The work words have to do, I do as well
leaving being as having been begun
ghabh-
also *ghebh-, Proto-Indo-European root meaning
"to give or receive."
The basic sense of the root probably is "to hold,"
Able comes from this, thus
ability
8 billions, say
- the ob-servant says,
half are breathing in, as half
were breathing out,
certainly a few were out of sync,
so some of us sneezed, one would think
to effect the fectuality, unawares,
stutter steps, bridge march, aware
smell the honey suckle smell, no,
discern a subtle dif-fer tle,lit-tle
bit
literal not sames, similar sense, smell
seeming
how more aware have we all become,
we who lost taste and smell, while
experiencing a pandemic in our time.
Eventually endemic.
How rare are we in history? First wave.
Mindful, some how, now
my taste and smell
systems are back,
on.
Off, again, try to remember the smell,
of linden trees in Helena,
and wonder, set a mind on wish to know
will wonder, the worth of which we know
but fail to consider until… un til, tilling soil,
un
I think, et I'm y conjoined, to reconsider you.
At my bitterest root,
my jealousy and rage,
- alleluia, you know the drill
my will to act like some ancient god.
Cursing all I ever was.
-disconfabulating my own legend… uses
time, in points made.
May I guess we know each word,
writ and read, in this medium sprouted from
science with held from those
limited access faith confirmations, holy secret
ways out of paying for all the idle words,
never taken for the sense intended,
foremost
sense
posited, as a point in time,
we agree, I can, we did
--plea, please explain, make it seem
as real as any dream, we can't handle the truth.
-pointless-
- why carry the weight of knowing
think of nothing
in a word,
yet
not in time/
-- a spirit from the mortals fearing death
lives in this lie, cultural *******, fear of measure,
spit an image, imagine a nation, from dragon's teeth
spat, shat, splat, all the same, fat rain sound.
-- crack of the gavel, give us rapt attention---
order, order in the court, when, in fact,
judgement begins where Jesus says God is,
in his forever state, in me, of we, who
took him at his word, be true, live.
the way
courtesy commands, as judgment begins
in the spirit
of the man,
The right hand ignores the left hand clapping
-present the feeble fable
Discord sown among brothers-
hate the owning fact of life, only one breath,
- listen to the retold old word tale
- endemic demes enforced knowledge
- from **** to last told tale… we are this
- this is epic in each occurrence… we realize
smoked ribbon winds around in
form,
the long winter mind, all hearing ears, feel
from our gut, we obey. We join image-e- nations.
We dare ante-cipitate the motion in the dance.
All public opinion re
arrives at one point. We have no reasons for war,
we are not the users of others, we give, and
have been given unto, in some inexplicable way,
peace in time to rest in it, dabbling in old lies, left
binding cultural ties, as all reason for stiffness wilts
We listen to the Wendigo,
who wound the ******* greedy winding wake,
when the forest was aflame, and the wind had no cloud
that did not poison rain.
- meandering progress, not steam ship progress
sense posed reason aitia, to the t/
spirit and image in the idiom/
sublime
Now, the teller, looks to me, reminds me
of light perceived as punctual, flashing,
aha, waves in passing
understood.
Effectually.
- we stand as one.
- In the ready written mind.
All but he who takes a knee, ala George Washington,
under the leafless tree, in the olden vale.
The point of any thing, is made for, f-word for or fore
before, forsaking, one must make for some sake,
no relationship to four, for some reason, get
as a service, do what you do. Right.
Why would one enabled to do good,
do otherwise?
Ignor the answers you ask for.
Pretend poetry never makes
sense in terms of poetic good, exhaled, relieved,
passing coolness in the air.
- as gentle spirits some say do
Orderly arrangement, left mind, right or most versatile hand,
point at any thing,
bend that finger,
as on a trigger,
we can, we
know not how, we know, we have, we hold certain
positioning words as one mind may, I know,
I just got my smell back.
Like that, but after using your James Webb visualizing augments.
The wheel galaxy, just as imagined… we see
In effect, this is science, this is history,
this is art and language, holding sway,
we all know earth produces on a cycle, right,
greed breeds and brings forth famine,
famine finds us eating our corporations…
Jubilee, reset
-ship, shape, worth-shape, sense make,
peace where war was, one point
at a time.
Hold that thought, this is intended for
an audience, as the Terminal List,
was made to entertain military minds,
mental peace enforcer traits, keepers
of the secret, duty to the concept,..
live free, or die- for no reason,
save the Platonic essential lie.
Peacemakers were not intended,
we want valient warriors, at the core,
not the passive resistors increasing
capacity
to have the whole world sneeze.
And blink,
To sell words redeemed, mercurial recovery,
as from first people stories, branching away,
chaparral, between the salty sea,
and high reaching pine
fishing in a sea of social forgotten schemes/
Self govern, but in these days, not the future,
self govern now, participate in the present,
NPC over sight, non intervention-invention,
installed when you agreed, you watch,
do not rewrite the ending/
So, story being told.
Story being made up to conserve,
serve a certain truth we know, winter comes
some times for too long,
so we consider the ant, and remember Wendigo.
greedy gut, cheater, long time ago, we know,
we all can be the hungered beast.
Wait, and see, some day, we see the peace pass
for understanding, and we wonder into a we,
state of awe, as a we aware, we think
whole worlds and only words, at once.
Making peace from confused principle things.
We can, others have, agree; we are the best/
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Welfare, fare thee well, we said
we are as rich as ever was,
but we live a quiet life.
Pressure from some outside source,
begins be gins beginning to squeeze,
and pull and stretch, who needs the show
shown every where,
there, those other people, who own
no means to make a living form we are
reality personality types, all observants
become familiar with,
predicting winners, if it happens
I coulda been a contender, the audience
always know,
just how it feels, to be on your own,
a compleated unknown enfolding old Dylan licks,
Wendigo, there he go,
lickin' his chops, BG words are all I have
to take his breath away,
soft, and gentle/ sub-tility, wait, as sufficient
seed becomes something, never just a seed again,
and then just a seed a million times, in the wind.
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3:55
I've driven myself to reflection
point,
observation con services ob
scene, objects mis directed, rect-
ify, io I mean, finger mover, on demander
I, free, willing, hunting wendigo from fantacy
conforming to hate manifested, abhor evil,
-never rests, never
rest in stranger's peace of mind,
find plain old apples in the tree, free, no fines,
no charge, non sense, an-tic
click onoma-tope -- under all of history, we know,
scribes, alone, found time to write, after reasoning
in the agora all day… ancient minds, WWSD?
--- listen, I am ashamed to beg, so, what does
your tab say, listen, I'm thinking
that's too much, here, take your ledger, wipe the debt.
Clean, no remnant from which revenant wrongs make claim,
first story told was told as lies, intended to deceive.
Knowledge is truth's gift, we live and learn
and pass it on. One point, inevitably crossing now.
And leaving a ripple, no marks
Yet, behind all that, this peace in mind, as a state, mindstate
timespace space time
taken, for granted bequilement does not disconnect,
knowing from known, and proof from pudding,
true rest,
reason for peace taken, in knowing, some body
had to believe, if it feels good, suddenly,
you know, every thing we eat
turns to ****, unless we learn…
that is good. Deal with it.
Homework, listen again to Braiding Sweetgrass.
