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José Vaca Oct 6
Can you believe that in some counties here in the Bay Area, a six-figure salary is considered ‘low income’? Hell, if Silicon Valley was it’s own country it would be the second richest country in the world, just behind Qatar.

So tell me why, being in such a rich part of the world surrounded by the latest technology that instantly connects you to people and resources there are kids that live on the street with no food to eat, or clean clothes to wear? Why are teachers reaching into their accounts to provide those same kids and others with tools, knowledge, wisdom, and hope to persevere and overcome these atrocious adversities? Why are communities and cultures that have been deeply rooted for generations disappearing in plain sight? Why do people live in tents and some in cardboard boxes? Why, with all the money, power, and resources at such close proximity, do “invisible communities” exist? Let’s face it, if six-figures is considered low, then the average person must be nothing.

Sustainable regenerative models have an underlying sense of belonging. If we, and willing we can, cultivate real relationships with our neighbors we can work together to create a community - a society - that is nurturing and beneficial to all.

A tree works best in a forest, not alone nor in a grove. Alone the tree can only do so much and a grove is much to similar and demanding. But a forest however is diverse and naturally connected by way of life, never taking more than than needed, but always giving more than expected. A natural ebb and flow inclusive of all in proximity and beyond.

But what do I know. I’m just a tree planting a seed among a forest that could be.
on a gentle breeze
fluffy dandelion seeds
did saunter around
If
The mind
Is fertile

At
Any age
One can learn
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Enroll
a low flying crow
eyed pumpkin seeds lying
in Helen's backyard
Karijinbba Aug 4
~~~~~If------
      *I

          want
            *to hold

               something
               *wholly good

                    in my hands
               thinking of you
              beloved true love
             in the forest laying
                I'd hold two sacred
                        long avocado
                           shaped seeds
                            in my hands
                         ever so gently
                         stroking both
                      Day dreaming
                   Of the one king
    who loved me the most
    in this whole wide world
     My twin flame twin soul
    Great among great elite
   Richest among richest
        King among kings
            My wilderness
                           Ghost
                         Lord
                          ~~~~~
­By:Karijinbba
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2020
I miss you wishing you recalling your creative writing class -rdd/bba-74-75.
Sally A Bayan Jul 11
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On this gift of space,
we maintain a garden
where grows many kinds of seeds,
some flourish...some die...some
are stunted...they just don't grow,

we do what we do best
in this garden
we try to be better,
even when on a standstill,
or when snugs pop up
and distract
we stray from focus...but,
try to get back on track
we...........persevere,
and along the way, we inspire,
and enhance others, too,

we're on the clouds when fruits
of our labor are appreciated
for, high up there is a temple
most of us aim to reach
...to experience some glory
.....to taste sweet water
from the fountain of fame,

but, its flow...dries bit by bit,
winds of change blow, to remind,
there are others, too, in the line,
waiting for their share of drink,
we move over...we give way...
but, we don't stop planting
we just lie low, at times, disappear,
then start down there........again,
like a newcomer........persevering,
aiming for the temple.......again,
not as eager as the first time,
....but, just savouring
the blissful feeling,
........when it comes...
::::::::::::::::


Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 11, 2020
(Already seven years last March,
  and still moving about, in this
  garden called Hello Poetry...where
  various kinds of poetry are posted,
  and the best poets, who're friends, too,  
have come and gone...come back, then
go again...there are those that are still here
...how i love and miss them all...)
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