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POETRY By Peter J Slack

EMANCIPATION

And with the seed is the word is the voice is the world.
A thread with time with information guide,
with slow awkward sounds bringing forth a higher voice,
of the people who recognize as friends gathering by the river,
with joy in their hearts and freedom as their voice.

In bliss with the coarse grains beneath, changing and
ever lasting by salt, by sands, by the water where joy presides;
the source of life guiding us on paths of construct.
Friends of one another joining hands to celebrate
and rejoice filling the sounds in air, carried in the breeze,
from the hearts of all present.

And rivers carry the salt that carries the life,
the ancient chant that never dies in our heart
expressing truths, expressing miracles,
expressing itself and ourselves together being.

The middle meets four of its ends to devour the moment
to feast on disarray,
to feast on infinite perplexity.
A feast of connection and expression never again to be,
but from ancient resonance comes the voice that lasts.
The voice that speaks in the lowest tone of our memory,
to make the highest tone,
To make the middle tone,
To make the bell sound,
To make the dance round,
To make event of sound,
Like salt as it is free and permeates.

It is from the sea this ancient dance;
With citizens of circumstance
of wave, of shore, of life ever more recycled in the gardens.
Recycled in our hearts.
Love once again recognized,
love once again realized.

The sun shone bright upon the citizens of the universe.
The centuries past, the centuries to be.
The sun shone its light upon the citizens of the universe.
deep within the universe were they found gazing
upon oneself, upon one another
feeling so good that we liked it.
Together we remembered.

August 2, 2005

THE SYMMETRY OF I

Eminent change in one's life is always presented with many choices materializing and, all at once, resounding that the time is here to move on. The modern mind, conditioned and polarized to regurgitate calculations from known equations and recipes, struggles to consider the permutations and combinations of each potential decision, weighing the future ramifications many moves ahead as if in control of a tremendous chess game. But even the master chess player cannot predict beyond the capacity of understanding with a chess board of infinite squares and thus, in reality, every move being flawed at some time in the ultimate unfolding of ramifications too distant and unseen. The symmetry of I, however, compensates to this nature of reality seeking the ambient solution that forms the separation between what we experience as good and bad result of choice. This is the instinct passed on from our progenitors through evolving morphogenic resonance, driving us to the ambient center.

And so, as much as many choices by many beings create ambience in nature, the perception of such is also balanced by the symmetry of I: the two inside oneself that perceives, observes both loving and calculating results of choice. The right; calculating, always in control with the left ; spirited and carefree seeking only love and joyful feeling. Yet what perfect faculty we have to exist in a universe that mirrors the symmetry of I that can both calculate the motion of the moon observed by the senses and also rejoice with love and warm feeling to the never ending attraction of the moon to the earth to the sun to the rest of notions separated only by distance. With distance comes relativity and with relativity rising comes the ambient center that is observed by the perfect symmetry of I.

January 6, 2005

THE EXTRA CONVERSATION

On the edge of my mind are the words I want to say,
yet without voice, the words are spoken anyways.
I hear the words on the edge of your mind,
urging me not to speak those words today.

It's the extra conversations that create
the sometimes silent, awkward pause in time,
to allow the seed of the same thoughts in each mind,
to speak in locked rhythms of ocean, 
air and other earthly places complete.

It's the extra conversation that intertwine the senses
thus weaving a thought complete with wonder and hope
of a better place far off in the rays of the sun expressed,
where words can flow harmless as a gentle breeze.

It's the extra conversation that is the vessel
carrying the truth in our words and in our hearts
to shed all doubt that we say what we mean
and what we say is in a meaningful way received.

On the tip of my tongue are the words I want to say.
Near or far those words travel, without speaking,
to the thoughtful observers transcending both time and space,
and whose careful voices whisper back the body of all knowledge for 
ever assuring a place for the meanings of the words I want to say.
Finally replying "I know", shedding the rays of all knowledge through 
the universe in a cascading symphony of belonging.

PJ Slack

THE PURPOSE OF SPACE

The space is the canvas on which to paint the
message of our desires.  It is the place for each
of us to explain our unique perception of the
absurd circumstance of life; each of us alone and
for ever with insatiable desire to express our
unique message.  The message we craft is a motion
and placement of matter that space itself resists
for the space is most content as the quiet void.
Life disrupts the void with collective industries
and faculties expending boundless energy building
monuments representing the pressing message to
announce that we are here; our constructs
reflecting an inner struggle to determine whether
we are truely alone and for ever standing awaiting
the answer.  Yet the space that cradles each of us
and resists our creation of expression does not
answer back for it is the lifeless, quiet and calm
that contains us; it is the absurd circumstance of
our lives separating us to be alone and yet
providing us ultimate purpose to be recognized,
distinguished and different from itself.

PJ Slack

THE WORLD CHANGES

Although we can be prisoners in cages we build to protect ourselves, inevitably and eventually, the world changes. In all cases changes are cataclysms and catastrophes that are unstoppable and brief; unstoppable like the universe being born and brief relative to the infinite age of the universe. Many changes like a supernova can seem like they take forever but this is only the disguise of our short life span and these tremendous changes are still cataclysms relative to infinity.

Changes are balanced by opposing consequences and will settle into troughs of stability that exist. They exist or we would not exist because changes would spiral out of control allowing nothing to exist or set a foothold. These troughs are the ripples in the desert sandstorm. Much like a sand pile, it only takes one grain of sand to begin an avalanche but eventually the pile reaches a new balance and the first grain tumbling is the first grain to stability. The consequence is that instability drives stability and both must exist.

And so such is the quantization of our existence and the forever more energy bursts that bring us to new states. The cages we build are housings of a calming sense of the perpetual. This is the soothing property of repetition and familiarity that, in itself, is built on the sand pile waiting for the first grain to tumble, bringing everything to a new fleeting moment of serenity; a new trough to perch one's perspective.

Everyone has the potential to be the first grain of sand dropping to a new sense of balance and starting the avalanche. The field of change is level and even in this respect. Each cataclysm creates a history like the branching of a tree, and much like the tree, each branch sets the stage for the next. For those who build massive cages of comfort in lives of repetition, there are less branches to climb and less of a story to tell to others. They can still lead the avalanche but are less likely to do so in the probability field because.....

The story is what complicates and conjugates our sense of calm. These are the elements of chance and unpredictability; in particular, the convolution with the actions and life paths of others that have an influence and impression to etch out new and unusual troughs of stability. Story telling, art and science are the staples that societies, nations and beliefs feed on. These are our methods of capturing the paths of the past to present them as beliefs and, perhaps, give some indication to past or possible states of serenity that the future can enjoy. The past and the vision of the future create the future itself.

All time flows now as we chart our past and future. The flow is both turbulent and wonderfully smooth. Don't be a prisoner but sway free because the world changes.

Circa Sept. '03 PJ Slack