Gonna go to the funeral of my/one nation above all. [two words heard spoken simultaneously] This is politics. Nobody knows its price. There’s no exclusive zones. You value humanity more than your national individual, or your race or peoplehood, even your religion. Sounds impossible now. It’s the only way to survive, equality at its most basic point.
Fundamentalist Christians will have a field day calling this the Antichrist. The number of man don’t you see? 666. And Jews and Moslems cannot exclusive each other, and the resistance to that will go to the sink, but you still be Jew like it’s your life’s blood. Americans cannot be Americans and only Americans. They must include the world. India cannot see her greatness above other peoples when she can give her spirituality, definitely universalized. No nation or people will ride the others like they own the planet. China will have to settle down and give us good engines to wear. This is flower, not put the engines of the world to her use, and North Korea will be no more. All will unite in peace.
This is the human ship some waves from now. Can’t believe it, can you? We’re on the brink of this today, where ideas ride time, where ideas enter humanity as the clothes we wear. It’s comin’. It’s not even in our minds today. It’s not on the news. It’s a radical idea everybody’s scared of, nobody can promote, neither in the press nor in the government, and science is busy with atoms and other small fare. They will not bring us together. Academia, well, this is a pipe dream, and increasingly they’re controlled.
Well how does it get in? Intelligence— we put the human being first or die. I’m talking about people’s upon the Earth, purely political wears. I’m not talking about ruining existing structures or eclipsing God with man. I bright and shiny your day with your humanity comes first before any other kin. We teach that in school, give this to our babies.
You hear me now? It’s a price we wear, gettin’ good at as we see our survival depends on it. We start today in the maker of a poem where I put my foot ride: humanity ever coming first, in my politics with mankind, in my behavior, in my think about you and us, in where I meet you today.
I’m riding God as the one I wonder at, as the one I want to please, as the one I want to be like, as the one I want to hold dear above all else, as my principle keeper, and if I put humanity first, the human being over any category of people, I am bright house God wear, and the more I know God, he’s not an exclusive zone. He can wear all pronouns at once and is the love of humanity in my heart. Where do you think this idea comes from?
It comes from God one notion humanity. Past you’re early. Noosphere, everyone’s looking for you. In siddhi, that’s where I sit, and I just made an inner poem. I made some mistakes where we meet each other. I will answer for it like this: let’s put humanity first.
In the middle of humanity, in humanity’s living room, I can get this across to you in thought wears. Come to my room the thoughts that are out there pullin’ humanity close to itself on the frontiers of thought. I’ve pulled humanity close to itself. I get in humanity’s room today.
Is this a great mixing? I don’t think you understand me right. This is the center of identity in human terms among all the peoples. It’s a movement to grow this in humanity where you raise your children. It’s not a boiling pot humanity, pull your pants down and let everybody there. You still have national borders and respect demographics. You’re just more human about it. You give it a liberal hand, but you don’t overwhelm a culture with immigrants. We will get good at making their lives better where they are, but we will not refuse them to move.
Can I champion human causes? We need to improve the lives of children in Africa. You can’t get better infrastructure than that, priority child’s lives. Loved at home and treated brightly, that’s the food they wear. Do you see my cultural dynamics? It’s the number one priority, meet those children’s needs. The world doesn’t wanna to be overwhelmed with immigrants comin’ out of Africa from the hungry states. She was havin’ a baby gettin’ bigger than the rest of the world.
You wanna see if I can fix it? That’s the reason you don’t let population growth get out of hand. You let it stay in check. I need to ask you somethin’. Who writes the news? We are not listening to wisemen.
I don’t like everybody; is this everybody? The warm human being giving rise to the warm human being, it’s easy if you try. We have to educate people about children. The rocket science is how they treat the world. It’s amazingly possible to stop slapping children and beating their little behinds— no physical punishment anywhere on the planet. Get rid of this nursery rhyme. Treat it like sexual abuse in that it has to be stopped, in that it’s harming humanity. You would not kill people for it or treat them like monsters. You wouldn’t even hate them. You would understand the rule of abuse: they just get mad and hit.
Their behavior’s preconditioned, and who can control themselves when a spell from the unconscious takes over? Can anybody? You’ve never understood this since the beginning of time, why laws don’t work, why the killin’ hasn’t stopped, the rape and plunder, any ole bad behavior. It’s unconscious process, and it has to be stopped through recognizin’ its process. Can you do that?
Education will ensue: stop being monsters to the stupid monster in everyone. You don’t hit a kid, that’s rule number one. We start at the beginning, this one Krakatoa. We get in there and educate the public like our lives depended upon it. We help kids when their parents hit them, or nazi them around, or any harsh treatment, and get in those parents with the strategies they need to survive/cope, [words heard spoken simultaneously] forcefully, tactfully. You can’t abuse them in turn, but you make them know they’re hurting their child.
