the way of truth and love has always won. There have
been murderers and tyrants, and for a time they can
seem invincible. But in the end they always fall.
Think of it, always.”

– Mohandas Gandhi
(1869-1948)


Passion’s Fruit

Passion comes from life
with winds both gentle and strong
and trees leafy and bare,
with wild creatures old and young
and joy and sorrow’s tear.

Nature’s bounty is passion’s fruit
nourishing both earth and humans
continuing life’s existence
with a force of two,
who come in passion
to feel oneness
and join with compassion
on this sacred land.

Jonathan Mark


“The most common way people give up their
power is by thinking they don’t have any.”

— Alice Walker


Within a Sunset

O’ Great Spirit
Gently breathing within me,
The sunset horizon of western sky
touch my mind, I feel its flow
and see an indescribable picture;
And the most I can show,
the poetry of my nature,
Not less than nor more than the above,
But a force one with the horizon of love.

O’ Great Spirit,
Force through all nature,
Maker of the universe..

I AM.

sunset western mass


Jonathan Mark
Mitakuye Oyasin – All My Relations

Poetic thoughts and stories by Jonathan Mark
Published by Tree-Root Press (1982)


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Flyby News (FN) came out of the campaign to stop or expose the high risk NASA Cassini (plutonium) Earth flyby. FN's first campaign at the turn of the millennium was to prevent the expansion of the arms race and US domination of the planet with space-based weapons. Yet the theft of democracy in the US 2000 election, the Supreme Court appointment of George W. Bush as US President, and the events of September 11, 2001, led to the termination of the 1972 Ballistic Missile Treaty, along with many other actions of crimes against humanity and civil freedom. The exploitation and cover-up of September 11, 2001 led to illegal, deceptive wars, which has accelerated climate change, and the downfall of financial and social justice. Flyby News is educational and nonviolent in focus, and has supported critical campaigns for a healthy environment, human rights, justice, peace, and nonviolence, since the launching of NASA's Cassini space probe in 1997. More info @ FlybyNews.com
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