A free market is like a fleet of planes who all fight over who gets to land first. Of course, they need to attach machine guns and cannons to their frame. The emphasis becomes how powerful one is.
Now imagine a steady flow of planes that land uniformly, allowing each one to land comfortable and at a normal rythme, ‘without’ the use of machine guns and cannons. All these planes need is a system to communicate each other’s intention, and someone to give fair consideration to each plane.
That’s quite a different ‘atmosphere’.
The first kind of situation, the chaotic and violent one, you called a “free market”. Wouldn’t be my choice of words. Because a very tempting corrollary is for a bunch of people to think they can do better than the free market, to think that the world would be a better place with the market under their control, to think that if only things were under their control, the second kind of beautiful, ideal, and co-operative situation would be sure to arise. That’s been tried, it’s still being tried, 100 million dead and counting, from machine-guns, cannon-fire and starvation from figurative planes not landing with food… far, far worse than the ‘free market’.
P.S. I’m enjoying your posts. 
Keep them coming, like food-laden planes in the free market.
We can tweak the idea further.
Let’s say that nature IS the free market, and what men call a ‘free’ market is actually their own rigged game.
Works better than way, huh.
the shadow scratches
kicks
and runs
out of fear it will dissolve
with the setting sun
but on that turn
to airy night
that shadow finds
gentle moonlight
What is that point
where there is nothing to say?
Questions are like a boy and his paper ship
one day, after many years of playing
the boy approaches the lake
sets the boat down
and just
let’s go
And where that boat goes
nobody knows
Localizing The ‘ME’
Do you know the locals here?
They are pretty crazy
I don’t understand them
and have a bit of trouble
seeing things from their
point of view
I feel like an alien
amidst these locals
as if I were not of
their world
They are also pretty darn
territorial
you gotta watch where you go
'round here
If you step on the wrong property
it is literally as if you were
stepping on someone’s toes
This was a little bit about localizing the me, and focusing our everywhereness and nowhereness into a single place. This is the narrowing of the vision of oneness. If I identify with my money then those who affect my money will seem to affect ‘me’. Transcendence would be realizing the boundless self that is both money, and more than money.
i forgot to remember the future’s past
and fought with a phantom looming
i sought to remove this lasting coil
but this strange ache was soothing
a plotting desire stays tense
poised in elegant extension
you look on life with bent eyes
your love is an extortion
eyes like tears
and drops like fall
teardrops fall like flames
like fear…
intuition is a picture
that paints itself
like the one hand
that claps
experience is
a music
a singing song
singing to itself
song is our ancient voice
it hushed across the earth
under the still sky
uniting life
in the rythmic opera
of communion
music is the craft
of togetherness
evolving out of our desire
to connect, and be one
before personality
there was the voice
calling out in song
inviting the sacred relationship
it is no wonder now
that we love a musician
who’s ‘got soul’
Play hard to get
You have to
play hard to get
with heaven
Let it tempte you
lavish you
try to win your favor
But never give in!
If you let heaven know
you don’t need it
you’ll always have it
One and the same
Peace is
where you find it
That's why those who understand
are calm
Not like the any ‘other’
Did I ever tell you
about the story of the
being from heaven that was
what it was from?
I haven’t?
Oh, you’re gonna
love this one…
B
e
e
i'm just
a bee in the hive
in love with the queen
like everyone else
wanting so badly
to follow her cue
to be extended from
her noble
impulse
Resurrection
On those days that are hard, where I stray away from god, I grow tired of life and feel like dying.
On days where I keep close to god, and his path laid forth in the body, I am restored and feel like being born.
My little Americas
Each business should be a
little america
with services that
accomodate what is neccessary
to achieve balance with the individual
helping to guide newly forming mirrors
into the reflection of freedom
When each man is a mirror
he is an america
reflecting the services
which spring from
unconditional resources
into all that stand before it
This man’s mirror gives
the moment it recieves
passing along
the light of liberty
facing every image
without fear
Though this mirror
has taken into itself
the entire image of the world
it has never once
refused to recipricate
a angel’s wings
gives butterfly kisses
to the air
which is the breath taken
from a gazing bird
captured by the
empty sunset
so full of sun
and moon
Don’t ask me. I never wrote anything like that before. haha
This poem was for the one who fell in love with my mind, but not my heart. When my mind was gone my heart was all that was there. She liked this poem, but hadn’t the wisdom to be illuminated by it.
Stars fill the sky, a blanket of light illuminates your face
The earth dances with the moon, its foundation cradles you before me
A gentle breeze, we are carried into each other’s arms
Planets pull, our hearts align
Worlds manifest and reality comes to be
Just so I can say “I love you”
The rub is, she thought is was a nice poem, while I knew it was TRUE!
Inspired by a dying relationship-
wondering wolly
wondered wobbily
up yonder
with hurdling holly
wobbling, wolly
wollowed winingly
till holly asked
finally
“what the **** is your problem?”
Here’s a few more for those days I missed. I wanted to post at least one poem a day.
Found-
sunked seeker
a sinking sucker
drunk thinker
thunk things
wondered clear…
and dissappeared
No seperation-
vision unclear
endeared unto fear
undo near
so you can never be far
from here
where we’re
carefree cheer
Perspectives-
my mind blinks
so the eye thinks its blind
but mind cannot see
the eye
just winks at time
varied visions
like prisms
make merry
and happy prisons
happy wishes
imprison peace
with expectations
Vibes that do not resonate
If I were you, I would punish myself
endlessly with anger and know only
the pleasure of distracting myself
from this pain, by inflicting it
up others."
‘Are you trying
to be an asshole?’
What! Of course, not. It amazes me
how no one gives themselves
any credit.
I was literarly saying that
if I were you, that is what I would
actually be doing.
So be thankful
you are not me.