A license to have children? We’ll get to that, a coverin’ ground how to have children. The very first thing you mention you don’t hit them, and I’ve left a school behind, a whole row of poems, the specifics about them genitals. Eat it up.
You’ll know where the safe houses are, the ones comin’ online, the ones makin’ it right with their children. They tell their children they’re humanity before any other row. They tell them sweetly, kindly, and without all this pressure. This is your identity kid. You’re a human being in the politics of bein’ human, who you are among the group. Sure your people are important, your race your tribe, but sweet humanity my dear, the whole is who we are.
Do you see this trampoline? It can be done in all existing countries, in every household on the planet. Can you get at humanity that way? Will warm slowly, but when the idea's out there it’ll catch on. Let’s get after it people. Don’t you wanna to stop climate change and do away with genocide, and take a big bite out of war, and how much to gender will be solved when everybody sees their human being and not just a gender walking towards them? Okay little human being, you get started. Okay let’s ride.
That old door we can lock it. We can lock it by taking a rule and applying it to behavior. I will never understand why it keeps rising. It’s good fiberglass, but when you bump it it breaks. It’s only doable in finding your own fine seals baby. You really test the waters there, overcome behavior with a song, “I Love My Child”.
Listen, listen close, back to the tree, that shadow tree, that tummy I don’t give up. It seems like this whole thing is evidence there’s so much to the hitting of children, and there’s a whole lot we don’t see, but always remember forgive me and go save my child when you’re in Africa. That’s really what he wants, what they want, parents who beat their children: they need help raising their kids. They just don’t wanna admit it. You can control yourself. How do you do? Could be good company comin’ in. Those are the helpers you see. It could be divine speech.
I’m tired of standing here with supramental orders that can’t even be looked at. / Comin’ off a blog, you can’t get that heretic. You get a certain group of followers and that’s it. My fingers count the readers of these poems. You can count to ten for most posts. How many morally outraged people are there? On them days there’s a spike, the people lookin’ for the gun. I’m a rose in a cabin, and never I get out of that cabin and out into the public’s heart. I press controversial material, and there’s a lot of fear there.
I have not been allowed to speak I come from that social group. People are fear there. Come to the concert all your children in that they come first. I’m a child lover. I am a child lover that knows how, and God has taken my hand and shown me how. Will you dance with me?
You can’t film a psychological drama. They’ve upped the ante. We’re all weirdos. We don’t know what we’re talkin’ about. Thankful, be thankful. Somebody’s made some sense of all this, and I’ve done that expertly and cleanly. You can see it now, and here I am humanity giving you humanity, a toe to raise your children telling them they’re humanity, a radical idea to change humanity into its kinder parts, most noble. We need this to survive.
We find each other on the limits of sacrifice. This is no fools barred. We include everybody. Alright ship let’s go. Let’s get on with it. It’s a glory ride right into our business and actually, physically change the world. Don’t a waste it. We got this down.
We’re gonna tall this in and go for walks with the greatness of our children beautifully down the road. I’m in a compartment blog. We don’t remember. It must be a huge one. You’ve slept in a ponytail before. This is woke at its most basic part, where it means somethin’, and that all of humanity rides. It’s possible it’s possible, and gather to me now all the action when we walked in Heaven together, when we lived in bright beautiful homes with no strife. You don’t believe this I’m sorry/I know [phrase heard spoken simultaneously] gathered here into your one life, but we’re guardin’ plans at the altitude of Heaven meets Earth, and all that Heaven’s gold’s here. There’s where we start to ride.
It’s a recipe of children maker, and it’s always been in our hands to use. We’ve just had to get here at the opening of the Earth. You won’t be surprised this all came about, we made it, future read this. The cosmology of plans fulfilled looks so inevitable to us, but a cliffhanger in a half this was. For example, I almost didn’t make it, you know? I’m the preacher of the word, the choir I sing to, and I’m the congregation I start. Gettin’ ahold of yourself, it’s the tooth fairy about livin’. Hold on, I must tell yah I’ve really done that, and it wasn’t easy. Come on let’s bake this mile. We have a world to change. Let’s get goin’ people.
How do you find machine? Oh goodness, far back. It’s got trailers on it. A beast slowly rise out of man, and he gets his fire goin’. He starts to tremble with the layout of things. She puts that in her pocket. All around there’s roar. It squeezes yah tightly. You just die all the time— someone taken from you again.
This is evil, however it happens. You can’t do away with it. It hurts you so. You just sit there and bleed and trust yourself. Industry is everywhere in small measure. You wrap it up, you’re little vision of yourself that gets you to protect yourself.
Do you see society bein’ formed? It lasted a whole lifetime, your rock the machine. It was about safety and hard work and gettin’ your stupid rituals down to practice. The group took over. You couldn’t bake bread. The individual hadn’t come so far. You had to make society’s bed. It didn’t let you sleep.
Where’s drums and spirituality? In the daily life of man. The Gods were a strange brood. You were not real to Them. You lifted up your voice, and they put you in the skins of man. You had too much animal on yah before that.
