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Saving Graceland

Saving Graceland

 

 

1, Give It Up

 

And there are the things that happy

Anyway

Bad things, starving things

Taking from life, risking faith

At each turn

We lost someone close

We lose a job

We lose a place

We lose what we thought

Were good associations

We lose something in ourselves

 

We lose some health

We lose materials we think we need

Because we do

And where is belief in this,

Where are you?

You’re here, but we don’t know how

So we give up

Or don’t embrace in the first place

Because there’s honest reason not

To take hold

We might even curse God

Denial

Or the arranging of an adversarial relationship

From then on

We take down faith symbols that were

Totem as well as decoration

No beauty there

In truth,

No more

 

And what’s to bring us back,

To move us on?

We’re grown up, we don’t need you

We only need ourselves

Maybe with like-minded

Maybe not

 

 

2, Restoration

 

I don’t know how each one

Might come back

Or start at all

I mean, there is confession

And repentance,

But what about when no one’s

Done anything that’s wrong?

I don’t mean venial

Considerations

I guess I mean victims

Who comes back from being robbed

Of life,

Of living goodness?

And if there were no faith

But awful things have happened,

How might it begin?

 

A blank slate would be easier

To mark on with good lessons

Or reason through

Someone’s apologetics

That happens, and it needs to happen

But wondering from a point of loss

Of theft

Of trickery

Or manipulation

Then believing again

That everything with truth and beauty

Might return to the mind’s eye

The vibrations of the heart

All the evil stuff to be forgotten

No, that’s not going to happen,

Though there might be mitigation

For a start

 

 

3, Landing

 

A favorite way in stories to rid oneself

Of evil is through laughter

For evil characters often hold

Themselves and what they think they have

Too seriously

An argument of one that must be global

 

Humor, a healthy kind

Even if delivered in exasperation

Cuts through the agenda

Exposes the lack of clothing on

Self-styled emperors

Not that it’s the only way

Or on its own an anodyne

But healthy humor

Like right thinking

Goes a way toward righteous victory

Perhaps in metanoia

 

Though there should come

A sober time for reflection and

Decision

Or (and) simply to feel it through

Faith is funny

Worse, it’s foolish

Even if it shows the way

Turn over folly

To find some wisdom

The way some lies are best understood

Simply in opposite consideration

(take out the “not” or put it in

around each lie)

A different kind of foolishness

Made wise

Toward what we need

And where to have it, here

And on the other side

In certain testimony,

Something about rooms in mansions

 

Finally, though, we must face the hurt

We won’t want to, which is a good

Sign

We’re on the way to something real

Don’t worry about being smart enough

Unless it’s also made aware

How to get smarter

Don’t let your ego, on another hand,

Make choices for you

Finally, you know, it’s faith

It’s choice

It’s a choice we make

It’s the kind of choice that anyone can make

And if you think someone cannot make that

Choice for deficiencies,

God will think this, too,

In God’s way

 

Nothing needed will be withheld

To guarantee the offer

Or the taking

We all can be there in

Graceland, one by one

And all together, starting

The process anytime

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Mahmudul Hasan Shaon on Unsplash

 

Transcontinental Railroad

Transcontinental Railroad

 

In a slow place, I wonder

 

I know, places are for walking

Wonder with an a, to wander, then

But the movement on the inside is

What seems to matter

The value in introspection, of hiking the

Mind on another side

 

Thoreauvian travel, as it were

I was told he walked to Concord often

From the pond, a matter of some

Miles

Not many

And this defined great travel to Thoreau

Because of how he trod

Through the

 

Interior

Pathways and passageways

That were of value to him

Through illumination

 

Pegging a lantern of discovery from

One part of a dark way (now lit)

Into the next

 

It’s like an empty railway

The bed and ballast, maybe ties

And

Will a set of rails

Then a train course over

Or course through

A plain, a valley, and

A tunnel

 

Maybe new passageways

Unvehicled

Lacking mechanism

Discipline

No timetable needed

Or requested

 

