I think we are evolving through our play and our work. When I was in college we established different behavior patterns than were acceptable to an ealier generation, (perhaps affordable) ...remember 'Grok'? Packs of 20 year old children dancing and playing music, reading mystic and religious texts, striving to 'further', themselves and the world around them? It was not just a blip. IN that stoned-out, which way did they go? sort of free float, children naturally create, there are the building blocks of a new society and organization of Man. Free form. Here's this Winter wind howling through the pines in Montana hills where black bear and cougar eyes watch guarded. Moisture is in the air and every animal knows it- even this one, even me.
No snow on the ground you could sleep in a thicket tonight against the wind for warmth.
We sat on lawn chairs in the dark, the house lights off and few street lamps below, the cushions full of needles and listened to Owls and Wind. We heard the movement of branches of trees on the limestone cliffs.
Later inside the boys put on tapes from a youth I'd forgotten, crazy folk music, about all kinds of things, love, life, pain, strife: and two peeled oranges and tooted flutes while the oldest listened to literature from the computer screen. The noise blended together as a party. A natural occurance; God makes human beings who know how to have fun. So my 3 hootin tootin dancin pracin little freaks made my heart swell with pride. Because I knew I was with my people. This process is going on, continuing on in homes across this earth; people sharing and growing in family units, living and loving up. We're getting better. God is good to us. My boys make the voice of the land. They sing with the wind. They are time. They reach and are learning and hope for tomorow. They do not fear as I did as a child. The bangs with sticks and the drummings would be racciously annoying to a faithful digital record, but it is honey to the ears of the world.
I don't know where man is going but we are moving on. We forget that. We think we stand still. I can't wait to take my family camping.
munk
No snow on the ground you could sleep in a thicket tonight against the wind for warmth.
We sat on lawn chairs in the dark, the house lights off and few street lamps below, the cushions full of needles and listened to Owls and Wind. We heard the movement of branches of trees on the limestone cliffs.
Later inside the boys put on tapes from a youth I'd forgotten, crazy folk music, about all kinds of things, love, life, pain, strife: and two peeled oranges and tooted flutes while the oldest listened to literature from the computer screen. The noise blended together as a party. A natural occurance; God makes human beings who know how to have fun. So my 3 hootin tootin dancin pracin little freaks made my heart swell with pride. Because I knew I was with my people. This process is going on, continuing on in homes across this earth; people sharing and growing in family units, living and loving up. We're getting better. God is good to us. My boys make the voice of the land. They sing with the wind. They are time. They reach and are learning and hope for tomorow. They do not fear as I did as a child. The bangs with sticks and the drummings would be racciously annoying to a faithful digital record, but it is honey to the ears of the world.
I don't know where man is going but we are moving on. We forget that. We think we stand still. I can't wait to take my family camping.
munk
