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April 2013
We are trying to update and streamline our site after many years of hard work and hope
that you will find the changes refreshing and uplifting.
Please bear with us as we go through yet another transition.


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"They attack the one man (woman or child) with their hate and their
shower of weapons. But they are like some rock which stretches
into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds
and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence."
-Virgil-




"Change will not come if we wait for some other person,
or if we wait for some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for.
We are the change that we seek"

-Barack Obama-

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"When Mozart was composing at the end of the eighteenth century,
the city of Vienna was so quiet that fire alarms could be given verbally,
by a shouting watchman mounted on top of St. Stefan’s Cathedral.

In twentieth-century society,
the noise level is such that it keeps knocking our bodies
out of tune and out of their natural rhythms.
This ever-increasing assault of sound upon our ears, minds, and bodies
adds to the stress load of civilized beings trying to live in a highly complex environment.
Author: Steve Halpem



Excerpts from: The Greening of America,
by Charles A. Reich, Random House, 1970


America is dealing death. Not only to people in other lands, but also to its own people.
So say the most thoughtful and passionate of our youth, from California to Connecticut.
This realization is not limited to the new generation.
Talk to a retired schoolteacher in Mendocino, a judge in Washington, D.C.,
a housewife in Washington, Pennsylvania, a dude rancher in the Washington Cascades.
We think of ourselves as an incredibly rich country,
but we are beginning to realize that we are also a desperately poor country—
poor in most of the things that throughout the history of mankind have been cherished as riches.

There is a revolution coming.
It will not be like revolutions of the past.
It will originate with the individual and with culture,
and it will change the political structure only as its final act.
It will not require violence to succeed,
and it cannot be successfully resisted by violence.
It is now spreading with amazing rapidity, and already our laws,
institutions, and social structure are changing in consequence.
It promises a higher reason, a more humane community, and a new, liberated individual.
Its ultimate creation will be a new and enduring wholeness and beauty—
a renewed relationship of man to himself, to other men, to women, to society, to nature, and to the land.

This is the revolution of the new generation.
Their protest and rebellion, their culture, music, ways of thought
and liberated lifestyle are not a passing fad
or just a form of dissent and refusal, nor are they in any sense irrational.
The whole emerging pattern, from ideals to campus demonstrations
to beads and bell-bottoms to the Woodstock Festival,
makes sense and is part of a consistent philosophy.
This revolution is both necessary and inevitable, and in time
it will include not only youth, but all people in America.


The logic and necessity of the new generation—
and what they are so furiously opposed to—
must be seen against a background of what has gone wrong in America.
It must be understood in light of the betrayal and loss of the American Dream,
the rise of the Corporate State of the 1960’s,
and the way in which that State dominates, exploits,
and ultimately destroys both nature and man.

Its rationality must be measured against the insanity of existing ‘reason’---
reason that makes impoverishment, dehumanization,
and even war appear to be logical and necessary.
Its logic must be read from the fact that Americans have lost control
of the machinery of their society, and only new values, and a new culture can restore control.

We have all known the loneliness, the emptiness, the plastic isolation of contemporary America.
We have been dulled and blinded to the injustice and ugliness of slums.
We have all been persuaded that giant organizations are necessary.
We have all been induced to give up our dreams of adventure and romance
in favor of the escalator of success,
but the new consciousness says that the escalator is a sham and the dream is real.
And these things, buried, hidden, and disowned
in so many of us, are shouted out loud, believed in. and affirmed
by a growing multitude of young people who seem too healthy,
intelligent, and alive to be wholly insane…
who appear, in their collective strength, capable of making the revolution happen.

For one almost convinced that it was necessary to accept ugliness and evil…
that it was necessary to be a miser of dreams…it is an invitation to cry or laugh.
For one who thought the world was encased in metal and plastic and sterile stone…
it seems a veritable greening of America. Charles Reich, 1970

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Can you look at your moment to moment and laugh with the
cosmic humor of trying to make it happen faster?
  It can take a very long time, all that resistance to serious change.
We get used to thinking of how it should be, what is expected,
looking to improve to be better.
It can be the hardest thing to accept,
smile, smell the ambient air, taste the moment, and enjoy the dance.
Not saying I’ve got it anywhere near down.
Just, you know, bit by bit,
easing the attention from some goal or guilt to simply feeling into a gentler frame.



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The New Sun
In the morning, just before sunrise and only for a few moments,
peculiar silence and stillness fill the air with wonder.
During these magic moments all secrets are whispered and truth is revealed.
This is the time when morning dew grows and the
flight of angels can be traced in the clear sky.
Quietly, the first ray stretches up like the hand of a baby,
who tries to stand up for the first time,
holding on to the horizon like to a rim of his cradle.
The edge of the coral disc touches the sky
and the sky bursts with celestial music of joy;
birds and all nature sing glory to the newborn God.
Sun, Surya, Yarilo , you give life and cast light into darkness.
A glorious youth, who, by the afternoon will become a powerful king of heavens,
riding across the sky with blazing fire in his hair,
who will die in the evening as glorious as he was born.
His day reflects the course of a human life that will inevitably end.
I love the morning sun.
I stay in front of him, naked.
He touches my forehead carefully, studying me as he grows older.
He touches my chest… my stomach… my thighs… and suddenly,
embraces me all, taking my breath away,
penetrating me with warmth, tinting my body with gold.
He smiles at me, I look deep into his eyes.
We kiss.
I watch him traveling up and away.
This day I am safe under guard of the sun, who knows me.
Tomorrow there will be another Sun!


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Lost in the Forest
by Pablo Neruda

Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig
and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart.

Something from far off it seemed
deep and secret to me, hidden by the earth,
a shout muffled by huge autumns,
by the moist half-open darkness of the leaves.
Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood---
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.



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Om Shanti, Shanti Om


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April 2013
Under Arizona Skies


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