Ambling through the corridors instead

And hollows about discovery

‘Til a slide or lack of entryway

Makes us

Go ‘round another

Corner, a bend

 

Take an unmeasured angle or,

Who knows,

Set up another platform

 

We go

Out of order,

Unprepared

Or maybe all aligned

 

To find

Anew

The course

Or, yes, the track

Of inner life

 

Less taken, maybe

Maybe difficult but

Brave to try

 

Take it

Like the flyer (Dixie or

Overland) upon the rails

 

You

Be the kind

That must stop to rest,

Out of respect

For human crossings,

Not to freeze up at

The borders

 

‘Cause

Neither they nor you

Have to

 

C L Couch

 

 

Arne Hückelheim

Railway tracks in the sunset. Taken at Frankfurt Central Station.

 

Earth, Victim

Earth, Victim

 

It was reported in the ‘70s

That we had enough nukes to

Melt the crust off planet

Earth

And in 2016 campaigning in the USA

An uninformed remark

Was made: Why do we make nukes

If we don’t intend

To use them?

 

We’ve learned how to recycle

Trash and plastic

We can even scrub the skies

To good—

Saving—

Effect

 

Against ages of waste and disposal

From age-old stability of the

Earth itself,

Our efforts are nascent

Yet

We have humanity in two minds:

One mind mutters, doesn’t matter; I’ll

Be rich and dead and gone

By then

The other mind considers the catastrophe

And asks what might I do

How might I repair

My tongue, my thought, my profit

So that

There’s an Earth-home

In which to have all good

 

Meanwhile the

Earth itself

Blows out hurricanes our

Way because

It’s losing breath

And also torrents of rain

Because it

Weeps

 

Earth bleeds through the crust:

We can rise to help everything that’s wounded

Or

We can fall

The way the planet’s falling

Failing

Now

 

C L Couch

 

https://youtu.be/tbnmRghubsQ

TYSON: There are people who have cultural, political, religious economic philosophies that they then invoke when they want to cherry pick one scientific result or another. You can find a scientific paper that says practically anything and the press, which I count you as part of, will sometimes find a single paper and say “Here’s a new truth.” But an emergent scientific truth, for it to become an objective truth, a truth that is true whether or not you believe in it, it requires more than one scientific paper. It requires a whole system of people’s research all leaning in the same direction, all pointing to the same consequences. That’s what we have with climate change as induced by human conduct. This is a known correspondence. If you want to find the 3 percent of the papers or the 1 percent of the papers that conflicted with this and build policy on that, that is simply irresponsible. How else do you establish a scientific truth if not by looking at the consensus of scientific experiments and scientific observations. Abraham Lincoln, the first Republican president, signed into law in 1963–a year when he had important things to be thinking about–he signed into law the National Academy of Sciences. Because he knew that science mattered and should matter in governance.

 

Psalm 40, song about the mind of God

Psalm  40

song about the mind of God

 

Lord, we think we know

You—and we don’t

 

Otherwise, everything we

Do would be waged in

Love

Heart v Mind

Heart v Mind

a divorce decree

 

whereas

heart and mind

can’t get along

 

but must reside

next door one

the other

 

the body the

home must

remain neutral

 

ground in

cellular space

distinct unless

 

the distance

might be closed

under new

terms

 

maybe new

referring

certainty

 

new mutual

deference of

apprehension

natural and

reasonable law

 

that all is not

an eye (Saint

Paul) and

Qualities

Become quality

If two commit

To harmony

Diversity in

 

Self-diffusion

From synapse

Twined with

Capillary

Emotion

 

Whereas thus

And so

 

 

inspired by Rosema, A Reading Writer,

https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/heart-vs-mind-a-somonka/

F is for Folderol

F is for Folderol

 

An old word for silly when

Something must be said though

No language is required

 

Folderol, la, my dear

Folderol, ha, be near

 

Okay, few words—mostly

Un-worded sounds are sung

 

Maybe to fill in a fear, if

Singers think there should

Be a lyric, and none shows

 

While love is there, shouting

In the mind

 

 

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