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Outpost Poetry
I stand in this garden of aliveness and I see pathways into tomorrow. The destiny of fertile ground. The long road to everywhere where good things happen through the movement of hands, the building of a dream. I feel the connection that has brought me home to my heart, to caring, where good friends gather in well meaning, moving in the direction of togetherness. These days coming are a mystery and I only do what is needed. Thoughtful in action. There is much to be done to be ready. To stand the high ground in a knowing of what it would take to grow what we eat, to drink of pure water, and to build it as a community of friends designing bridges into here and now. I would hope that good would come of these days, but there is little I can touch. I pull what I can within reach, and I with the good help of others begin the great journey of taking back this life. Freeing ourselves from television and supermarkets, to where we generate an economy of purpose, responsible to who we are and where we live. Redefining our relationship with land, sea, and sky. Bridging the distance where governments have failed. There is much to relearn, for I look at what I can feel in turning this living experience around where I can seek out things of true value. Eating what we grow in this garden of great beauty, growing food that represents the best of life and provides the best nutrient value available. Re-learning everything. The use of words, and the way I feel, and the connection I have to what I eat. The great purpose of today is that it may be in movement toward the Great and Wonderful and to friends that bring the best to life. That we may gather together to climb the tall ladder into an incredible life, standing aligned with the All Prevailing Presence that is above all things everywhere and that which works. The true test of real value is that it works. You breathe it when you breathe deeply, rooting deeply in a connection, drawing from the core of the earth, and pulling from the highest places above the head where conflict does not exist. Centered up in movement of hands and feet, focused on immediate action. The skill of working the dream and blending the work of today, beyond flesh, beyond this life. A connection to the single thread that exists in all things, moving like up. It exists in all realities, the future of the movement as Being. Being is being present, living with the hands on the wheel, present in the here and now. I am floating in and out of it. And there is much to be done to move in a direction of Upliftment. Bending the corners, so that things have a flow, making every day count. 24 hours to day, and half of it is spent building the dream, the other half is spent finding it behind the ridges, the mountains, the high hurdles. I reach stretching myself into well meaning. It is beyond the meaning of words, beyond the known. A place where great dreams live, and there is a steady flow of blessings. Here you have to reach with your heart to feel the good that was always intended you have to feel beyond the confines of flesh on bone. Floating like air, reaching through a connection with that which stands above all else. A Wholeness, like coming home to open arms, your own Higher Self. The inclusiveness of all things everywhere, where good friends find themselves in union, In prayer, In complete and total oneness. I relax to get there. My shield up. The single thread that prevails all life. My connection to the Great and Wonderful. I embrace the connection and It embraces me. A vehicle to travel through the flame. The illusion in time and place. This life requires the Connection, the single thread, the Embrace. You distance yourself from the clutter, the pointless, making good this connection to something good and powerful. Like suiting up in a jacket of wholeness. A connection to possibilities, Alignment you breathe. That you pull into the deepest part of yourself. You strengthen your connection by eating directly from the earth. By working the dream of self reliance, sustainability, by understanding through feeling, by dreaming of possibilities I am but one man standing where sky and land meet, living a life of open receptiveness, embracing a connection to the Unseen. The Dream of dreams, the magnificence of Magnificence. I pull it in, the Embrace, that dreams may come to place. That I may stand with others as pillars of song, connecting with sound you cannot hear. Liquid Aliveness, a place not mentioned in history, crossed out, I floating as strength of hands, focused on the doing, on making things happen.
Joe Nelson Icet
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The Purpose of the Eventful