Can we dream of spiritual states? It happened upon a beanpole. This was not our outward yet. Society trudged along a warrior’s path. Let’s translate instinct into man. Survival became the main issue here. Let’s translate little groups into men. It was all fought out, this land is your land this land is mine. This occupied so much time. We were murderous, burying one another in our stone houses cold.
Women lit the fire. They got down with the children on their hands and knees and looked for grub. They escaped the network fight for the land. They wore clothes and urged men to pray. They did not have society’s lair. They did not rule the show. They were the influence of the feminine on man. It really shaped society. They gave it their all for a warm place for their children. We have stable homes because of it. We need society because of it.
When did marriage come down, as in you leave my wife alone? When did we give permission to rape? Did we organize government stopping murder? We haven’t even planted food yet in these early days. Writing is a thing of the Gods. We see it in sleep, and it takes so long to come down to our hand. My poem is long before that.
How do we rob each other? We just let each other be, and we kick the shit out of each other when the werewolf hits us. We grow up with ruckus all around us. The quality of life sucks. We don’t have vision yet. No one hasn’t seen that far. We don’t know our dreams are telling us things, and then we take them by the hand— a seer is born, and he’s there to break the rules.
He gets visions of good things that get spat on. He hasn’t woven status into the band yet. It comes and goes. He’s able to prevent a war with his vision. He can show them the way ahead. He practices art. These are things he sees. They are bright and shiny to his people. He gets wonder over them. He lifts his head up and sees God.
He wore a mask. He played with the boy some. He didn’t just sit there and explain the sky. He revealed Himself as God and that was it. It was not love divine love who prefigured there. Primitive man was bound and the stakes were high. They had to find out primitive man.
The epiphany of art gave us broad in our lives. It opened meditation’s room and stairwell’s stare. It gave us delight in ourselves, and it brought in the world for our favorite viewing. It structured society? No it did not. It rounded us some. It gave us eavesdropping eves on the lowdown. It sang in the firelight to a butler’s call. It ever brightened our room.
Can we see it today? Time has erased this memory, but where you find it, it reveals ourselves. Do you see it? It’s got more on it than paint. It’s got our lives on it in this very poem.
Society’s carve out isn’t finished yet. We have a long way to go. We have a thunder-swept road directly in front of us. This is society’s mandate to change. We’ve got to really change. It’s not gonna come easy. Everybody will resist it. It means changing your way of life. There’s no other way. We will die if we don’t.
Respect my poem. You don’t know it’s bringin’ you all the way to change. I’ve got the future in a handbag I write poems from, some aspects of it. It’s a piece of cake in no way, shape, or form. We have a blight of change. Everything about us will have to change except the basic modes of life.
We will structure society differently. We will not lie to ourselves anymore. We will do away with crime and punishment and love the prisoner as much as ourselves, but we will still rope him along. Society will be organized in little groups of sadhana relays, where dream has put us together. We will return to the inner life wholeheartedly, and we will share this with each other. We will stay with each other not as families, though we will love and respect our family kin. Our parents will be too young to raise us, most of the time. Society’s job will be raising kids, the spiritual order of the day. We will get down and dirty with spirituality. Children will be allowed to school their talent and scribe. They will not spend all day there, and they will like it there.
I think you can count us upon the roads now. We are not an overpopulated city. No one makes money anymore. We work for each other, and we work and we play to get this life down, to do it right— each one of us involved in that. We have sex with each other when we are young. Sex is a child’s play, a teenage growing into, a young adult getting out of. The mature adult, the one past thirty, will leave sex.
We don’t put each other in cars. Transportation is all arranged, and we are welcomed to go anywhere on the planet. A brighter world will see a smaller us. We got our numbers down. We are an epiphany of the stars, and we will all translate this in our rooms, going to Supermind, going to Earth’s destiny, the monumental change that will change us all from divine living on this Earth to living on a divine Earth. That’s the rank and file.
Can’t you see it? It’s there just look at it. It’s all around us now, the hope we survive, the longing that has made Earth, the beauty we’re going to be. Now get ready. The fire of change will be upon us soon.
To a notebook I will question this universe. I will go to my notebook. That’s for the prosperity of mankind. You don’t see it. You can’t. You can’t read long poems by the wrong sort of person your handicapped say.
Now is this an idle mirage? Freedom for the individual in the very arms of society, that’s what I’m writing today; that’s where I’m at today. It will come to pass. It’s already here, where God meets man. The price of sacrifice, I lay it on you.
Now let’s see this vision in its native room, where we belong today, givin’ it to town. I put everything in here, give it. It’s all the whole wide world in vision. Of these questions, I pulled mine out overhead. I’m not a problem. I speak your menu. I’m right on top of it at my house. I’m just here with my child, parenting. Give this vision time to heal. Let it do what it’s supposed to do, show you you.
Harm's End 