CROW'S CAWS - the Blog
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at Nevada City California 12, 10, 2024
Dec 1st 2024 Dear Suman Bai Indulge me. You asked such a central question… a question so central to this whole shebang of a 21st C globe of human civilization. “Can everyone, every country live like Americans… have the material prosperity that Americans have?” Indulge me as my thoughts these days have been swirling into the future and this reply is a way of self-grounding. The 2024 election is perhaps a significant turning point in civilized society’s trajectory. It doesn’t appear to bode well. As is my want and nature, in our Whats app conversation, I answered in histories and lineages of ideas. Five minutes at least of a lecture. I know better, but it was such a good sincere question… how I wanted to give you an education. I am still motivated to provide my understandings. To me, in the large of the whole, how humanity is dealing with this question is crucial… is tantamount at this momentous juncture (the start (a coup) of Maga Trump and the radical Neo-cons rule over the United States). So far, the world h
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NOW august 2023
Now, It is not now or never… Its “never”. Never to remain even close to normal… again Never to be safe, Never again will this world to be able to support the many… Support the many of us warm-blooded ones. From now on it is collapse. From now on it will seem a slide into chaos.
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POET
When you delve into my poetry, you will find I seemed to have sometimes shown up at the right time at the right place, vibing with the right context. Raised in the whereabouts of Boston, my dear elder sister turned me on in 1964. She was privy to the Cambridge/Harvard beatnik scene, and at 16, I put the point of my needle into Dave Van Ronk’s/Bob Dylan’s grooves (record players, vinyl LP’s… state of the art) and started my pilgrimage. From prep school, to the Univ. of Calif, to a Berkeley “head”, to the Haight-Ashbury hippie LSD-fueled 2-year love-in, to being an Injun hobo-ing Road-Dog , to a Big Sur inner awakening, to a vegan romance on my way back to a back-to-the-earth 1890’s organic dirt-farm, to heart-break and renunciation as a hermit in the wild (of tiny Rhode Island none-the-less) bucking for a Yogananda-style pie-in-the-sky, left-the-planet “enlightenment”… to finding… being found by Prem Rawat (o my Masterpilot of Self Knowledge), I have been on a conscious journey with the core of my being.
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POETRY
Poetry? Before I put a stereo needle into the Kink’s first album… just about the time I started getting serious hair on my pubic… I started writing poetry. Poetry to me is a habit, is a drug to main-line inspiration… is a voice for my heart, is a dance with the Muse. It has been said, there is no bad poetry… there is just poetry you do not understand. Hopefully, here you will find poetry you can follow, poetry that touches, poetry that opens doors, poetry that rewards, poetry that challenges, poetry that is a light into the future.
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OMG the divine
Divine? The divine to me is the source, THE SOURCE!! Call it the uncreated primal... primordial energy... universal-timeless-force... the Force... the Chi forming substance... the potential within the quantum field, the immortal, the immortal I AM, The Celestial, the Buddtha, the Tao, the Core, the Primal Information, the Primal Intention… whatever, it can not be owned with a name. It can only be experienced. Experienced within… experienced as a purity…and witnessed without as the driver within all things… the divine brims with the enthusiasm/passion of life. Heavenly is the feeling. And the divine experience puts space/time in its temporal place… puts the impermanence, the unreliableness, the ass-kick of this existence in perspective. In my poetry, I term the divine in various ways. There are so many traditions and scriptures which give name to the divine. I have come to adopt several. Important to me is to make understood that the divine is an experience, is an experience of feeling/energy. It is an experie
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AND THE POINT IS...
Here in the great collapse, here where the beneficence of Planet Earth has been irrevocably radically altered, here where the reckoning is only just beginning, here where I belong, here, here where I am alive… here where I live… here it hurts me… here my feeling of community hurts. Here, my sense of my own species has become so dark. Here the future of the species seems so dim. Here, during my whole adult life I have been grappling. What to do? What to do?!!!
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COLLAPSE
Are you thinking I’m on about doing-without, on about doom? Scolding and wanting to deflate the quality of techno-civilized life? Think you should feel bad and I want to make you try harder? Likely you’ve added the worry of a “Great Collapse” to your list of issues. Definitely hard to deal with, for us to deal with, in our locked-in, mega-fossil-fuel consuming, busy day-to-day. We are all in this together, and together we need to solve it? Sure, but nope, done, too late I’m told, or so I see… the biosphere and along with it civilization, is going to continue collapsing. We are headed past a 2 degrees Celsius planetary rise.
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COMPULSION
Uhm… look at me, I’ve gotten preachy. My compulsion, on one side of the coin, is to exclaim, “The King has no clothes.” Technological-capitalistic-industrial progress is masquerading as human fulfillment. On the flip side, on the brighter side of my compulsion is a desire to help pave the way to the understanding of actual fulfillment. And yes, I follow a leader whose know-how is in constructing that road, constructing in the present, constructing using the current paradigm... though... the practices, the knowledge he is a master of and authorized to convey are millennium old.
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NEPAL
And by the way, how is your quality of life? Here in Nepal, in my medieval farm-house life-style, I estimate my fossil-fuel foot print at, at tops, 30 gallons (120 l) a year. I buy a few plastic household items, some industrial-transported foods, travel by foot or bus, and (luxury) drive a motorbike relatively short distances now and again. And my quality of life is at a high. Tension is at a low. I need such little money. Nobody about has much money, they’ve grown up embedded in a direct dependency upon hand to mouth farming, upon the surrounding natural… grown up in a simplicity of sharing, in extended families, in a self-sufficiency of traditional food growing and processing, and in tool-making. They walk to where they need to go… walk locally and take the well-used public buses for distances. Many farm houses now have "one-light-bulb" Chinese solar systems installed. And they are as happy as I’ve ever seen people. Mirth and empathy happen. The farm folk look you in the eye with enthusiasm. And so import
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UNION
In productive dirt, in particularly productive dirt, a bamboo root will shoot… Will shoot forth sprouts generation after generation… Ever denser, ever farther out, ever thicker, a forest… A forest like the forest of the grand Redwood Tree whose root for a millennium mothers… Mothers shoots which will tower as lords here on earth for centuries.
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GENESIS
GENESIS.... THE MOLECULE Who is this Molecule? Why is this minute geometry of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, phosphorus… this Helix that replicates itself… that authors… that is the apparatus… why is it so thusly capable? How could it possibly continually supervise the trick of transferring an advantage of charge from electron to electron… so that a metabolism can go live and life happens? What is this combustion... this spark!... this heat I am conceived of… this that has born all before me, that has unfolded me… and boom! that I continue on as… on and on, decade after decade? So why, how, what? Who is this that has unfolded itself into a transcription of proteins that programs… programs what is biology… programs the profundity of this Earthly paradise. How is this that has unwound into these bustling, brawny bodies of the living? O the wondrousness of what is, of what continues… O me here breathing. O life, o me, o all my Relatives… here… here unfolding as respiration? O this Molecule!!!!O this
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PANDEMIC
It’s August… Pandemic August… it has been five months of Lockdown and I remain in Nepal… remain unable to exit… remain here locked upon the bosom of the Annapurna Himalaya (Annapurna= everlasting sustenance). I remain washed amid her wealth of rain and water. Monsoon has come and will go soon. Corona Virus like a tide has seeped in and rises… has surfaced here in the sanctuary of Pokhara. And today, I might have it and I might not. If I have it, it is so far so mild… a tickle growing in the respiratory track. Likely in my rounds, I had been exposed. But I have quarantined… and have let the neighbors know. Their fear was stark when they understood.
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